After coming out of Jinling Prison, Zhong Shao wanted to go home, but Uncle Rong hesitated and agreed to Zhong Shao's request. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When they returned home, there were two large cross-shaped seals on the door of the villa, which stung Zhong Shao's eyes deeply in the sunlight.

Before Zhong Fan entered, he had already sent his parents back to his hometown in SX, and in just one month's effort, the family had become a strange thing.

Zhong Shao walked over and insisted on breaking the seal, Yan Feng waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Fei and Uncle Rong to let him do it, the three of them stayed behind and didn't care about Zhong Shao, now his heart must be extremely uncomfortable.

After a month of hard work, the family was in a bad situation, his beloved died for it, his friends left, and his brother went to prison for him, these things pulled Zhong Shao's wounds alive and dead, leaving his bloody wounds naked to the sun.

Zhong Shao tore open the seal, Uncle Rong came over and opened the door with the key, but suddenly found that the door lock had been changed, and Zhong Shao's bitter expression was almost paralyzed to the ground in an instant.

Xiao Fei looked at the decadence on Zhong Shao's face, walked over to help him, reached out to hold the door lock, and opened the door lock in an instant with the tin foil in the cigarette case.

Zhong Shao pushed open the door and slowly walked in.

The chaise longue she had sat on.

In the summer, he would lie on it and pill her legs, watching the starry sky on a summer night, and quietly listening to her sing. Her voice was beautiful, perhaps the best he'd ever heard in his life. At that time, Zhong Shao liked to make Ning Meng lower her head, because if she lowered her head, her hair would fall on his cheeks, which was itchy and comfortable. Zhong Shao would sniff it gently, and the faint fragrance made him like it very much.

That swing is what she loves to play.

From childhood to adulthood, whether Ning Meng is happy or unhappy, she will always sit quietly and hang on it alone, and there will always be a little boy pushing her behind her. Later, the little boy grew up and disappeared. Ningmeng was left alone, she would sit on it alone, but she could no longer find the person pushing him. Sitting on the swing, she can only recall the past time alone.

That flower wall is what she likes.

Ning Meng has always liked flowers and plants, so there are a lot of flowers and plants at home, and the flower wall was planted many years ago. The seeds were snatched by Zhong Shao shamelessly from Yan Feng, but he didn't know how to plant them, and he would kill the flowers and plants every time, and Ning Meng would be very distressed every time. She is a kind child, and she says that flowers and plants have a life of their own. It's a pity that Zhong Shao doesn't know, and the flowers and plants must be, she feels more sorry for him.

Touching the scene.

In the past, when he went to school and learned those ancient poems, Zhong Shao would always laugh at the teacher uninhibitedly when he said that what the teacher said was wrong, and then said his own explanation, and said that the sadness of the ancients was, but now maybe he really understands the sadness of the ancients.

There are many things, no matter how clear others say, it is useless, and you will really understand the taste after experiencing it yourself.

Zhong Shao opened the door of the villa and walked in slowly, many things in the hall were gone, but the table of the eight immortals for eating was still there.

Nowadays, meals are all round tables, so many people's food culture has slowly faded.

In the past, it was very important to invite people to dinner because of the seat alone. Zhong Shao walked over and reached out to touch the deep knife mark on the table of the Eight Immortals, and felt a lot of taste in his heart.

Except for Zhong Fan and Miao Lang in the family, everyone else didn't know the fact that Ning Meng had left, Zhong Shao could now feel the pain of his body being torn apart every time he took a breath, how could he face the family and the world, and face this fact that he couldn't accept?

Zhong Shao turned around and slowly stepped on the swirling transparent staircase up the second floor.

"Click-"

Zhong Shao pushed open the door of his room, and everything inside had been emptied.

The gym, the storage room, the shoe room, the wardrobe, the study and all the other rooms have been emptied, and all those memories have disappeared with the items, Zhong Shao wanted to grab something, but found that he was so weak, he couldn't catch anything, he couldn't get anything.

Zhong Shao didn't dare to enter a room, a room he thought about day and night.

"Click-"

Zhong Shao gently pushed open the door of Ningmeng's room and slowly walked in.

The wallpaper in the room is only light pink, sky blue, and pure white, and the things in Ningmeng's house have not been removed, and the whole room has been very messy.

Zhong Shao walked over and sat at the head of the bed and picked up a hellokitty cat doll and put it aside, his emotions complicated to the extreme.

She loved cats, he always remembered.

She loved lemons, he always remembered.

She loved everything, and he always remembered it.

It could be that the room has not been ventilated for a long time, the air is not very good, and there is a smell of blood.

Zhong Shao got up and walked to the window and opened the shutters, and suddenly saw the loquat tree in the yard.

When Ning Meng was swinging when he was a child, Zhong Shao would always read and recite an ancient text, which talked about the loquat tree, and Ning Meng wanted to see what the loquat tree looked like, so Zhong Shao and the two of them planted the loquat tree together.

There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it has been covered like a pavilion.

Zhong Shao turned around and suddenly saw the shriveled white cat corpse in the corner of the wall.

It was Ningmeng's favorite cat, and it was lying there quietly, with a piece of its head collapsed, and it looked like those people had hit it with a heavy object when they came here to carry things.

Blood stained the cat's white body, and it was so ugly and bloody that it was so cute now.

Zhong Shao sat down in front of the dresser, not daring to look up at himself in the mirror.

Opening the drawer, Zhong Shao saw that there was a letter inside, and he picked it up while he was shocked, and when he saw the first line of words, Zhong Shao immediately shed tears.

"Brother, when you read this letter, I think maybe I am no longer in this world. If the end result is me jumping off a volcano, then you have to believe what you see in the bronze mirror, if not possible. ”

The front of this letter is very neatly written, but the last few sentences are few strokes to close the whole text, it seems that Ning Meng happened to receive a call from Zhong Shao when she wrote the letter, so she only wrote a poem in the end.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

That day, Zhong Shao squatted in the corner and cried for a whole day.

He was holding Ningmeng's costume in his arms, and tears soaked the embroidery. The delicate girl seemed to come to life, standing in front of his eyes, like the first time he sang the bleak and tragic "Farewell My Concubine" for him when he returned from Death Canyon.

"King!"

Scream again.

O king! (To be continued.) )