Now, a qiē has been restored to its original appearance.

Qin Wei was very happy that this was the case, at least he could stay quietly in this place that only belonged to him. However, what pained him was that when he was alone, he didn't know what he should do.

Is it weeping or the walking dead? His tears may not have been able to flow out because of the cold weather, and besides, he could not walk the dead in such cold weather, otherwise he would soon be covered in ice and snow.

After thinking about that memory lightly, he slowly walked into the study.

It was an uncomfortable room. Everything here remains the way it is. Of course, not only the study, but the entire Qin Mansion remained the same.

There are many memories in this house, but the most unforgettable one is the study. His father, Qin Qiong, rarely came to this mansion because of his special status, and only stayed here for about ten days a month, but every time, he would watch Qin Wei practice calligraphy intently in the study.

It wasn't until later that the appearance of vampires broke this qiē.

Qin Wei walked around the study, and then pushed open a window on the west side. The window paper is still bright white, thin, and new. It looks like it has just been put on, and it feels like you have stepped back in time, as if you have returned to the beginning.

He remembered that during the Chinese New Year, his father would always take time out to have a chat with him. Although it was a girl's favorite thing to play, he felt that it was a good time to bond with his father.

My father is the best at cutting the window grilles that look like a general, and each one is cut vividly. It's impressive. The mother, on the other hand, would cut flowers of different shapes, and sometimes attract bees.

He doesn't know how to cut anything, but he can write neat couplets.

This qiē seems to have been just yesterday.

The sadness that filled his body began to roll again, but he still couldn't let go of his emotions and let himself cry.

He felt that all his tears had been given to Nanyue. Now when it was time to tear, he was like a dry stream, with only some vapor rising from the ground, but not a drop of water in sight.

Just as he struggled to convince himself that it was not unfilial, he heard someone shouting his name.

"Qin Wei, Qin Wei. Wake up. ”

"Please. Hold on a little longer, don't go. Qin Wei. ”

"Qin Wei, Qin Wei, please. Come back soon. Qin Wei. ”

Xiao Yong shook Qin Wei's already translucent body vigorously.

His feet were missing.

"Qin Wei. You bastard. Xiao Yong wanted to wake up Qin Wei with a slap, but his palm was empty.

Now, he couldn't touch Qin Wei's body at all.

"Qin Wei." He continued to scream. Even the birds in the orchard outside the window flew up.

He must pull Qin Wei back, otherwise Ta Jiaqi will definitely not let him go lightly. He condensed all his magic, but his palms only shimmered with a faint green light.

Oops, losing two bowls of wizard's blood in a row has severely affected his magic. Without a month to recover, he would not be able to use such a difficult magic.

What should I do now? It's too late to call Ta Jiaqi for help, it's better to hide it first, and then pull Qin Wei back after a month.

Do you want to sue Sù Nanyue?

This question stumped Xiao Yong. According to Nanyue's character, what would happen if she knew the truth? It should be the end of the world.

Not only does she have the immortal body of a vampire, but she also has the ability to infinitely create zào vampires, and more importantly, now even Gongsun Zhi has become his friend.

What should I do if Nanyue Fa Wei Ke is then?

Xiao Yong had to worry about his safety.

Now, he can't go back to find Ta Jiaqi, and he can't tell Nanyue the truth, so the only way is to hide Qin Wei's suicide.

"Qin Wei."

Qin Wei was taken aback, and his memories were suspended. He originally thought that it would be Nanyue who would call him, but it was not Nanyue, but Xiao Yong.

"Please, hold on a little longer, don't go. Qin Wei. ”

"Qin Wei, Qin Wei, please, come back quickly, Qin Wei."

"Qin Wei, you bastard."

Xiao Yong's cry was poignant and sentimental. Qin Wei began to regret his refusal. Perhaps before plunging that struggling dagger into his heart, he should have asked Xiao Yong what he thought.

After returning from the Kishira Hotel, Qin Wei almost drove the car into the orchard. Fortunately, he reacted in time, otherwise he would have ruined those innocent fruit trees.

Parking the car in the courtyard, he walked through the living room on the first floor and went straight up to the second floor back to his room.

What should I do when I'm sad?

He didn't want to drop things, because Xiao Yong could restore a qiē effortlessly when he came back. And what is there that Xiao Yong can't restore?

The answer came almost immediately. **, the wizard can't restore it**.

It was a difficult choice, one could almost say cruel and suffocating. He knew very well that he was not impulsive, nor was he rash.

This is the only way to escape the pain.

He went to the kitchen, found a sharp dagger, and then sighed and remembered the place he had once imagined to be 'home'.

In the end, he plunged the dagger into his heart.

He thought that by returning here, he would be able to cut off the pain of that world. However, he was wrong.

Miss by a mile.

More hidden memories slowly surfaced as the heart stopped.

It's kind of like a vampire's hypnosis.

Vampire hypnotism can hypnotize humans, but once a human's life ends, all memories erased by vampires will slowly recover.

Just like Pan Junjie, he was originally erased by Nanyue, and when he stopped beating because of Li Shimin's manslaughter, then the originally hidden memories will slowly emerge.

The same goes for Qin Wei.

The dagger didn't kill him, but it temporarily restrained his heart, preventing it from beating.

Now those memories that had been erased by his mother were like a thin silk, slowly being pulled out of the depths of his heart.

He stood by the window in shock, his eyes glazed over.

That wave of memories was like a flash flood and tsunami that kept hitting his nerves and what little sanity he had left. He screamed, waved his arms vigorously, and swept all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the desk to the ground.

He smashed everything he could, and he almost demolished the house. Eventually, he passed out because he couldn't withstand the blow.

It's dawn. He opened his eyes, and the study was restored to its original state. Neat, clean, and like new. (To be continued.) )