Gu Qiqi's heart tightened, and he unfolded the rice paper carefully and looked at it.
However, the whole paper was blank, without any last words at all, only a drop of irregular ink and a shallow water mark.
It may also be tears...
Gu Qiqi looked down, and his heart began to ache again.
It is almost impossible to imagine how Chu Junmo felt when he was sitting alone at home on the last night of his life, spreading out this rice paper.
Gong Jue stood behind her and glanced at the rice paper.
Silently asked in his heart, Chu Junmo's old fox, didn't he let his hands be heard before he died, and was shaking because he couldn't hold his pen? I couldn't write a word, but I rubbed my nose on the paper... I played it all my life, but I couldn't hold it anymore, right? Let's restore the mortal appearance, huh!
Gu Qiqi took photos of the valuable antiques and all kinds of furniture in Chu Junmo's room and registered them one by one, so that when he plans to return it to the descendants of Chu in the future, the handover will be clearer.
Especially in Chu Junmo's room, she was almost motionless, keeping it exactly as he was before his death, as if he would come back someday.
The two walked to the medicine field behind the room.
Sure enough, a remote corner of the medicine field was bald, and a lot of herbs were plucked out.
It should be where the heart-building grass was once planted.
Gong Jue curled his lips and saw that the Zhuxin Grass was emptied, he couldn't help muttering: "Old Demon Chu is cruel to himself, he cut his back..."
Gu Qiqi gave him a white look: "I can use the pharmacopoeia to think of ways to build heart grass, but I don't have a clue at the most critical time..."
Gong Jue shut up.
He could have a clue, but he went home and quarreled with the old man, and the matter was messed up again.
He looked down at the toe of his shoe.
Turned around and sent a message out.
Palace house.
Gong Qing received the message and opened it: "The smelly boy actually has time to send me a message, huh! Oh, wife, come and see, your son apologizes to me hahahaha..."
Song Song heard the words and saw two very concise words on the text message: "Wrong."
The corners of her lips twitched: "..."
Where do you see this is the son apologizing?
Isn't the son who will admit that he is wrong?
Gong Qing held his mobile phone with joy: "Thirty years, thirty years, for the first time to hear his son admit that he was wrong! Hahahaha!"
Song Song thought for a while, and swallowed it again when he got his mouth. It was better not to hit his husband, so that he felt that his son was apologizing. This would be more conducive to repairing the father-son relationship.
Well, she just hit the iron while it was hot!
"Husband, I told you yesterday that I went to find Mr. Gu to propose a marriage, how are you thinking about it! Hurry up and pack up and go with me! By the way, bring the talisman paper and give it to girl Qiqi!"
"Good talk! Good talk!"
Sure enough, Gong Qing was shunned, and he agreed to everything.
I took the talisman and went out happily, without noticing that the phone received another text message from Gong Jue:
"Sorry, I didn't send the complete information just now. I wanted to tell you that you were wrong, Gong Qing, even if you don't give me a way to open the door of time, you can't stop my determination to find a way for Qi Qi. Big deal , I have to spend more trouble and suffer more. But if you don’t let me go, it’s impossible!"
After Gong Jue sent this message, he seemed to take a sigh of relief.
Turning around to hug Gu Qiqi from behind: "Don't worry, I will try my best to find a way to find that ghost time gate..."