Chapter 273

The sun is bright and warm on people, as if summer came early.

But Xia Xiaoyun felt cold and stood in her parents' bedroom.

The body of the young man who died on Simmons had long been carried away. The police who carefully investigated the murder scene countless times also retreated. Only Wen and sister-in-law Wang were with her in Nuo Da's Xia family villa.

The incomparable silence can make her hear her heartbeat.

Also, the cry of fear from the depths of the soul stared at the other shore flower on the wall for a long time.

Wen can't stand this repression forever. After lighting a cigarette, he asks, "what's this flower?"

"The other shore flower."

After Xia Xiaoyun was silent for a long time, she slowly took back her eyes looking at the wall.

"The other shore flower?"

Wen always knows what the other shore flower is, but he has never seen it.

The other shore flower, which blooms on both sides of huangquan road and has been blessed by 100000 gods and demons, is the most beautiful flower in heaven, earth and earth - people only have one chance to see it in their life.

"Yes, this is the other shore flower."

Xia Xiaoyun turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Wen Yongyong was about to ask her how she knew the flower, when she suddenly remembered that when she attended Yan's casual party that night, she wore a black evening dress, as if half of such a flower appeared.

The equinox flower is as like as two peas.

No wonder she knows what this flower is!

Looking at Xia Xiaoyun again, Wen will always have inexplicable tension and fear.

As if this enchanting girl would turn into a ferocious ghost and tear him to pieces in the next moment.

Ding Ding - Wen Yongyong's mobile phone rings again.

From the early morning until now, his cell phone has rang many times. It's his mother.

Except after the first answer, the next text will never answer again.

Because he didn't understand why his mother was so strict that she asked him to return to Beijing quickly?

He can't go.

He felt that it was the time when little Xia brothers needed his help most. How could he leave her?

But now, Wen's belief that she will always be with her has wavered.

As if he knew what he was thinking, he turned his back to his Xia Xiaoyun and whispered, "forever, tell your aunt that you'll be back soon -- sister-in-law Wang, come with me."

Without waiting for Wen to say anything forever, Xia Xiaoyun hurried down the stairs.

Sister Wang quickly followed.

When she came to the villa yard and looked up at the bright sun, Xia Xiaoyun breathed heavily, took out the checkbook from her small bag and filled in a few strokes.

When I turned around and looked at sister-in-law Wang, I had a soft smile on my face: "sister-in-law Wang, this is 300000. I don't have much money. Thank you for taking care of us for so many years. Take it and go home and do some small business."

"Miss, I --"

When sister-in-law Wang was about to refuse, Xia Xiaoyun gave her the check: "sister-in-law Wang, needless to say, I know. I don't want you to leave me. Come back when I settle down. "

Sister-in-law Wang knows that Xia Xiaoyun has decided.

Moreover, she really didn't dare to stay in this dangerous house (that is, the dangerous house. Last night, she heard the voices of men howling and women laughing, which were intertwined like ghosts. Isn't the house with ghosts a dangerous house?), so she had to simply clean up and leave after a thousand thanks.

After seeing off sister-in-law Wang, Wen always went behind Xia Xiaoyun and whispered, "Xiaoyun."

Xia Xiaoyun turned around and looked at his little face with a gentle smile: "never say anything, I understand. Go back and don't worry your aunt. Oh, I'm fine. "

"Xiao Yun, come with me."

Wen always hesitated for a while. Suddenly, he took Xia Xiaoyun's sleeve and walked quickly to the West utility room: "it's not that my mother doesn't like you, but that there is a big man who came to her last night and said something to her."

While making dumplings last night, Liang Xiaoyan went out.

Of course Xia Xiaoyun knows about it.

But unexpectedly, Liang Xiaoyan suddenly went out, which had something to do with her.

Wen's voice was always low: "my mother told me that since the day you were born, you were destined to be only suitable for a man. Except that person, any man who comes into contact with you will bring disaster... Xiaoyun, don't laugh, I'm very serious. Moreover, my mother said, "that's what my grandfather means!"

When Wen Yongyong just said it, Xia Xiaoyun really wanted to laugh: what, I'm destined to be a man? What's your old man doing, telling stories?

But when Wen Yong carried out his old man, Xia Xiaoyun couldn't laugh: she could ignore Wen Yong, Liang Xiaoyan, and even Wen Tianhao, but she couldn't ignore the old man.

For many people in the world, the man of letters is a legendary existence. An old man with high prestige like him has no reason to deceive a little girl with such a ridiculous topic.

"Then, who is the only man I'm destined to be?"

When Xia Xiaoyun said this sentence, there was a real illusion that she was not talking.

"My mother didn't say, I guess she doesn't have the right to know?"

Wen always shook his head and answered truthfully.

After a long silence, Xia Xiaoyun nodded: "well, I know. Forever, thank you. You go. I'll be fine. "

Wen never really wants to leave Xia Xiaoyun at this time.

But thinking of his mother's harsh tone on the phone, he could only sigh gently and open his hands.

Xia Xiaoyun hugged him gently and patted him on the back.

"If you are really desperate, go to me. Even if I die, I will protect you. "

Wen always said this aloud, released her and ran out of the villa door.

He kicked the tire hard before jumping into the car.

Why didn't he hate himself as childish as before -- if he was still like that, he wouldn't leave his brother and go back to his hometown with his tail like a timid dog!

He dared not look back and see the lonely shadow.

Wen Yongyong's car has been gone for a long time. Xia Xiaoyun still can't see the scenery in front of her.

When a lonely girl cries, she needs someone to accompany her most.

But who will accompany her?

Wen is gone forever, and sister-in-law Wang is gone. Who else can accompany her except this strange and bloody house!

Square?

They're on their honeymoon.

Xia Xiaoyun knew that even if she was bitten to death by Chen Wanyue, she spilled blood on the wall and painted it into a big other shore flower. She didn't want to see Fang Yuan.

Brother and sister, so what?

Hehe, as long as you are not a couple, you have to be responsible for your family after you have your own small family.

Just, who is the man who will become my man?

Where?

Whether you are a rich and handsome man or a poor beggar, would you please show up now?

Now, I'm really lonely and afraid -- Xia Xiaoyun saw a figure and walked slowly to her in tears.

Is he here?

Xia Xiaoyun quickly wiped her eyes and saw the person in front of her: black skin, snow-white teeth, strong body, and the scars torn by wild wolves on the back of her hands. Just like a man, she exudes awe inspiring indifference.

In the eyes of Xia Xiaoyun, there is incomparable tenderness.

"Lao, Lao --"

Xia Xiaoyun wanted to shout the name of the black girl, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't say it. She had to jump into her arms, lie on her shoulder and cry.

Laura, who was trusted by Xia Xiaoyun, returned to her again after a few months.

Laura's return this time is not entrusted by ningyao group - she has resigned from a full-time bodyguard company in Britain and specially came to China to find Xia Xiaoyun's.

Because she found that she had fallen in love with the country.

Also, I like some people.

Laura didn't speak or even hug Xia Xiaoyun.

She stood like a javelin, motionless, more like a mountain.

The wind won't blow down.

The spring breeze blows on the face like a lover's hand, which makes the surrounding area very comfortable.

In the distance, you can see the great wall winding up and down, and stand proud.

Now is a good season for outing.

Just after the spring equinox, there are kites flying in the sky before March 3.

Far away, the silver bell like laughter of the young girl came faintly, which made him feel very comfortable. He lay flat in the grass and hummed the song Katyusha.

Gululu -- just around his stomach, reminded him that before lunch at two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a smell of rice coming from above.

It is the smell of white rice. Pure rice is not greasy at all.

At most, there is a plate of hot water scalded rape, green and watered with some sesame oil.

Fangyuan's sense of smell is very sensitive. You can distinguish it at once.

At this time, it is undoubtedly the best to have a bowl of rice and a few rape trees.

He walked up the catwalk and turned over a locust forest before he found that there was another Taoist temple here.

The Taoist temple is small and broken. The paint on the gate is mottled and can't see the original.

If the mountain is not high, the immortal is the spirit. If the view is not big, just have rice -- Fang Yuan was very proud to think of these words and raised his hand to knock on the door panel.

Apart from the woman's bedroom, it seems that only monks can knock on the door before Mr. Fang enters.

No one answered, just like no one in the Taoist temple.

It seems that the master of the Taoist temple seems to know that someone knocks on the door to beg for food.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have calculated that Mr. Fang doesn't intend to be a freeloader.

In other people's pockets, there are thousands of cash sponsored by sister Shui Shui. As long as the rice tastes refined enough, Mr. Fang doesn't mind putting down all the money -- in other words, it's also a good thing to donate some incense money to this little Taoist temple, isn't it?

The kind-hearted Mr. Fang pushed open the wooden door.

In the small courtyard, there is a clay stove rammed with earth. On it is a black iron pot. The aroma of rice comes out along the edge of the pot.

There is also a small square table with simple workmanship next to it, on which there is a plate of sesame oil rape.

Another Taoist, dressed in black linen and with his back to the square, was cleaning up the firewood under the stove.

"Please ask the chief, may I come in?"

When Fang Yuan asked this question politely, he suddenly felt that his back looked familiar.

But he was sure that he had no friends as a Taoist.

The Taoist did not speak, but slowly stood up and walked to the only green brick house of the Taoist temple.

When the Taoist walks, her waist swings slightly. Even if her Taoist robe is wide, she can't hide her slim body.

This is a Taoist.

"Sorry, I -- you, can you stop?"

Fang Yuan was about to apologize for his misinterpretation of the Taoist gender, but his voice suddenly trembled.

The last word was almost shouted out.

Fang Yuan thought: one day, he was really confused by this drunken world.

But some things will never be forgotten.

Mother's back is one of them.