The car was quiet but not awkward, and there was a dreamcatcher in front of it, which was pure white and swayed with the swing of the car.

Liang Xuanran's eyebrows were dyed with sleepiness, the car is a magical thing, now she has built the fifth layer of the foundation, yesterday's refining Shen Mocheng's Yuanyang, about to break through to the sixth layer of the foundation, will still feel sleepy when she gets in the car.

Her eyelids opened and closed, and she asked Shen Mocheng, "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

The corners of Shen Mocheng's thin lips were slightly hooked, but when he heard her ask, he stopped playing Tai Chi and said, "Just now, your family contacted me and said that your grandmother's sacrifice day is coming soon, so let you go back." ”

Shen Mocheng naturally knew about Liang Feiran's relationship with his family, but he didn't know how Liang Feiran and her grandmother felt, so he still told Liang Feiran about the phone call.

The car was quiet for a moment, and Liang turned his head sideways boredly and said, "I know." ”

The two did not speak again.

Liang Xuanran's eyebrows were neither salty nor light, and he didn't seem to care much about the news.

It's all superficial.

In her heart, she still cares about her grandmother. And all this is due to the emotions of the original owner.

The original owner has been suppressed since he was a child in the Liang family, and he is not welcomed, and he will not be punished for doing something wrong, and he will be punished for saying the wrong thing.

Her grandmother treated her like her own granddaughter, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, and when the original owner was nine years old, she died in a car accident.

Although she decided to cut off relations with the Liang family, she still liked the old man. This is true whether it is from the perspective of the original owner or from the perspective of Liang Xuanran.

After a long time, Shen Mocheng asked, "Aren't you curious, why did they call me?" ”

Liang Xiangwan was not interested, stroked his forehead with one hand, blocked a little sunlight, and said: "Liang Xiangwan likes you very much, he will definitely investigate you, and naturally he will find me." ”

"Are you so sure she's looking for me, not you?" Shen Mocheng tilted his head and glanced at Liang Xuanran.

Liang Feiran shrugged his shoulders and said, "After I left the Liang family, Liang Xiangwan felt that with my status, she could no longer threaten her, and it was impossible for her to check my interpersonal relationship with me. ”

Her tone was calm.

Shen Mocheng glanced at Liang Feiran more, his family has no warmth, at this point, he can resonate with Liang Feiran, but Liang Feiran seems to be more decisive than him.

For his family, he wasn't even a little moved, as if he was talking about an outsider.

"Are you going back?" Shen Mocheng asked.

Liang Feiran yawned leisurely, closed his eyelids slightly, and said softly: "Grandma is very good to me, I still have to go back." ”

However, on Grandma's memorial day, they never visited Gu or did any ceremony.

This made Liang Feiran have to doubt their purpose.

The airport arrived quickly.

For the plane, Liang Feiran is also a little uncomfortable to sitting, the same is flying in the sky, she still prefers to fly with Edgeworth, sitting in this iron cage, it feels very strange.

……

The customs and culture of foreign countries are different from those of Beijing.

The two got out of the car, attracting the attention of many people.

In their eyes, Liang Feiran's aura is strong, but Shen Mocheng is weaker, but Shen Mocheng is dressed in big-name casual clothes, and under closer inspection, he is fashionable and avant-garde, while Liang Feiran is wearing a little quaint, just a black windbreaker with a vertical neckline, covering his half-length and beautiful face.

Even if the two people who don't match each other in their clothes, in the eyes of those around them, they should still be a couple.

A blonde, blue-eyed, ten-year-old boy carrying a basket of flowers walked up to Shen Mocheng and communicated in fluent English: "Does my brother buy flowers?" For girlfriends! ”

Liang Feiran passed through the memory of the original owner and understood what she said, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and there was a trace of embarrassment on her face without the slightest emotion. In addition to the title of his girlfriend, what is even more embarrassing is the child's address to Shen Mocheng's brother.

Shen Mocheng's gaze fell on the boy's flower basket, and he dropped a foreign currency that had been exchanged: "Thank you." ”

It was just a small episode and it passed quickly.

Shen Mocheng and Liang Feiran checked in at the hotel.

The first thing I immediately contacted was the police station, and although the Ghostface organization is well-known internationally, it is still a cult in the eyes of many people.

At least on the surface, this is not the same as organizations like the domestic Fenglai Taoist Temple and Lingshan Temple, their accumulated reputation is only among the people, and many ideas are not very similar to politicians.

The officer was very talkative and took them to the gathering place where the Ghostface was located.

It's a small church, suburban, and on the outside, the vine-twisted European-style gate has a somewhat sacred feel.

There are pedestrians coming and going to worship.

Liang thanked the police, and then entered the church with Shen Mocheng.

The clothes worn by the nuns are also very sacred.

Liang Feiran remembered that some Westerners in her time seemed to have similar dresses, but they were more exaggerated.

"Hello." A nun with a slight wrinkle on her face, but there was alienation in it.

Shen Mocheng went straight to the point and said, "I'm here to find the leader of the ghost-faced people." ”

As soon as these words came out, the nun knew that the police officer had brought them here, and after a while, she struggled for a while, and after a while, she said, "Please allow me to report first." ”

The two sat down on a bench outside the church.

A few rays of sunlight pierced through the shade of the trees and fell on top of Liang Xuanran's head, removing every flattery from her face and adding a little brightness.

More so, or alienation.

Liang Feiran looked at the mountains in the distance and said, "This place is not the same as Beijing, and the pastoral scenery is also different. ”

Shen Mocheng sat a little far away from Liang Feiran, and said, "Come out and take a look, you can cultivate your temperament." ”

Liang Feiran's gaze still fell on the distance, and he said seriously: "I don't need to cultivate my temperament. ”

Shen Mocheng: "......"

Sometimes that's how the chat ends.

Shen Mocheng didn't know if Liang Feiran really didn't want to talk to him, or if he was telling the truth.

Soon, a missionary approached, dressed differently from the nuns and the other clergy, wearing a black cloak and a mask, more like the characters from Assassin's Creed.

This is not even the same style as the church.

The wind lifted his wide gray shiny robe, and he walked up to Liang Feiran and asked, "I heard that the two of you are here to find me." ”

Shen Mocheng stood up, a shadow fell behind his slender figure, and his voice was low and cold, as if mocking: "I have visited you twice before, and I have never seen you." I didn't expect Your Excellency to come out so easily this time. ”

The missionary turned his head sideways and noticed Shen Mocheng's existence, from the beginning, he didn't take Shen Mocheng seriously.

"What is the matter with you coming to me?"