Chapter 140

Qin Zhong hesitated for a long time, or went forward and asked carefully: "six little, go back?"

He didn't say a word. He stared at the ice cream box in his hand. After cooling, the water vapor condensed into water drops and flowed into the palm of his hand.

Qin Zhong immediately handed a clean handkerchief.

He took it for a long time, wiped his hands, took out a leaflet from his pocket, and said, "I want this woman to tutor me."

Tutoring?

Didn't you get all the business doctorates?

In the fog of the cloud in the middle of Qin Dynasty, I vaguely remember what chemistry tutor was written on the flyer sent by the mother and daughter.

"The price depends on them. I have only one condition." He looked up, the moonlight, soft outline, "to her home."

Under the moon, the wind blows on the leaves, rustling and rustling, accompanied by the cicadas in summer, and in the mottled shadows of camphor trees, there are shadows of teenagers growing obliquely.

Upstairs, the girl is laughing.

At that time, he and she just met, did not know each other, until that evening, the last light of the sky swept the branches of camphor tree, he appeared in front of her.

Beautiful teenagers and girls with smiling eyes.

The girl stood by the wall of the old building and looked at the youth under the tree. The shadow of the tree was dancing in her eyes. She smiled and asked him, "are you Shijin?"

The young man walked out of the shade, in the backlight, with beautiful eyes, nodded.

The girl approached, tall and thin, but only to his shoulder height, look at him slightly raised his head, eyes light.

"My name is Jiang Jiusheng," she said

He knows, he knows all her information.

She added, "I'm here to pick you up."

Young hook hook lip: "lead the way."

"Good."

Girls walk in front, teenagers follow, through the wind, through the sunset, through the deep lane, they follow a dog, cicadas sing in the tree.

The girl in memory overlaps with her in front of her eyes. Her eyes are a little pink. When she smiles, she looks like peach blossom in water color.

"Sheng Sheng." Shijin approached carefully and wanted to reach for her hand.

Jiang Jiusheng backed away and said firmly, "answer me."

When Jin did not see her so fierce appearance, a little flustered, avoid her eyes: "well, we know." After a long time of hesitation, he finally raised his head and looked into Jiang Jiusheng's eyes, "your mother is my tutor."

If she Zheng if heavy for a long time, suddenly realize: "originally those are not dreams."

Hypnosis that day, in addition to seeing the murderer, there was also a strange and familiar scene, like an old movie, floating like a flash of light, without heavy color, but engraved on my heart.

In my memory, a small room has a desk by the window, one side has sat her, the other side has sat him, they are young.

Cicadas are singing in summer. It's very hot. There's no air conditioner in the room. With the window open, I can hear children's laughter downstairs.

On the desk, the girl buried her head and thought for a long time. She looked up with bitter face: "Shi Jin."

"Well?" The boy turned to look at him, a very delicate face.

She pushed the book over and said with some embarrassment, "this question won't work."

He stopped writing, took her book, wrote three solutions and returned them to her.

She smiled and said thank you. She continued to study hard with her book. A few minutes later

She looked up with a bitter face: "Shijin, I can't understand."

The young man's mouth is light, and the dark ink in his eyes reflects the hot sun outside the window, warming the color. He puts down his book: "come here."

The girl moved her chair over.

When he was young, he was very serious. His long eyelashes were hanging, his voice was low, and he was very happy in the sound of cicadas.

After a while, he wrote a full page of steps, full of power and neat handwriting.

"Do you understand?"

The girl quickly nodded and looked at him with her chin on her back. "You are so smart, why do you have to cram?"

The young man looked away: "partial branch."

"Which subject do you prefer?"

He paused for a moment: "Chinese."

She seemed puzzled and stared at him, "but my mother is a chemistry teacher."

"Is it?" The youth is indifferent and self-confident, and the beautiful pupils have no waves and LAN, "maybe Qin Zhong didn't see clearly when he was looking for a tutor."

Qin Zhong at the door: "..."

Picture freeze frame, look carefully, the girl is laughing, the young ears are slightly red, beautiful fingers unconsciously close.

In the next scene, it's still that room. At dusk of midsummer night, the camphor tree downstairs is dyed with golden yellow, which slightly leaks into a ray of light. It's brushed in a corner of the desk, and the shadow of the tree is mottled back and forth.

"Shijin."

"Well?" The boy looked up, still holding the cup in his hand.

With a pen in her hand, the girl knocked on his cup and said, "the cup in your hand is mine."

Young Zheng for a while: "sorry."

He had a very light blush on his cheek. He looked out of the window quietly, looked down, drank up the water in the cup, got up, poured out a cup, and then put the cup in front of the girl."Mr. Qin, who sent you here, said," you have a habit of cleanliness. " She deliberately teased, lazy peach blossom eyes with a hint of cunning.

"Well." "I like your cup," he said

Their cups are very similar. They are prizes from girl's rings. His cup body is painted with a fish, and hers is a fishing girl.

She narrowed her eyes and thought for a while, pushing her cup to the teenager's side: "let's change it."

He gave her his cup.

Then

"Shijin,"

"mmm."

With a smile in her eyes, the girl said, "you've got the wrong cup again."

The young man nodded and naturally returned the half cup he had drunk to her.

She held her cheek, I don't know what she thought. Her cheek was a little red. She looked out of the window at the towering tree. Her eyes were full of color.

Ear, the voice of youth is pure and moist.

"Sheng Sheng, read a book."

"Oh."

The girl hurriedly bowed her head for a long time. The page was still on that page. A yellow leaf came from the wind outside the window, and the tip of her pen was restless.

Summer seems to be very long, there are endless homework, endless cicadas. Her hair grew a little longer, lying on the desk, wind blowing hair tip, passing his hand, slightly itching.

He stopped writing and turned his head. "Sheng Sheng, don't be dazed."

The girl sat upright and looked very serious, saying, "Shijin, your hands are really nice."

Young helpless: "you still have three papers not to write."

She doesn't care: "give me your hand, I'll make a bookmark."

The boy put down his pen and was very patient: "write the paper first."

She shook her head, not at all obedient.

He couldn't handle her, so he held out his hand, and she filled it with ink.

Later, the girl made a bookmark and gave it to the teenager, but never saw him use it, he said, afraid of breaking it.

The girl smiled and said, "I'll do it for you when it's broken.".

The boy smiled and nodded.

At that time, they were still young, thinking that the promise was a vow of eternal love. They thought that if they had made an agreement, they would not be old. They did not know how the vicissitudes of life would change.

Later, in the autumn, the camphor tree lost its yellow leaves. The youth would still go to the girl's home for tutoring. They would arrive early, and then stand in front of the window and wait, watching the shadow shuttling under the tree.

The dog in the deep lane is barking. It's her coming back.

He opened the door and went to the corridor to pick her up. He saw the girl coming from afar.

He went over and took her bag. "Why come back so late?"

"The teacher dragged the class." When she got in, she took off her coat and threw it on the shoe cabinet

He frowned to pick up her clothes, folded them and put them on the cabinet: "I'm going to buy vegetables."

The autumn dusk is very warm, the sky is very dark soon, the youth turns on the light, the apricot yellow light fills a room, the very small room, but cleans up very cleanly.

"Shijin," the girl poked out her face from the bathroom. Her face was full of bubbles, and her eyes were particularly black and bright. "Help me get the leather band in my bag."

He went to get the leather band and tied her a loose ponytail.

In the middle of the wash, she was loose or wet.

"What is this?" The boy waited at the door with a pink envelope in his hand.

The girl was stupefied for a moment, and responded: "love letter."

"Who gave it?" he said with a stout face

"I don't know. Someone else put it in my bag. Show me the signature." She wants to see it.

The young man raised his hand and refused to give it.

At that time, he was already very tall. She stood on tiptoe and could not reach his hand over his head. He tore the letter and threw it out of the window.

It's rare for a girl to see a teenager as serious.

"Sheng Sheng, you are too young to fall in love early."

Her hair was wet, her white uniform was thin, and her shoulders were dripping with water, which printed the outline inside.

The boy blushed.

Oh, she's not young. The girl has grown up. She's graceful and beautiful.

That night, the girl's mother came back very late, and the young man stayed. At midnight, he stayed at the window, and there was a very dark light in the room.

In early autumn, it was still hot, but she wrapped herself in a ball and rolled on the bed in a sweat.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

In my ear, the boy was crying eagerly.

The girl vaguely opened her eyes, turned against the light and saw a beautiful face with clear outline.

"What's the matter?"

She hugged her stomach, and said, "stomachache."

The young man pressed his lips tightly and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of his hand: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need to go to the hospital."

He coaxed her: "listen."The girl blushed, shook her head, muttered in a low voice, and then buried her face in the pillow.

At that time, I was young and only knew the hot autumn night. The dog downstairs barked all night, disturbing people. The young boy's face was red and his ears were red for a long time. His hands were sweaty and he clubbed for a long time.

"What about that?" he asked

"Just lie down for a while," she said

She was lying on her stomach and then in a trance. I don't know how long later, she heard him call her name.

"Sheng Sheng, drink this."

She drank it in ecstasy, only remembering how sweet it was.

It was his first time cooking, and she burned a bubble on her finger belly. She heard Qin Zhong say that he was the son of heaven and had never done anything like that.

At that time, the young girl thought that she could never ask for another's love letter. When she grew up, she wrote him the longest and longest love letter.

It was a long summer that year. In autumn, camphor tree withered a lot of leaves. In the old community, dogs were barking and it rained. Boys and girls walked into the deep lane and never came back.

Memories freeze, Jiang Jiusheng looks up, tears wet his eyes and eyelashes, and his voice trembles.

"And then?"

Her memory is intermittent, only here, a frame of pictures, they are young, there are trees downstairs, no one else, all are his and her fragments.

"And then?" She looked into Shijin's eyes, "what happened to us later?"

When Jin Hang Mou, cover the light of the eye base: "after your mother died, I took you back to the Qin family."

Yes, and her mother in my memory.

But why can't I remember my face, why only my voice, how can I remember her, and how can I see her.

"Why did you die?" She asked Shijin.

"Unexpected."

Accident? Too brief and comprehensive, hidden all the details, she thought, when Jin must not want her to know, then, it must be surging.

Since once engraved on one's heart, why can forget completely again?

She looked at him in silence for a long time. She had thousands of words to question him. When they reached her mouth, she only asked, "does the Qin family have an attic with no windows? It's dark and dark in the daytime or at night?"

When Jin eyes are all flustered color, lips corner purses white, passed for a long time: "yes."

Sure enough, the previously unfounded dreams did not run through the sky, more or less reflecting her past. She pushed down the confused thoughts in her brain, tried to recall, and tried to piece together the fuzzy and incomplete fragments, but she couldn't remember anything, like the tension string suddenly broke, and all the images began to split.

She had a splitting headache and a shaky body.

"Sheng Sheng."

He was in a mess. He raised his hand and tried to pull her. He didn't dare to stand in the same place.

Jiang Jiusheng held the wall, his eyes full of hesitation and fear: "Shijin, how many things have you concealed from me?"

This kind of uncertainty about unknown variables makes her feel terrible. She's afraid of it. It's like she's suddenly in a boat, surrounded by rough waves. She can't hold anything.

The eyes of Shijin were full of crimson, floating shadows, various emotions, panic, indecision, and desperate determination and evil.

If she said, if she did not want him, it would be over, and he would do all the crazy things.

Bell

The bell rang suddenly, breaking the chilling silence in the room.

Jiang Jiusheng answers the phone. It's Cheng Hui.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Well."

Cheng Hui on the other side of the phone said a few simple words in less than a minute, but Jiang Jiusheng's face suddenly changed: "I know, wait for my news."

She only said this sentence, then hung up the phone, looked up, there is a sense of disregard in her eyes: "Shi Jin, take me to the Qin family."

Listen to the Qin family, when Jin would not like to: "Sheng Sheng, don't go there."

Jiang Jiusheng insisted: "my adoptive parents were taken to the Qin family."

When she and Shi Jin were in public, they expected that the Qin family would not give up. There is no doubt that this time they came for her.

When Jin Mou color is tiny heavy, press down mood strongly: "I go to bring them back, you stay at home, don't go?" The voice is taut, like a string without tension, as if it were broken at a touch.

He was afraid of her.

I'm afraid that she will be hurt, sick, hurt, remembered, sad, or not come back, or not want him

He felt like a madman and wished he had tied her up at home.

Jiang Jiusheng looked directly into his eyes, which were determined to do anything: "take me to the Qin family."

He can't beat her.

After all these years, no one can truly disobey her, no matter how crazy or cruel he is.

He compromised: "OK."

Qin family in Central South China.The Qin family is built on the mountain. It's all in the area of Qin's house. There is only one way around the mountain. Hidden behind the green onion are four ancient buildings with red walls and white tiles. In front of the main house, two pieces of jade stand up. The jade face is carved with green dragon, which is lifelike.

Around the building, one person in ten steps, are all bodyguards in black clothes and black pants, expressionless. The Qin family, which dominates the three provinces in central and South China, is full of natural style.

In the study, the plaque was hung high, and four words were written: ziqidonglai.

On the main seat, Qin Xingduan sits. On both sides of the seat are the descendants of the Qin family. Qin Mingli lives on the left, Qin Xiaoyi lives on the right, and then there are several young masters from Qin Xiaozhou and the outer room. In the middle of the open space, there are rich carpets. A man and a woman kneel on the ground, bow down and tremble.

Qin Xing, holding the teacup of celadon, slowly plucked the tea noodles, without looking up: "your husband and wife are brave enough to cheat me."

It was Ms. Jiang and her husband, Cheng Yanlin, who knelt on the ground. Both of them were scared to death. Their faces were pale, and their foreheads were sweating. Ms. Jiang hesitated and said back, trembling, "six or six orders, we husband and wife dare not to listen." Head down, Ms. Jiang begged, "Lord Qin, forgive me, Lord Qin, forgive me."

Qin Xing closes the tea cover, looks up, a pair of hawk eyes momentum is pressing: "whether there is the door of the Qin family, it depends on what you say."

Ms. Jiang used to be a servant of the Qin family. She was arranged by Shijin to cook in the attic. She was the only servant of the Qin family who met Jiang Jiusheng eight years ago.

After Shijin left the Qin family, Ms. Jiang asked to leave and the couple disappeared together.

Qin Xing originally wanted to find out the details of Jiang Jiusheng. It was not hard to guess that he accidentally involved the couple. He pretended to be dead and stole money. After eight years of wandering around, the people around him were still old friends.

Ms. Jiang timidly raised her head, hesitated for a while, and finally called: "the second month Miss Jiang came to Qin's house, the second young man broke into the small building, the sixth young man was supposed to kill him, and was stopped by Miss Jiang. Since then, Miss Jiang's illness has become more and more serious, and the sixth young man is suspicious." Ms. Jiang raised her head, looked at Qin Mingli with fear, and immediately bowed her head , continued, "it's suspected that the second junior paid off the psychologist and aggravated Miss Jiang's illness. At that time, the sixth junior moved his mind and wanted to send Miss Jiang out."

Qin Mingli rubbed his gloves, and there was nothing strange about his face.

Qin Xiaoyi is the most comfortable, hands folded, leaning on the chair, with a look of indifference, but Qin Xiaozhou next to her is very restrained, afraid of Qin Xing, more afraid of Shi Jin.

On the main seat, Qin Xing knocked the table with his knuckles and said "continue".

Ms. Jiang did not dare to stop. She lowered her head and began to say again with trembling: "on the day of Qin's anniversary, Liu Shao arranged a plane to take Miss Jiang abroad, but there was a car accident on the way to the airport. Both Miss Jiang and Liu Shao were injured. The other car in the car was not good. The mother and daughter in the car died on the spot."

Qin Xingning's eyes are fixed, his pupils are slightly protruding, and there is a grumpiness slowly emerging between his eyebrows. The Qin family here are all silent.

The atmosphere was cold and chilling.

Ms. Jiang wiped the cold sweat on her head: "because, Lord Qin, you stare hard. In order to hide the truth, Liu Shao disguised the girl who died in the car accident as Miss Jiang, so that the Qin family thought she was dead. After six young people dismissed the servants in the attic, they found me and asked our husband and wife to change their jobs. They moved to a small town in Jiangbei. That's when Miss Jiang started to raise her in my family. " Ms. Jiang took a rest, and then looked up slowly. "This is the way it is. I have said everything I know."

With a crack, the tea cover was buttoned on the table. Qin Xing's eyes sank, and he snorted, "it's eight years since I hid it. It's really capable."

Speak of the devil.

The housekeeper went into the study and came forward to tell the story, saying, "Lord Qin, six are coming."

Qin Xing listened, but didn't say a word. He took a sip of the tea cup and spit it back. He was not happy or angry.

"Six young people also brought people." Butler Qin paused. "It's Miss Jiang Jiusheng."

Qin Xing stopped drinking tea.

For so many years, only Shijin dared to take people to Qin's house. Eight years ago, and today, they were the same person.

Qin Mingli turns the ring in his hand: it's a good play.

"Let them in." Qin Xingfang said, he would like to see, let Shi Jin hide so many years of people, what is remarkable.

In front of Qinglong jade, Butler Qin respectfully said "please".

When Jin looked at the people around her, she was alert and sharp. Her voice slowed down: "Sheng Sheng, give me your hand."

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at him and held out his hand.

He took her hand and said, "don't be afraid of them."

She nodded and said she was not afraid.

"Shijin."

When Jin should she, can not see her fundus mood, calm abnormal.

All the way to the Qin family, she didn't say anything, question, blame, or even mention the past. He knew that her temperament was clear, and she would not be angry.

However, she is not a happy person. She does not want to be confused in some matters. She doesn't have to worry about it, but wants to be frank and clear.She said, "when my adoptive parents are sent out of the Qin family, will you take me to the attic?"

Some things, always to be clear, for a long time, there will be resentment, what's more, she and Shijin are going to live together for a lifetime, there is no knot that can't be untied, there is no secret that can be brought into the earth, she is ready to leave no room, then, everything should be open and frank.

People, especially lovers, are most suspicious.

Shijin looked at her and said, "OK."

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