Liu Jingqing's room is simple and tidy, and there are no idol stars on the wall that little girls like, but there are many calligraphy works, which seem to be from the same person's handwriting. Each word gesture stretches the appearance of the mellow muscles and bones, the penmanship is exquisite and beautiful, and it is also a good line, there is a kind of smart and beautiful beauty, quite Zhao Mengfu's style and bones.

Just by looking at these words, it was difficult for Zi Shumo to associate this beautiful woman with the drunk man outside the house. Although Liu's father's drunkenness can be understood as the pain of losing his daughter, his rough hands and short and ugly appearance really make it hard to believe that he is Liu Jingqing's father.

On the neat desk is an unbranded assembly computer, and in the triptych frame on the side is a group photo of Liu Jingqing and her parents, as well as a group photo of her with Du Li, Tu Xiuwen and other classmates. In the photo, Liu Jingqing and his mother are like a pair of sisters, Liu's father, who is half a head shorter than them, smiles quite happily, just looking at the photo, you can see that he is proud to have this mother and daughter, and the feeling of happiness is condensed in this photo.

Zi Shumo touched the table, the table top was spotless, obviously after Liu Jingqing's disappearance and even confirmed death, her parents still cleaned it every day, so that this room maintained the appearance of her life, as if she would come back at any time.

Du Li also looked at this room with a lot of feelings, how many times did she and Liu Jingqing talk here? How many girls have you heard her confide in? But I don't want to be like this, heaven and man are separated forever, I can't help but feel sad from it, and I silently shed a tear.

Tu Xiuwen also sniffled when she looked at the photos on the table, she didn't expect Liu Jingqing to put her photos on her desk, remembering that she used to have a small belly, she felt even more sad in her heart, and wanted to find out the truth about Liu Jingqing's death.

Zi Shumo walked around the desk to the bookcase on the side, opened the bookcase and took a look, in addition to the school's textbooks and prescribed extracurricular reading materials, most of the bookcases were Chinese classical literature, poetry and songs, as well as some large reference books, copying stickers for calligraphy exercises, etc.

It seems that this Liu Jingqing is still a talented girl! It's no wonder that Tu Xiuwen was jealous when she was a classmate, such a girl is really a species that is almost extinct in this era!

I took out a few books and flipped through them, and found that although each book looked new, there were footnotes or bookmarks and notes in it, which should be because the owner cherished it very much.

Suddenly, Zi Shumo found a completely different handwriting on the title page of a book. The person who wrote this text used a calligraphy, and the pen was wandering and free, and it was a boy's word at first glance. Just this good hand of words looks quite good with Liu Jingqing's words, and then look at the content:

The summer solstice is quiet

The night breeze loves fireflies

Meet Mu Xiaoyu

Gather wild grass baskets

This untidy five-character quatrain has no beginning or end, neither written for anyone, nor signed, not even dated.

However, the book was released four years ago, so it can be assumed that it was received when Liu Jingqing was in high school. Zi Shumo took a second look at this poem, and secretly took a picture of this text with his mobile phone while people were unprepared.

Putting the book back in its place, Zi Shumo turned his head to look at the desk again and asked:

"Can this computer be turned on?"

"Yes, but I can't get in with the password." Du Li replied quietly: "When Qin Jing just disappeared, I came to open her computer. ”

Zi Shumo nodded regretfully, and suddenly asked, "Liu Jingqing has the habit of writing a diary, right?" ”

"Huh, how do you know?"

"I think she seems to be very traditional and loves literature, and most of such girls should also have the habit of writing diaries."

"Yes, it's just that her diaries are all written in the space, encrypted separately, and I can't even enter her computer system, let alone open her space password. Although I have a very good relationship with her, I don't think she told me everything. Du Li choked up and said.

Zi Shumo felt a little disappointed again, looked around the room again, and then looked at Tu Xiuwen and said, "Is there anything else you want to check?" ”

Tu Xiuwen shook her head in a trance, and took the lead out of the room, Zi Shumo followed behind her, and Du Li, who was walking last, turned around and glanced at the room again, and then closed the door with a sigh.

Suddenly returning from the bright room to the dark living room, the three of them were a little uncomfortable, and finally saw that Liu's father had fallen asleep on the table.

"What now?" Tu Xiuwen looked at Zi Shumo and Du Li blankly.

"You guys go first, I'll accompany Uncle Liu here." Du Li whispered, picked up a blanket from the sofa on the side and gently draped it over Liu's father's body.

Zi Shumo suddenly grabbed Du Li's hand and forced her to the corridor outside the door.

Being dragged out of the room by such a handsome boy was really the first time in Du Li's life, her face was red to her neck, her brain was blank, and she forgot even the simple action of breaking away from Zi Shumo's hand.

Coming to the aisle, Zi Shumo let go of Du Li, smiled apologetically, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I actually have a question for you, are you sure that after Liu Jingqing went to high school, there were no other suitors around him?" Or a boy who wants to play well? ”

Du Li lowered her head, didn't dare to look at Zi Shumo, played with the buttons on the brown tweed coat with both hands, and stammered for a long time:

"Although, after Jingjing and Qu Dian were together, there were many fewer boys who came to hook up with her, but there were always people who didn't give up and would come to harass her."

"Are there any of these people who can write beautifully?" Zi Shumo asked.

"Well-written? I don't know about that. Actually, as I said just now, Qin Jing doesn't tell me everything, I can feel that she has something to hide from me. It's just, I don't know what's going on. Or, perhaps, the mystical suitor. Du Li secretly raised her eyes to look at Zi Shumo, and saw that he was looking down at her, looking at each other, and she hurriedly lowered her head again.

Zi Shumo stared at Du Li, and suddenly felt that her black hair seemed to be flying against the wind, becoming as if she had life, like black tentacles and like black weeds, gradually burying him in it.

"Zishu! Subbook! Subbook! Tu Xiuwen's voice came from afar, waking Zi Shumo up from the illusion.

Zi Shumo came back to his senses suddenly, reached out and brushed his hair, and found that his forehead was full of cold sweat. Glancing down at Du Li, she didn't seem to notice what she was doing just now, and Tu Xiuwen shouldn't have noticed it when she walked out of the house. Changing into a calm expression, Zi Shumo smiled and said:

"Ah, you're out? I'm sorry, I was fascinated by the problem just now. ”

Tu Xiuwen pursed the corners of her mouth, glanced at Zi Shumo and Du Li suspiciously, and then whispered: "It's not too early, shouldn't we go back?" ”

Hearing this, Du Li hurriedly raised her eyes and looked at the two: "You guys go first, I'll go see if Uncle Liu is awake, if Aunt Gu hasn't come back, then he must not have had a good meal." I'll just make him something to eat, and you won't have to worry about it. ”

Speaking of this, Du Li plucked up the courage to look at Zi Shumo: "If, if, if there is anything else you want to know, just ask me." This is my WeChat, this is my QQ, this is my phone number......"