After Nalan Qing went back, he locked himself in the room, turned off his mobile phone, and told everyone not to come and disturb. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But today is not destined to be a peaceful day, and after a while, someone knocked on the door outside, but Nalan Qing ignored it at all, isolated from the world.

A man wrapped his hands around his thighs, his eyes staring at a certain place stupidly, but this room was just a little distance, but he seemed to be able to see far away.

The light in the room has been turned on, from morning to night, and then from night to early morning, this day and night, his stomach has not entered a little food, for the current Nalan Qing, memory is the amount of food, and only memory fills his stomach.

It was still very dark outside, Nalan Qing pushed open the door, his face was cut into vicissitudes of life overnight, his steps were still a little heavy, and when he walked out of the room, he was wearing a white dress, like a mourning dress, which made people feel a little shivering.

The housekeeper Fang Zhuo and the maid Louise at home were already waiting outside, with some worry in their eyes, "Young Master." ”

Nalan Qing waved his arm, refusing the white porridge handed over by Louise, and directly took the yellow cloth bag in Fang Zhuo's hand, his eyes roughly glanced at the contents inside, which was indeed the item he was going to use today.

The ark is very skilled, and obviously this is not the first time this has happened, so everyone in the family has been prepared.

"Do you want to wake up Miss?"

Nalan Qing didn't speak, his hand swayed, he said that he didn't need it, it didn't matter to Nalan Xinyan in the first place, but in the past, Nalan Xinyan always got up early to go with him, but this time he didn't get up yet.

The sky outside is cloudy, cloudy, in line with the weather at this time of year, there is almost no difference, the wind outside is blowing, with the hard sand and gravel blowing, Nalan Qing went out, along the side of the wall of the mansion, and walked slowly.

This is a place that ordinary people would never have imagined, and no one would have thought that such a place would be hidden behind such a magnificent mansion.

Even He Qiuchen and Li Yang, who are Nalan Qing's best friends, don't know about it, only the indigenous people in this mansion know, but only Nalan Qing is the only one who will come here, and occasionally, Nalan Xinyan will accompany her.

In front of him is a square stone monument, which is a mausoleum, surrounded by walls on both sides, and the overall appearance is like a small castle with a manor.

This is so unique, the incandescent lights on both sides turned on one by one after Nalan Qing came in, and the original white and bright light looked extremely pale today.

There are a few words on the tombstone, from the top left to the bottom, the beginning is five bright red black characters, best friend, and then the four big characters in the middle "Yu Shuo's tomb" The time of casting is October 25, xxxx, that is, eight years ago today.

The surrounding situation was almost a little different from previous years, which made Nalan Qing stunned the moment he came here.

This place, usually he comes by himself, and only once a year, in previous years, here is dusty, the broom next to him is his main tool to clean the ground, but today this place is so clean, almost no grain of dust can be found.

He almost wanted to call Fang Zhuo down and ask if he had cleaned the place before him, but when he saw the envelope in front of the tombstone, which was crushed by the stones, he was patient.

It was impossible for Fang Zhuo to leave a strange letter after cleaning this place, let alone anyone else.

Nalan Qing looked around to see if there were any strange things, but except for a letter on the tombstone, there was nothing else, the envelope said Nalan Qing personally opened, seeing this made him feel uneasy, his hands trembled unconsciously, and when he saw the contents inside, his already pale face was even more gloomy.

"To my good friend --- Nalan Qing:

When you read this letter, I said it was an honor.

Because it makes me feel that you haven't forgotten me, even if you caused my death.

So I won't forgive you for the rest of my life, but I'm here and I'm going to tell you a good news and a bad news.

Well......

I'm thinking about which news to tell first.

I think you can't wait to see what the bottom is, what are those two news?

Perhaps both of these pieces of news will make you tear up this fragile piece of paper immediately.

Don't worry, I'll tell you slowly:

The good news is that when you read this letter, your sister, who is always lovely and charming---- Nalan Xinyan doesn't have to leave this beautiful world so early.

The bad news is that this cute and charming little girl may have to leave this world at any moment, by the side of his most beloved brother.

I'm not angry to see this, but I hope you don't worry, if you want to see your sister.

See you in the "Sky City" tonight, remember to come alone, otherwise I don't dare to guarantee that Nalan Xinyan will not be able to see the sunrise tomorrow, maybe tomorrow will still be cloudy.

Your good friend

Yu Shuozhi"

As said in the letter, Nalan Qing was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, and even wanted to tear the paper in his hand instantly, but he didn't want to be guessed by the other party, so he could only crumple the letter into a ball and stuff it into his pocket.

But because of this incident, he squeezed his two fists fiercely, the knuckles of his fingers were almost white and bloodless, and the green tendons on his arms were rising, he didn't think about it, he threw down the yellow bag in his hand, and the dark paper in it flew out one by one, and was gently blown by the wind, floating in the sky.

Nalan Qing's sudden return made the others stunned, you must know that every year at this time, Nalan Qing will hardly come back until dawn, and today has just gone, and there is still a long time before the rooster cries.

"Young Master, what's wrong, is there anything else you haven't prepared?"

"Where's Xinyan?"

"Miss! She came back last night, and she hasn't gotten up today, so she's still in her room. Nalan Qing just listened, he acted like a wind, very urgent, ran to the door of Nalan Xinyan's room, and knocked on her room vigorously, the door was knocked like a machine gun, clattering.

For Nalan Qing's panicked and frightened look, Fang Zhuo saw it for the first time, and he was a little puzzled, "Young Master, what the hell is going on." ”

"Do you still have the key to Xinyan's room?" The house was locked from the inside.

"Hmm."

"Bring it to me." Fang Zhuo took out the backup key tied to his waist and was about to look for the key to match the door, but Nalan Qing had already snatched the key from Fang Zhuo's hand at once, and he looked anxious.

Fang Zhuo didn't know why, just quietly looked at the flustered Nalan Qing, the metal clanging sound of key conversion resounded in the corridor, the keys in the mansion, except for a few specific doors, the shape of the keys in the other rooms was almost the same.

Nalan Qing used several keys before he heard a "click", and the door of Nalan Xinyan's room was opened, but the appearance inside made him almost desperate, the bed inside was empty, and the cold air outside blew into the room, flying snow-white curtains, like white clouds, and Nalan Xinyan disappeared in his room.

Seeing such a situation, Nalan Qing almost hit the ground with a heavy punch, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.

"Young master, what's going on?" Fang Zhuo was also surprised, feeling unusual, and asked.

"Uncle Fang, you have to keep it a secret about what Xinyan doesn't see, and no one can say that you know?" Nalan Qing turned his head, thinking of the letter that was still in his pocket, and remembering what was written on it, Fang Zhuo, who was quite heavy, said.

"But..."

"Uncle Fang, believe me, Xinyan will come back, but if someone asks you where Xinyan went, you will say that Xinyan went to a music teacher to tutor music."

"Hmm" Fang Zhuo still had some doubts in his heart, but looking at Nalan Qing's eager appearance, he didn't continue to ask.