Sure enough, it didn't take long for a looming figure to appear, Song Ze saw Zhuo La for the first time, and couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, stunned, according to the plan, Song Ze should now let the staff release the 3D projection of Yan Lou's room, but Feng Qianyue waited for a while and didn't hear Song Ze's voice, and when she turned her head, she found that Song Ze was stunned, so she pushed him helplessly, and Song Ze came back to her senses.

"I'm sorry." , Song Ze held down the Bluetooth headset and said to the staff, "Put the projection." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the projector starting sounded, and a tall man appeared opposite Zola, and at the moment when the man appeared, Zola's singing stopped abruptly.

If you look closely, you will find that Zora's eyes are already red at this time, and then, a tear falls from the corner of her eye, and Zora stretches out his hand and slowly walks in the direction of the man.

Everyone held their breath, and if Zora walked over and knew that this person was a fake at the first touch, then all the work had been lost.

I saw Zora walk to a fist away from the man, stopped, and his hand in mid-air also drooped, and tears fell like rain.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the lonely years of Zora may not be worth mentioning in the long river of history, but for Zola, the pain and loneliness she has experienced are real, and she can't express the grievances in her heart with a few words, so she can only turn into tears and pour out in front of her lover.

I don't know how long it took, Zora stopped crying, the quiet singing sounded again, Zora looked at the "person" in front of him, and once again sang the song that was praised a hundred years ago, but unfortunately this time there will be no more praise, the vicissitudes of life, everything is different.

At the end of the song, Zora's figure gradually disappeared, and the originally dark museum suddenly became bright.

Song Ze was in a trance, "This is ......"

Feng Qianyue replied, "It's over. ”

Feng Qianyue turned to leave, Wu Zi'an also looked relaxed and stretched, "After tossing for so many days, I can finally go back and get a good night's sleep." ”

Song Ze looked back at the "man" who was still in place, as if a lot had happened, and as if nothing had happened, it was over.

This night, Zhao Qingyu slept very unsteadily, and her mind suddenly flooded with a lot of memories that were both strange and familiar, those were her, she used to be.

Early the next morning, Zhao Qingyu received a call from Wu Zi'an, and the two made an appointment to meet on the rooftop.

When Zhao Qingyu arrived, Wu Zi'an had been waiting for a long time.

"You're here?" Wu Zi'an turned around and saw Zhao Qingyu looking tired, "Didn't sleep well last night?" ”

Zhao Qingyu shook his head and nodded again, "It's not good, I said I didn't sleep well, but something fell to the ground in my heart, I said I slept well, and I had a lot of dreams." He laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." ”

The wind ruffled her hair, and she looked into the distance, with more complex emotions in her eyes that others couldn't understand.

Wu Zi'an kindly reminded, "The past is all floating clouds, live the present!" ”

Zhao Qingyu smiled and nodded, "Mr. Wu, thank you." ”

Wu Zi'an waved his hand, "Just take what you need", as he spoke, a pale cyan porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, he opened the porcelain bottle, took a drop of Zhao Qingyu's blood between his eyebrows with his hand, and put it in the porcelain bottle.

"My mission is complete, see you soon!" Wu Zi'an turned around and suddenly heard Zhao Qingyu say.

"Actually, I know it wasn't him yesterday." Zhao Qingyu suddenly burst into tears, "I know it's not him, he has never allowed me to be so close to him, I have never been able to look at him and his wife from afar, knowing that he doesn't belong to me, and I have been waiting for hundreds of years, am I stupid?" ”

As if anxious to find an exit, Wu Zi'an understood that she couldn't tell others these words, although Wu Zi'an and her only had a few faces, but she was indeed the only one who could listen to her words.

"That was in the past, and now you're different." Wu Zi'an persuaded.

Zhao Qingyu wiped her tears, "Yes, it's different." ”

Wu Zi'an didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.

Zhao Qingyu looked into the distance, she was standing on the rooftop, she could see far away, she suddenly thought of her previous lives.

Because he is missing, he is not as sound as a normal person in every life, either he lacks the root of love or loses his wisdom. has been living with herself in previous lives, and the dreams she had a few days ago are all true, and they are all things she has experienced.

Pain, no one knows this pain better than her, is it hate?

No, it's just regret, because of the momentary sinking that led to the misery of every subsequent life.

After Feng Qianyue and Song Ze returned to the hotel, they packed their luggage, and after greeting Curator Fang, they took the nearest flight back to the imperial capital.

As soon as she got off the plane, Feng Qianyue's phone rang, and the four big words "Mother" were written on the phone screen.

Feng Qianyue took a deep breath and connected the phone.

"Hey, Mom"

"You also know to call me, you are really hard-winged, you dare to go anywhere, you forgot what your father and I usually say to you?"

Feng Qianyue looked at Song Ze on the side with a knife in the eye, Song Ze scratched his head and turned his face away from her.

"Yes, Qianyue, you didn't do this safely enough, and I don't blame your mother for being in a hurry." At this time, the phone changed to Feng Qianyue's father, Feng Chang'an, Feng Qianyue didn't talk, her father always spoke to her mother, anyway, she was wrong every time.

"You go back to Qingjiang Town in a few days, and your father and I have something to say to you."

Feng Qianyue was surprised, she had only been out for less than a month, did she have to go back and say something? Could it be because I went to Shenbei without permission this time, but this matter is not so serious.

"Mom, what can't you say on the phone?" Feng Qianyue wondered.

"There are some things that I can't say on the phone, anyway, you come back as soon as possible." Feng Qianyue listened to her mother's voice very seriously, not like a joke, so she responded.

On the other side, Wu Zi'an took the porcelain bottle with blood between the eyebrows and returned to the Mo family's house in Ji'an.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw the puppets of the organs in the courtyard, some large and some small, and very precise.

He walked into the innermost room, and there was a middle-aged man sitting in it, who was his uncle Mo Wentian.

"Uncle Shi!" Wu Zi'an walked in and made a gesture.

"Come back, Zi'an, this trip is really hard for you." Mo Wentian stood up and patted Wu Zi'an on the shoulder.

Wu Zi'an hurriedly took out the porcelain bottle from his bag and handed it to Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian took the porcelain vase and said to Wu Zi'an with satisfaction, "Okay!" With this, it's one step closer to our Mo family getting back the Vermilion Bird! ”

Wu Zi'an nodded, and Mo Wentian asked again, "Nothing else happened on this trip, right?" ”

Wu Zi'an was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "It's okay, everything is going well." ”

Mo Wentian glanced at Wu Zi'an and waved his hand, Wu Zi'an hurriedly got up and retreated.

Mo Wentian looked at Wu Zi'an's back and thought thoughtfully.