"Where's the bullet?" At this time, Fan Xian was like a girl in a dream, and after waking up from the dream, he found that he was still sleeping on the firewood in the kitchen, and asked Wuzhu in a low voice with some annoyance.

Wuzhu's answer was honest, but it was wonderful for others to listen: "What is a bullet?" ”

Fan Xian was angry, so he had to describe the appearance, size, length, and usage of the bullet to Uncle Wuzhu again, and then said with anticipation: "Uncle saw that my mother used this thing before, right?"

Wuzhu shook his head: "I said, I forgot some things. Just when Fan Xian was slightly disappointed, Wuzhu suddenly said: "But I remember that the things you said seemed to be useless back then, so when I carried you away, I threw them in the cellar of the Taiping Courtyard." ”

Fan Xian's xìng love has actually been exercised very calmly and calmly, but when he heard this, he still couldn't help but want to rush up and hug this cute blind man and kiss him.

There was a letter in the second compartment of the box, and the sealing of this box was excellent, so Fan Xian flicked the thin letter lightly, and no dust fell.

"Five Bamboo Enlightenment"

Fan Xian's heart didn't know what it was like, it turned out that this box was not reserved for himself, but for the person next to him. He forced himself to smile and handed the letter to Wuzhu, as if he had forgotten that the other party was blind.

Wuzhu refused to answer, and said coldly: "Miss asked me to see it, but also to tell you, you can watch it directly." ”

Fan Xian smiled, tore open the envelope, and then began to read, and after reading a few lines, his face became a little unbearable. I thought that the box was a suicide note from a divine soldier, which was really a very uncreative thing, and I couldn't help but look down on my mother's methods, but I didn't expect to see this letter after I found out that the woman named Ye Qingmei really looked down on the world...... Tone.

The handwriting is not beautiful, much worse than Ruoruo's sister's handwriting, and even seems a little rough and sloppy, and the tone in the letter is also very strange. Moreover, the preface of the text does not match the afterword, and it is not thought that it was written at the same time.

"Cute little bamboo, kiss it...... My sister really likes you, and she wants to introduce you to your daughter-in-law many times, but you are always cold. Mother, I ...... Well, be gentle, I'm really angry, old lady. You go to that temple to fight, I don't think you can win the fight, and you have to run back like a dog, so write something to make fun of you. ”

When Fan Xian saw this, he couldn't help but glance at Wuzhu, thinking that such a handsome grandmaster-level master, where is the shadow of a dog?

"What about me? I gave someone some chūn medicine while you were gone, and I succeeded in borrowing it, but I don't know if I will have a baby daughter or a bastard son in the future. This box is the only thing I left in this world, Lao Mao said, he actually affected the little place on the side of běijīng in his life, remember, Lao Niang also said that Lao Niang came to this world, in fact, she just left such a box. ”

Seeing the two words borrowed and the four words of bastard son, Fan Xian almost fell off the stool, it turned out that his life experience was not only bizarre, but also quite romantic, but it was a pity that the letter did not make it clear who the object of borrowing was who was borrowed, which was a great question in Fan Xian's heart now.

The following are the original words of Fan Xian's mother, Ye Qingmei, who once left endless shock in this world:

"It's sad, isn't it? Probably no one else in the world can open this box except you, who taught me to teach you so gentle and kind Wubi that is useless in this world? Cute little bamboo and bamboo doll, the old lady really wants to sleep with you, you come back soon." ”

"I put the box back in the old place, you should know where it is, oh, if you open the box and see this letter, of course you know where it is, the old lady seems to have said nonsense again. ”

"I'm just curious now, will I have a daughter or a son? If it's a daughter, if it's a son, it's his father's turn to have a headache, and men are too ambitious, and the devil knows what to do. ”

"Okay, okay, I admit that I'm also ambitious, but I want to make this world a better place, such a little woman's good wishes, should it be described as ambitious?"

"Why do you feel like you're writing your last words? ”

"Well, who knows? Just take it as a last word, anyway, it's written smoothly, remember, don't use this broken gun, big knife to cut ants, it's not funny. After reading this letter, destroy this box, don't let those idle people in the world know that the old lady has a glorious life, they are not worthy. ”

"The old lady has come, seen, played, been the richest man, killed the prince, plucked the beard of the old emperor, and has taken advantage of the sunshine of this world, and is almost dominating the world. ”

"Alas...... Will I be able to go back to that world when I die of old age?"

"Mom, Dad, Mom, I miss you so much. ”

"Xiao Zhuzhu, in fact, you don't understand what I said, you don't know where I came from. I'm lonely, the world is full of people, but I'm still lonely. ”

"I was alone. ”

"The old lady is very lonely. ”

―――――――――――――――――――――――After reading the letter, Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then smiled and asked softly, "Mother is not from this world, do you remember?"

Wuzhu said a little sluggishly: "I seem to remember a little." ”

"Mother said that you went to fight with the people of the temple at that time, did that fight make you lose part of your memory? Fan Xian's hand slowly slid over the edge of the box.

"It should be. ”

"If you hadn't lost that part of your memory, you should have opened this box, and after opening it, would you sue me for this?"

"Probably not. ”

"Hmm. Fan Xian nodded, "I guess that's the case, maybe you will find a small mountain village that no one knows, and then accompany me to grow up slowly." A smile appeared on his face: "Maybe that kind of rìzi is not bad." ”

He then sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "It's a pity, you can't start from scratch." ”

"Why aren't you curious if I can open this box?" Fan Xian teased Wuzhu, wanting to see the shocked expression he showed after knowing that he was also a soul from another world.

"Why should I be curious?" Wuzhu was still very calm, but he suddenly felt that the young master and the young lady were both very wordy and boring human beings.

Fan Xian felt that he was an idiot, and instead asked, "Does her death have anything to do with the temple?"

"I don't know. ”

Fan Xian was silent for a while, and then continued to look at the box, there was a note pasted on the last layer of the box, he compared the height difference between the inside and outside, this layer should be very thin, took off the note and looked at it, but was stunned. I saw that the note read:

"Hey, if it's Wuzhu, after seeing that letter, you should immediately destroy this box, you still want to continue to read it, tell me honestly, who are you? How did you open this box?"

The old mother is really a person with a crystal heart, Fan Xian lost his mind for a while, and replied in a daze: "I am your son." Naturally, she couldn't hear the answer.

The note was short, not too many words were written on it, and it ended up being just a jǐng notice.

"I guess it's either my daughter or my son, and I'll see the following things when you get killed, remember!"

Looking at the very exaggerated exclamation mark, looking at the hollow circle under the exclamation mark, the mother's will, cautious jǐng notice, Fan Xian didn't dare to disobey, and honestly pasted the note back.

"I'm going out for a walk. Fan Xian said this to Wuzhu, then left the house, lowered his head, and walked into the continuous early autumn night rain. The box was with Wuzhu, and it couldn't be safer, so he didn't worry too much.

After Fan Xian's somewhat decadent figure disappeared into the rain, Wuzhu slowly walked out of the corner and sat down at the table a little woodenly. His fingers ran over the gun in the box and on the table, then landed on the letter, his fingers slicing back and forth over the envelope, not knowing what he was thinking.

A slight rustle sounded between the fingers and the letterhead, and the rustle sounded between the rain and the grass.

The room was pitch black, Wuzhu was alone, sitting next to a box, the black cloth on his face was soft, and a very gentle expression appeared on his face.

――――――――――――――――――――――― Fan Xian walked alone on the street on a rainy night, letting the rain wash his face and drench his body. A smile appeared on his face from time to time, and then turned into a faint sadness, and after a while, it was calm again, and he didn't know how many kinds of feelings there were, fermenting, intertwining, and colliding in his heart at this time.

Ye Qingmei, this glorious name, seems to have really entered his life and entered his mind until today. By this time he had understood many things, where his mother had come from and what he had done in this world.

Nǎinǎi of 澹州 said that before Jinshang's father ascended the throne, the two princes who were most likely to succeed to the throne of Qingguo should have been. And the two princes died in some ridiculous murders.

After reading the letter, Fan Xian naturally knew that the two princes, who were ready for assassination at any time, died under his mother's sniper rifle.

It is equivalent to saying that today's Qingguo royal family is completely dependent on its mother in order to have this world. Mother built the Qingyu Hall and established the Supervision Yuan, which provided the most fundamental foundation for the strength of the country.

It can even be said that without Ye Qingmei, there would be no Qingguo today.