On the big bed in the room, Qin crossed his legs and stroked a small box with long fingers.

This is a small red wooden box, Qin Yi carefully opened it, eyes soft, this moment, she just like a real 16-year-old boy, removed all the camouflage and claws.

There is nothing in the small wooden box, just a small brocade bag with black flowers embroidered on it.

Qin a silence for a long time, opened his lips, murmured, "grandmother."

This brocade bag is the only thing that grandma left Qin Yi. Qin Yi still remembers that her grandmother gave it to her on her deathbed and told her not to open it until she was 30 years old.

Qin Yi was very curious at that time. She did not understand why, but her grandmother made her swear that she must abide by the agreement, otherwise she would not rest in peace.

Grandmother is the best person to her, is the only color in her childhood, how she would like her grandmother to die with her eyes closed, naturally agreed to come down.

After so many years, she has not really opened it. The end of the past is in a hurry. Qin forgot to take it with her as soon as she left. In this life, she put it into the space early.

She didn't know what was hidden in the brocade bag, or nothing, but it was the only thought left by her grandmother, Qin Yi kept it well.

The brocade bag is tied by a red rope. Qin Yi can hang it around his neck. Qin Yi does the same, but the old-fashioned red rope matches Qin Yi very well. It doesn't look weird or ugly at all.

Qin Yi holds her legs, just like when she was a child. At that time, she could only tell her grandmother what she was full of. At that time, she liked to hold her legs. While grandma always knitted sweaters or cooked delicious food, she listened to her talk.

"Grandma, you know, I'm doing well now. I have a few teammates who are like brothers. They treat me very well. You don't have to worry about being bullied because I have no friends."

"Well, grandma, are you happy that I'm growing up?"

"But this time I will not be good again. Qin family, Qin Mian and Qin Jiaojiao will not let go. Don't be angry with me, OK? Don't be angry with each other."

The boy in bed buries his head between his legs. He can't see his face and his expression, but he feels a burst of sadness inexplicably.

Qin Yi was awakened by the cold. When she sat up, she found herself sitting and sleeping. She felt some headache, some heat on her body, maybe some fever.

In the evening of the last world, the temperature was very low, and she didn't cover the quilt when she was sleeping, which was really sick.

His head is a little dim, but Qin Yi's consciousness is still clear. It's quiet outside. It's obvious that yunhuan and his wife haven't come back.

Qin a frown, she opened the door, sure enough, the hall is empty, looking out of the window, it is already dark.

Cloud Huan how they have not come back now, Qin Yi heart some worry.

The end of the dark is the most dangerous time. Qin Yixiu's eyebrows are tight. She puts on a coat at will and prepares to go out.

As soon as I went out, I heard a cold rebuke, "go away."

Qin Yi can hear, that is the voice of cloud Huan, not far from here.

Qin Yi goes to the voice position. It's very dark and Qin Yi's head is a little dim. It's dangerous to act under such circumstances.

She had to force herself to concentrate and look around.

Qin Yizheng is walking, suddenly a black shadow comes over, familiar mint fragrance Let Qin Yi put down the big knife in his hand.

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