Miss Qu?!

Xia Ling's head seemed to have been hit hard by something, and he couldn't help but think of Qu Fan yesterday, and desperately rushed to the fire in the city.

In fact, Xia Ling is afraid of fire, because since she was a child, she would often have a dream that she was in a sea of fire and cried there. It's as if someone important has left.

She wondered if that would be the only impression she had of her family as an infant, because she was born an orphan and was abandoned at the door of the orphanage at the age of two. So gradually, I was inexplicably a little panicked about the fire.

When Xia Ling arrived at the scene, the fire was gone, but the mess around it still reminded people of the menacing fire.

She saw Mo Feng from a distance, he was wearing a black cloak, his face was stained with some black soot and he looked a little dirty, talking to the guards beside him.

Someone was the first to recognize her and called her, so the people around instantly stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads to her. Xia Ling nodded a little awkwardly and trotted to Mo Feng's side.

"What about Miss Qu? Is it Qu Fan? How is she? She asked in a low voice, looking at Mo Feng cautiously, for fear that he would say something that would make it difficult for her to accept.

Mo Feng looked at her, and couldn't bear to speak for a while. He pulled her to the side for a while, then pointed forward.

Xia Ling looked in the direction of his finger and saw that in the chaos of rubble, a man was struggling to dig up the debris beneath him. Silent and serious.

"He's ......"

"He's sunny open."

"Miss Qu, is Qu Fan......

Mo Feng didn't know how to appease Xia Ling, but gently held her back with his hand. Turning his head to look at the mess beside him, a hint of anger crept into his head again.

The strangeness of this fire must not be an accident. But the cloth business of the Qu family is famous in all directions, and the Qu family is naturally very good at interacting with people, and they all say that Master Qu is Qu Pusa, and the reputation can be said to be extremely good. Now who is the relationship with and who is the killer.

Xia Ling walked over to the man and saw that his hands were covered with blood but he still didn't care about carrying the stones under his feet. At this time, in his mind, he was afraid that there was only that beloved Qu Fan in his eyes.

She suddenly understood her mood more clearly when Qu Fan begged her to help him erase his memories yesterday. She is right, if she is gone, then this man's soul will have nowhere to go, he will live worse than die, and even go with her. And he's still so young......

This kind of love, who is not envious. But it's okay if the wind is calm, if life and death are parting, then maybe never seeing each other is the best result.

Xia Ling's mouth opened, but he still squatted down and helped him dig the stones under him next to Qing Kai. As the saying goes, if you live to see people, you must die to see corpses, and if you don't see the answer, the hope in your heart will never be erased.

The stones here were sharp and had a hint of heat after the fire, and Xia Ling's hands were scratched after a while, and they were burning painfully.

"Miss Qu has found it!" On the other side of the collapsed house, a guard cried out as she hugged the corpse of a woman.

Xu was squatting there for too long, and when Qing Kai heard the sound, he immediately stood up and ran over there, but he didn't run two steps before he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Xia Ling looked distressed, stretched out his hand to hold out a force, and ran towards Qu Fan with him.

Such a beautiful woman, who had begged her in front of her with tears in her eyes yesterday, had only been lying there for a few hours.

Qing Kai stepped forward and hugged Qu Fan, who had long since lost his breath, and tears finally poured down uncontrollably.

"Fan'er...... Fan'er ......" he muttered softly, like a puppet that had lost his soul, and his eyes were dim when he looked at Qu Fan.

The heart is like ashes, but that's it.

Xia Ling's nose was sour, and she lost her mind when she looked at the man in front of her. Even if death is a certain end, but it comes so suddenly, how can people accept it. And what to do with yesterday's request, and what should she do.

Mo Feng gently untied the black cloak on his body and draped it on Xia Ling's body.

"Miss Qu came to us yesterday." With a somewhat hoarse voice, Mo Feng slowly said to the man in front of him.

"Actually, you already knew, Miss Qu's life is short. She begged the priestess to help her erase all your memories of her. She is afraid that you will collapse, that you will be too indulged in her departure, and that you will ruin the beauty of your life. ”

"She asked me to come out today, just for this reason......" Qingkai's voice carried indescribable exhaustion. She hadn't come out to see me for a long time, and she just informed me last night, and I was still basking in the joy of seeing her....."

"I think that, with the way you are now, forgetting about her is the best outcome for you. You're still young, and you have a family that doesn't stop you from giving up on yourself, you have to be like a man. ”

Mo Feng kindly reminded him, but every sentence was extremely contrary to his intentions. In fact, he didn't know that he had said these things to himself day after day, and he himself did not have the courage to forget them, but now he persuaded others to do them. This seems a bit despicable.

"Nope! If I had forgotten her, I would have been a man! She is the most beautiful woman in the world, she has given me all her love, how can I forget everything and leave her alone on the way to death...... ...... alone"

Qing Kai's mood fluctuated slightly, but Xia Ling was ruthless, and slapped him on the back of the neck before he finished speaking, and Qing Kai fainted instantly.

Mo Feng was a little surprised by what she did, and her eyes habitually hid the unquenchable melancholy - she was really very different from before.

"What should I do?" Xia Ling looked at the sunny open in front of him, but his words were to ask Mo Feng.

"What?"

"What should I do to make him forget Qu Fan."

Mo Feng's eyes sank deeply: "As long as you really think like this, your strength will naturally help you achieve your wishes." ”

Hearing this, Xia Ling didn't hesitate too much, she stepped forward and pulled one of Qingkai's arms.

"I'm sorry, I helped you make this decision."

She closed her eyes, concentrating on merging her thoughts into her own magnetic force to disturb the clear magnetic field.

"I'm sorry, I forgot......"

The words fell slightly, Xia Ling only felt that the tip of her nose was sour, she took a hard breath, and when she opened her eyes, everything was over.

In this fire, only 21 of the 152 members of the Qu family survived. The Qu family is in charge, and only Qu's mother survives, and it was Qu's father who protected her with his body and allowed her to survive to the end.

The members of the survey team reported that a fire broke out because a waitress was cooking food in the kitchen at night. The source of the fire was the kitchen, and it spread quickly in the dead of night.

After returning from the scene, Mo Feng held an emergency meeting, and Xia Ling knew that he couldn't do anything, so he begged him sincerely for the first time: "We must find out the real reason." ”

The quarrel with Mo Feng two days ago, coupled with the busy political affairs of the past few days, I didn't see Mo Feng come back to rest.

Xia Ling is not much better, although she doesn't have to do anything, but her heart is always difficult to calm down.

The light in the room flickered on and off, reflecting Xia Ling's mood. It's like a thousand threads are held in her hand at once, but it's a very chaotic mess, and it's really messy and messy. How could she figure it all out?

Suddenly, the distant sound of the flute came slowly, Xia Ling heard the flute, and her body and mind gradually relaxed, and she really fell asleep unconsciously.

Dream.

"Ling'er, this is the most wrong thing my mother has ever done. I wanted to make up for it myself, but I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity......"

The woman had a kind face and was extremely beautiful, and she was snuggling in the woman's arms, her eyes were red, and she looked like she had just cried.

The woman handed her a red notebook: "This is a record of all the processes of Lingling's coming to this world, which is my painstaking research for many years, and it is also the source of this tragedy." I hope you can rely on it and help Lingling...... That's my last wish. ”

She nodded obediently and watched as the woman hid the red notebook.

......

Red notebook? The scene of the woman handing over the red notebook to herself played repeatedly in Xia Ling's mind, and her consciousness instantly cleared up.

"Mother!" She screamed and sat up from her bed, and the lights in the room turned on.

"Goddess, what's wrong?" Xue Lan, who sensed something was wrong outside the house, knocked on the door and asked softly.

"No, it's okay, it's just a nightmare. Rest early. ”

Xia Ling gasped, and quickly got up and opened his bed and fumbled around. According to the scene in her dream, the notebook is hidden under this bed, and there must be some kind of dark grid like in the TV series.

Xia Ling relied on her experience of watching TV series for more than 20 years, knocked left and right, but she didn't find anything strange for half a day, but what she could be sure of was that the center of the bed must be empty, but she didn't know how to open it.

She sat on the ground with some difficulty, looking at her bed and not fighting.

"Or you'll smash the bed!"

An angry remark made Xia Ling feel that this seemed to be the most reliable method. Without thinking too much, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gathered all the resentment in her heart into her fist.

She closed her eyes tightly, stretched her hand far away, and stood on the other side of the room with her back against the wall. Although it is her own power, she is still a little frightened every time she uses it, let alone such a destructive thing as blowing up something.

She threw a blow at the bed with all her might, but for a long time, she heard nothing.

She opened her eyes slightly, and the bed in front of her was still intact. Is it too far away?

She moved forward a bit, started all over again, and still didn't react at all. Xia Ling suddenly became a little impatient, she simply stood in front of the bed with her waist crossed, thinking that this bed can't be destroyed!? She took a breath, squatted down and walked on the horse, and made a look of a military fist, and hammered her bed for the Nth time.

Be quiet...... Almost silent.

Just as Xia Ling pursed her lips and wanted to cry aggrievedly, the center of the bed was slightly bright, showing a person's palm print.