Chapter 1810

"Master, you don't want me to follow me, do you want to..."

The servant said uneasily.

"Forget it, leave it to him."

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair twisted his eyebrows, and there was a trace of desolation in his old voice.

He took a look at the stairs and said again.

"Push me back."

"Yes, sir."

The servant raised his head and walked quickly behind him.

In the corridor, there was another slight friction sound.

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QIAN Jingchuan came to the hall on the first floor and stood for a moment.

"Good afternoon, young master."

A servant passed by, stopped and said respectfully to him.

"Well."

Qianjingchuan's eyes are still some astringent, eyes slightly out of focus, the figure in front of him is covered with a layer of misty mists.

Everything seems unreal.

Until now, he has not remembered how he came here?

The servants did not dare to say much, so they left immediately and were busy.

Qian Jingchuan only felt that the temples on both sides had been punctured like long needles, which made him extremely uncomfortable. The chest, as if coagulating a stream of gas, the depression is unable to disperse.

He rubbed his bored heart and looked out of the window.

The sky is gray.

Nearby landscape trees seem to be covered with a shallow layer of haze.

Qianjingchuan's mood is getting worse and worse. I feel that the air pressure in Yunxi is extremely low.

He squinted his sour eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out.

Just out of the vermilion gate, a gust of wind with salty smell blew over. He felt a little chilly as his clothes were flying. Instead of going in, he went on in the wind.

This is his first time here, everything is very strange.

Try to move on again without purpose.

Boom.

Less than five minutes after he stepped out of the door, a thunder burst over the garden.

The loud noise almost cracked his eardrum.

Heart, without a reason to tremble.

"Young master, it's going to rain. Go back to your room."

A man in a man's clothes ran towards him with a big black umbrella.

Qian Jingchuan looked back and found that it was the man before.

"Have you been following me?"

His voice is colder than the wind.

"No No No.... "

The servant repeatedly denied.

"Go away."

Qian Jingchuan didn't believe it at all. How could he have appeared so quickly if he hadn't followed.

The servant saw that he spoke with deep disgust and bowed his head.

"Tell you to go away, are you deaf?"

Qianjingchuan saw his pestle in the same place, and his heart became more and more upset. The sound of reprimand blew through the male servant's ear with the cool wind.

"Young master, it's going to rain soon. You'd better go back to the house first..."

The servant looked down at his toes and spoke nervously. Before the words fell, the big raindrop fell. A lot of wet marks fell on their bodies instantly.

He quickly opened his black umbrella and ran to qianjingchuan.

A sharp white light flashed through their eyes.

Boom.

Thunder came again.

The big raindrops, big as peas, pounded against the umbrella, converged into a stream of water and fell rapidly.

"Young master, go back to the room..."

The manservant held the umbrella on the head of qianjingchuan, half of his body was exposed to the wind and rain.

The sudden storm makes qianjingchuan more and more upset. He glares at each other and runs toward the gate with both hands.

Second floor.

The man sitting in the wheelchair looked at this scene quietly through the window with water mist, and his eyes shrank with vicissitudes.

"Isn't this child really my own?"

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