Chapter 270

Liang Xiaoyan is very strange. Her husband called and asked her to go to a small tea room in the evening to meet a fourth Miss Yan.

Who is Miss Yan Si?

Liang Xiaoyan, who has a wide range of contacts in the upper class society in Beijing, has never heard of it. I can only guess that Miss Yan Si is not an ordinary person. Otherwise, her husband would not be so serious, and would not repeatedly ask her: after this meeting tonight, don't tell anyone!

Wen Yongyong always makes fun of my mother, saying that Wen Tianhao, who is respected by people, is like a mouse seeing a cat in front of my mother. He can be as good as he wants. He is definitely a typical representative of being afraid of his wife.

But he knows that I love my mother -- all good men who take care of their families are basically like a bear bag afraid of wives: it is not easy for women to marry men. Only those men who do not understand life and love will not take their wives seriously.

If Wen Tianhao is serious, Liang Xiaoyan will be obedient and dare not fart.

This is also a very smart woman who knows how to love her man.

Just like tonight, no matter how abnormal Wen Tianhao's phone is, Liang Xiaoyan immediately took her fifth brother to a small teahouse and met the fourth Miss Yan.

Liang Xiaoyan believed that even if there was a great need, her husband would not let her get into danger. Therefore, when the fifth brother wanted to enter the house to search for potential safety hazards, she refused and went in by herself.

After seeing Miss Yan herself, Liang Xiaoyan was even more confused: she was a Taoist in black linen.

A very handsome Taoist.

From the Taoist nun's indifferent eyes, Liang Xiaoyan's intuition about women can judge that the other party's age is not below her own, but her face is very young and looks like she is in her thirties.

Liang Xiaoyan can be sure that this Taoist is a peerless beauty, both in appearance and figure.

Now, when I was young, of course.

I just don't know. How could she be a Taoist?

"Mrs. Wen?"

After Liang Xiaoyan walked into the box, the Taoist did not get up.

"You'd better call me Liang Xiaoyan. I don't like people to call my wife when my old man is not present."

Liang Xiaoyan said freely and sat opposite the Taoist nun: "should I call you miss Yan four, or your Taoist name, such as nun extinction?"

The Taoist nun ignored Liang Xiaoyan's ridicule, picked up the red mud teapot, filled her with water, and said faintly, "just call me Yan Si. I'm not a miss, and I don't have a Taoist name."

"Your foreign accent is very strong, with the spirit of the market."

Liang Xiaoyan's ability to observe words and colors is really unusual. After thanking him, he took the tea cup and said, "what's the relationship between you and the Jinghua Yan family?"

"Jinghua Yan's family is Jinghua Yan's family. I'm me. It doesn't matter."

Yan si still said in a faint tone. His face was calm like the lake without wind, and he didn't care to talk a little rustic.

When the evening came, the Taoist was always lukewarm, which made Liang Xiaoyan very unhappy. She also pulled down her face and asked, "what's the relationship between you and my old man?"

"Don't worry, it's not his old lover. He can call you to me because he owed me when he was young. "

Yan Si was silent for a moment before he said so slowly.

"Hehe, you are very direct. Well, I won't ask. "

Liang Xiaoyan smiled and became interested in Yan Si: "come on, come to me tonight. What's the matter?"

Yan Si picked up the small tea cup, sipped it gently, and said, "I heard that your son is talking to a little girl named Xia Xiaoyun?"

Liang Xiaoyan slightly picked up the tip of her eyebrows and nodded: "good -- your news is very well informed. My family has just brought the girl home this noon, you will know. This is what Wen Tianhao told you? "

"No. As for how I know, leave it alone. "

Yan Si shook his head and said, "I invited you tonight to tell you something."

"Say."

"Let your son stay away from the little girl in the future. It's best not to associate with her forever."

"What?"

Liang Xiaoyan was stunned. She was angry. She suddenly gave the tea cup a meal on the table and said in a low voice, "Yan Si, who are you? Even who my son contacts!"

Yan Si looked at the tea sprinkled on the table, looked still calm and said, "I'm doing it for you -- that little girl can't be touched by anyone. From the day she was born, she was destined to be the daughter-in-law of only one child. "

"Doomed? Hehe, do monks always play tricks like this? "

Liang Xiaoyan sneered: "then tell me why my son can't communicate with Xiao Xia?"

"As for why we can't communicate, I can't say. Please believe me, I'm really good for you. "

Yan Si was silent for a moment again before slowly saying, "if I tell you that the little girl is an unlucky person, except for the child he was destined to be, any child who comes with her will encounter misfortune and even affect the whole family, do you believe it?"

"Don't believe it!"

Liang Xiaoyan said decisively, "Taoist priest, please open your eyes and look at the neon lights outside. What era is it? Do you still play your trick of making ghosts with me? To tell you the truth, as long as my family always likes him, let alone you, even if they are the Jinghua Yan Family with your last name, they can't stop them from coming together. "

"I can't tell you."

Yan Si shook his head slowly and hesitated before saying, "but I didn't lie to you. In order to keep the little girl safe forever, at least hundreds of people have died so far -- if you have to step in, more people will die. "

Finally, Liang Xiaoyan felt something from Yan Si's seriousness. The anger on her face calmed down slowly and picked up her mobile phone: "don't mind. Let me call my old man?"

Yan Si raised his hand and made a casual gesture.

As soon as she dialed her husband's phone, Liang Xiaoyan asked angrily, "Lao Wen, what kind of cat are you playing with me? I ran to see a Taoist in the middle of the night and listened to her say something inexplicable --"

"Listen to whatever she says."

Wen Tianhao, on the other side of the mobile phone, interrupted his wife's phone and said in a serious tone: "this is what his grandfather means forever. Well, I'm still in a meeting, that's all. "

Liang Xiaoyan can be coquettish and naughty to her husband, but she never dare to show half disrespect to the old man of the Wen family.

Therefore, when she heard her husband say that this was what the old man meant, she immediately realized that things were not simple.

After putting down her mobile phone, Liang Xiaoyan looked at Yan Si again and solemnly said, "Yan Si, I promise your request. But can you tell me more? "

"This is a disaster, every 50 years, since ancient times. Every time, someone dies. Especially before the disaster came, there were many hot-blooded men who should have lived a good life. They threw away their house business and tried to stop the disaster from coming to the world with their full blood. "

Yan Si was silent for the third time. After five minutes, he closed his eyes, put one palm on his chest, hung his head and whispered, "the little girl you like is the fuse before the disaster. There must be a special person to suppress the magic in her heart in order to have hope... Your son is obviously not that person. "

Liang Xiaoyan is a little silly.

She felt that this Taoist should be telling a very mysterious story.

But it happened that she didn't feel the slightest absurdity. She just felt her mouth dry. There was a voice in her heart calling: don't let her come back with the little girl forever!

Just as Liang Xiaoyan's mouth moved and was about to say something, she suddenly asked, "today is the spring equinox on February 20 of the lunar calendar?"

Liang Xiaoyan shook her head blankly, "I'm not sure, but today is March 20 of the Gregorian calendar. Oh, let me see the phone. "

What's the vernal equinox? Yes, she just opened her calendar today

Liang Xiaoyan raised her head and found that Yan Si had come to the box window. She was looking at the night sky in the northwest. She seemed to murmur, "fifty years later, the spring equinox, blood stained red, the Moon Halo... Mrs. Wen, come and see if the Moon Halo tonight is light red?"

A lunar halo is a halo or arc in which the seven color composite light is dispersed into an internal infrared purple halo or arc by the refraction of ice crystals when light passes through the high-altitude cirrus cloud, creating an aperture around the moon.

This is a very common astronomical knowledge. Liang Xiaoyan has seen it countless times before, but she has never felt the magic of the lunar halo, let alone paid attention to its color.

Liang Xiaoyan looked at the moon.

The moon on the 20th of the lunar calendar is not as round as the 15th. There is indeed a faint halo around it.

Liang Xiaoyan blinked and murmured, "is this, is this dyed with hot blood? Is -- whose blood? "

Hot blood and arrows rushed out of the old man's heart like a mountain.

Just last year, he once cut off the head of an earthworm with a knife like Jinghong.

Now, the big and outrageous saber was still firmly held in his hand.

However, he could no longer afford it. He could only stagger back and lean on the wet black rock wall. His eyes almost stared out of his eyes and stared at a white shadow.

On the ground in front of a man like a mountain (or he is more like a male gorilla), there are at least 30 bodies lying on the ground. In the distant darkness, there is the sound of wading away.

In addition, men's cries are full of unwilling and sadness, but more fear.

The mountain man, with his saber and his life, desperately stopped the white shadow in order to give a brother a chance to escape from the dark world.

He may have succeeded.

But even if it doesn't succeed, so what?

Because the strength of his whole body had gradually disappeared with the blood splashing out, and he was breathing hard.

The white shadow is a woman.

Absolutely young, beautiful and terrible woman!

She didn't wear any clothes, and her skin was like the highest lanolin jade in the world, warm -- but cold.

The man's vision has blurred.

He knew that this was the trend that life was about to disappear.

No matter how hard he tried to stare, he couldn't see the woman clearly, but he could see a coquettish and abnormal other shore flower under her left shoulder.

Flowers on the other side, open on the other side; Know each other but never see each other.

"Thank you for keeping me for so many years."

Bai Ying's pleasant and clear voice sounded in the dark: "in order to repay your kindness of companionship, you can give me a name and let me remember your kindness forever."

The man smiled, slowly sat down on the ground along the rock wall and murmured, "this, this is Mobei. You, you call Mobei, north."

"OK, my name is Mobei."

When Bai Ying nodded, the man's pupils had completely spread out.