"Now, isn't it more fun to be in a forbidden place? Wow, maybe there are some peerless heroes and heroes, I can still go up and learn a few kung fu tricks, you are here to control the wind, oh, if someone comes, call me loudly." Bai Ruotong's eyes lit up even more when he heard the forbidden land, and he broke free of Mei Xiang's hand and went to the bamboo forest.

"Miss... My living ancestor..."Looking at the distant back, Mei Xiang was so anxious that she stomped her feet, if there was something long and two short, how could she explain to Ning Xiang, just her little guts, she didn't dare to follow, in the end, she could only anxiously stay outside the bamboo forest, thinking in her heart, as long as the young lady didn't come out after a while.. She's just.. Yelling for help...

Stepping on the withered yellow bamboo leaves with both feet also made a "click" sound, mixed with the sound of "rustling" of the leaves blown by the wind, adding a layer of mystery to the entire bamboo forest, Bai Ruotong's mood was slightly nervous and excited in the stimulation, the closer to the bamboo house, the faster the heartbeat.

"Come on, come on, peerless hero, maybe it's Xuanyuan Zhe, that big pervert in the golden house, maybe it's hidden in the golden house, hum, Xuanyuan Zhe, if you let me catch your little whip, you'll die!!" Bai Ruotong rubbed his hands with curiosity, looking forward to opening the door like in a TV series and finding a peerless hero who had been locked up for many years, and then burst out with passionate sparks in the fire, wind and thunder.... Stop!Go in and have a look~

"Squeak. Bai Ruotong cautiously went up the three-story bamboo ladder of the bamboo house, took a deep breath, and pushed open the bamboo door.

At the moment when the bamboo door was opened, a strong wind poured in, and a piece of white rice paper suddenly flew up in the house, Bai Ruotong probed into the house to see, the bamboo house was circular inside, and a huge desk was placed in the middle, and the rice paper on the desk flew up because of the strong wind that had just poured in, revealing a set of four treasures of the study made of white jade, the ink in the inkstone had dried up, and the jade stone that grinded the ink was ground into an oval, and it could be seen that it had been used for a long time...

"What, I thought I would see a hero or a beautiful woman, why is it just this empty room. Bai Ruotong stepped into the empty bamboo house, and the original slow surprise was instantly annihilated by disappointment.

"What is this. A piece of rice paper fell with the wind and fell on Bai Ruotong's head, Bai Ruotong raised his hand and grabbed the rice paper on his head, the paper was covered with some black ink, and he turned over the rice paper curiously, and when he saw the characters drawn on the rice paper, Bai Ruotong was stunned... Completely stunned...

It was a girl, sitting alone on the edge of the pool, her skirt rolled up, a pair of slender legs submerged in the water, a pair of linen thick shoes next to her, her body half leaned on the rockery, her hands hung weakly on her legs, a black silk scattered casually, her head was stubbornly raised, her eyes were complicated to look at the full moon in the sky, lonely and lonely...

Bai Ruotong's eyes flickered and he took a step back, and the rice paper in his hand fell with the wind.... Bai Ruotong rushed to the desk in disbelief, grabbed the rice paper on the table and looked at it...

It's the same girl, she is curled up in the tattered quilt, her head buried in her arms, her hair is messy and scattered on her arms, and her eyes are looking vacantly ahead...

"No... It's impossible..."Bai Ruotong grabbed one piece of rice paper after another in surprise, and the drawings were all the same person.... They all have one feature in common, a birthmark on the right cheek...

Looking at these paintings, Bai Ruotong felt like she was looking at her memories, it was the day after her mother just died, Bai Ruotong buried Cui's family in the broken courtyard where they lived, she didn't cry, the old people said that after people die, they will become stars and fly to the sky, she knows, her mother is looking at her, how can she cry, how can she make her sad....

Looking at the familiar faces that can't be in the familiar, reminiscing about the joys, sorrows, sorrows, tears, and sliding down without warning...

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(Tianjin)