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On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mrs. Su ordered people to set up a moon-viewing banquet in the water pavilion not far from the lotus pond.

There are two masters in the Taifu Mansion, the old legs are disabled, and they are also old, and their memory is not better than day by day, and they are unable to do many things, but they only remember to please Su Qianruo.

The little one, who has been in a coma for a long time and just woke up, loves to be in a daze, and is in a trance all day long, and has no means to run a house, and he doesn't care about things at all.

Everything in the entire Taifu Mansion is that Uncle Zhong is busy before and after.

There was a bright moon in the sky, and when Su Qianruo arrived, there were many people on the side of the water pavilion, and lights were being added.

Mrs. Su sat in a wheelchair with a smile, the light on the pagoda reflected his face, his face was clear, but there was endless darkness in the place behind his head where there was no light.

Seeing Su Qianruo coming, he raised his eyebrows, proudly pointed to the delicate pagoda that was extra empty, and said, "Do you like it?" I've brought you the Leifeng Tower! ”

He smiled, revealing a mouthful of slightly rotten teeth.

Su Qianruo looked up, there was a circle of night pearls hanging on the top of the tower, the octagonal cornices of the nine-story pagoda, the bronze ancient lamps were hung under the eaves, the red door of vermilion lacquer, the white marble stone carving railing, through the large open tower door, you can also vaguely see some brightly colored murals painted on the walls of the tower.

Su Qianruo suddenly giggled and reached out to touch the white jade bar in front of the tower, the tentacles were cold, and the smile fell on his face, it turned out to be a real tower, not a shadow trick!

stared at the three words on the plaque for a long time, "Grandfather, don't you tell me that this is the tower on the shore of Xizi Lake?" ”

Mrs. Su smiled, and the chrysanthemum lines on her face seemed to bloom, "Nannan, I remember that you went to West Lake when you were two years old, and the first time you saw this tower, you said that you would move it away, and see if there is a little white snake pressing down below, do you remember?" ”

Su Qianruo remembered that she had said such a thing, but at that time she was babbling and babbling, and she was poisoned by the book, and she never forgot the amazing demon snake in the book, so the first time she went to Leifeng Tower, she would ask her father to move Leifeng Pagoda away.

In the eyes of childhood children, anyone's father will be the most courageous and omnipotent.

So at that time, Su Minxing was stunned by her daughter's words for a long time, and then really stuffed her into the arms of a woman who didn't come forward to help solve the siege, but only knew that she had been covering her mouth and smiling.

Su Qianruo still remembered that her father was wearing a snow suit that day, and when he really stepped forward to hug the doorpost of Leifeng Pagoda with his robe and teeth, he made a hehehe sound, which attracted many people to watch.

Su Minxing is dressed in white, with a small jade crown on his head, his hair is like ink, and his eyes are like stars, dazzling.

He grinned and made the action of picking up the Lei Feng Pagoda and moving it out, and shouted to his wife and daughter who were already smiling and couldn't find it: "Hurry up, the Lei Feng Pagoda is too heavy, smash your mother and son carefully, Daddy will directly take you home and put it up, the little snake is also kept in the tower, will you be a pet or something in the future?" ”

Su Qianruo bit the fleshy little short hand, and while drooling, he pulled out his hand and slapped it with a crackling sound, and kept applauding.

The onlookers saw that they were well-behaved in brocade clothes, and they all pointed at the side with a little smile, and most of them were amused by Su Minxing's words and deeds of hugging the tower and teasing the girl.

There were also some people standing in the crowd with their mouths covered and whispering about whether the family was thinking a little abnormal.

At this time, seeing this thing that was exactly the same as Lei Feng Tower, Su Qianruo's heart was sour, and he couldn't stop shedding tears.

She lost her parents, and her grandfather lost his son and daughter-in-law. She was miserable and self-pitying, her grandfather lost his son and daughter-in-law in middle age, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and his heart was also painful.

Throwing himself into his grandfather's arms, his hands clinging tightly to his emaciated body, Su Qianruo cried more and more like a child who had not grown up.

Seeing that she was crying uncontrollably, her eye sockets were also slightly hot, and she stretched out her dry wood-like hand to gently caress her back, "Don't cry, don't cry..."

Nan, since Su Qianruo's parents died, no one has mentioned these two words in front of her.

That was Su Minhang's exclusive nickname for Su Qianruo.

Su Qianruo hasn't hugged Mrs. Su for a long time.

At this moment, under the distraction, some bizarre fragments suddenly passed in front of him.

The lights were like beans, meandering behind her.

The peaks reach into the sky, two peaks lie in front of you, and the path at your feet is cut into a messy line by huge rocks.

The drenched wind struck her body with the autumn rain, and her footsteps sounded softly in the silence, and the deep mouth in front of her in the haze was like an open mouth of blood, and she walked barefoot into a towering forest.

There was a muffled grunt behind him.

She suddenly pulled out her legs and ran wildly towards the glimmer of heaven on the way she came.

The glimmering courtyard at the foot of the mountain was enveloped in layers of bloody gas.

There was a pain in front of her eyes, salty tears slid down her cheeks and into the collar, and her entire face was divided into terrible pieces by blood and tears.

Unhindered in the darkness of the night, her gaze stretched into the distance, penetrating the courtyard surrounded by a circle of torches and a cold light held high.

The corpses were everywhere, wearing blue and white clothes, and a blue brocade belt was tied around his waist.

The lights illuminated the courtyard as bright as day, and many of the lamps were splashed with flowing red liquid, and the blood-colored lamps shone a trace of coldness, but from a distance, they were still dotted with stars and were particularly beautiful.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a wheelchair, and on the chair sits a man in his fifties dressed in black wisps.

There are the most lights here, and they are extremely bright and transparent. The surrounding light is clear and visible.

Su Qianruo hid in the bushes, blood and tears flowed down, and the cold rain and strong wind kept hitting her, blowing the blood that had just flowed on her face into a cold line.

She looked at the man's hands on the handlebars on either side of the wheelchair, knuckles distinct and white.

A drop of sweat slid down the forehead of the middle-aged man in front of him, dripping onto the body of a knife as thin as a cicada's clothes in his hand, and the other half of the blade was embedded in the flesh and blood of the arm of the man in the wheelchair.

The knife was fast, and pieces of flesh were cut off.

A man lying in a wheelchair not far from the bloody body propped up his head and shouted at this side miserably: "Let go of Taifu!" ”

Su Qianruo crossed her hands in front of her chest, only to feel that the extremely cold qi between heaven and earth rushed into the cracks of her bones, freezing so much that she just wanted to shrink into a ball.

At the sound of the cry of blood, she abruptly stood to her feet and stumbled toward the courtyard.

Brushing away the beads of blood that had blinded her eyes, she finally saw that the black object covering the old man's body was, a fishing net that had been tightly wrapped around him and then tightly pulled by four people.

The fishing net was tightly squeezed into his body, and every piece of flesh was outlined by the mesh, and a special knife with a cold light shimmered tremblingly and fell, slowly cutting off, and the skin and a thin layer of flesh and blood fell down like leaves swept by the autumn wind.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】