Shen Qingqiu, who was sleeping, subconsciously wandered in the dream.

It is said to be a dream, but it is a real thing.

She was back in that long dark night in Philadelphia five years ago.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunsmoke, and the unfortunate man was lying on the ground struggling in pain.

But no matter how fast her hands were, she could never surpass the speed of death.

In this world, there is no one who works hard, but he can only watch a life disappear and make people feel devastated.

Just as she was questioning, a bullet came at her.

Before she could turn around, a figure suddenly appeared and threw her to the ground.

By inertia, the two broke through the glass in the basement and rolled to a dilapidated and dimly lit basement.

There was not a glimmer of light in it, and it was like an abyss of depravity.

There was a strange smell in the air, and the sound of the murmuring became particularly clear.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't see the situation inside, but he sensitively sensed that the danger was approaching little by little.

She couldn't control the tension all over her body, and her hands subconsciously rubbed on her body, but she found that the dagger she was carrying was lost at some point.

Sensing her nervousness, the man next to her whispered, "Don't be afraid. ”

His voice was low and deep, like a spring of ice, and there was a coldness in it.

"Chinese?" Hearing the familiar language, Shen Qingqiu's heart felt a little more steady.

The man replied lightly.

In that long dark night, the man was like a protector descending, silently guarding her and helping her hold up a piece of the world that belonged to her.

It wasn't until dawn broke and she slowly woke up that she saw the blood on her hands and realized that he was injured too.

But the man disappeared without a trace.

Nothing or clues were left behind.

She vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a faint smell of ebony agarwood on the man's body.

The cold woody aroma gradually became clear and real.

Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Fu Tingshen's face that was close at hand, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Sleep." Fu Tingshen stretched out his arm and gently hugged her into his arms.

Shen Qingqiu took advantage of the situation and got into his arms, sniffing the cold breath, inexplicably at ease.

But no matter how she closed her eyes, she couldn't sleep.

The two hugged each other, their heartbeats gradually aligned.

Fu Tingshen's thin lips were attached to her sideburns, and her warm lips kissed her sideburns as if they were leaving.

His breath sprayed across her face, sweeping the shredded hair around her sideburns.

"Itchy." Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but shrink back.

A light smile spread on her lips, but her eyes did not open, her eyes were always closed, and the palm on his chest slowly moved down and landed on his waist, moving slowly, as if she was reminiscing.

But her actions were tantamount to stirring up the fire for Fu Tingshen.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, reaching out to hold her wrist, "Seduce me?" ”

"Isn't it because you don't have enough concentration?" Shen Qingqiu asked rhetorically.

Fu Tingshen raised his eyebrows, and his skills to hit a rake have risen!

"Are you going to see grandma tonight?" Fu Tingshen held her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, "Okay." ”

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Under the afterglow of the sunset, the two walked hand in hand into the Qinyuan where Mrs. Fu was.

Seeing their arrival, the old lady hurriedly put down the things in her hand and beckoned to Shen Qingqiu, "Qingqing, come over and let grandma take a good look." ”

"Grandma." Shen Qingqiu stepped forward obediently.

The old lady smiled from ear to ear, took Shen Qingqiu's hand, looked her up and down, and finally fell on her stomach.

Sensing the old lady's burning gaze, Shen Qingqiu was a little embarrassed and at a loss.

At this time, Fu Tingshen stepped forward, stretched out his arm and landed the person in his arms, "We finally came here, don't let us go in and sit?" ”

"You also know that you won't be able to make a trip." Old Lady Fu glared at him angrily, and then looked at Shen Qingqiu with a smile, "Let's go, Qingqing, go in with grandma and taste the new tea I just sent here." ”

"Okay." Shen Qingqiu let the old lady take his hand and walked in.

Fu Tingshen smiled helplessly, and after the two walked away, the smile on his face disappeared a little, he looked at Aunt Pei with partial eyes, and asked casually: "No one has come to disturb the old lady's purity during this time?" ”

Although he didn't say it explicitly, it was not difficult for Aunt Pei to guess who it was.

"I came here a few days ago to make a fuss." Aunt Pei said: "The old lady's temper young master, you are clear, she has always helped her relatives, not to mention that she really loves Miss Shen, the eldest lady feels that the old lady is partial, and in the end the two broke up unhappily." ”

Speaking of this, Aunt Pei couldn't help but sigh faintly, "The old lady said that she didn't care, but in the end, it was her own flesh and blood." ”

Since Fu Huairou left without making a fuss, the old lady has been sleeping unsteadily during this time, but she told her not to talk everywhere.

Fu Tingshen frowned slightly, and a terrifying low pressure emanated from his body.

"Pass my order, and whoever dares to let Fu Huairou in the future will get out!" His deep voice had a terrifying deterrent effect.

When the servants around heard this, their hearts were slightly cold, and they trembled and said, "Yes! ”

In the living room, Mrs. Fu frowned slightly when she heard this.

"This is ......" Shen Qingqiu looked at a white note in the tea caddy and carefully took it out.

The old lady came back to her senses suddenly, and when she saw the white note that Shen Qingqiu had taken out, she seemed to suddenly remember something, stood up, and snatched it away.

Unfold the note and quickly glance at ten lines.

It reads, "The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathered and scattered, and the jackdaws are frightened." When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night! ”

Especially when she saw the last sentence, the old lady tore the note into pieces and scolded angrily: "I'm sorry! This faceless and skinless old man is not ashamed! ”

I still know when I see each other!

In this way, did he block the way to Haicheng, or did he have his leg broken?

It's been so long, and if you don't come to yourself, you know how to write such a sour poem?!

That's his sincerity?!

The old lady only felt that there was nowhere to vent a wave of anger in her chest, and when she caught a glimpse of the barrel of tea, she walked forward quickly, and threw the thing on the ground in anger.

With the sound of porcelain breaking, Fu Tingshen and Aunt Pei outside the door rushed in together.

"Old lady." Aunt Pei hurriedly walked in, saw the broken tea cans on the ground, and the torn paper, and vaguely guessed a few points in her heart.

She gave the servant a glance and motioned to clean up the floor.

Aunt Pei helped the old lady to sit back on the Taishi chair, sighed lightly, and said with some regret: "This is your favorite bird's tongue, it's a pity that it was broken like this." ”

The old lady snorted angrily, "I love to drink, but I don't have to drink it!" ”