Lan Congxiao

In his mind, he remembered that he had seen a milk doll once, and the little bell of the doll was going to be replaced by his own, but he couldn't remember the doll's name at all.I just remember that milk doll with twinkling eyes, black as glass, looks like a sick and weak kitten, lying in other people's arms, and often falls asleep peacefully.

Qiu Zhu had never played with that milk doll, so naturally she couldn't remember whether the child was looking for trouble, "It turns out that the old friend that Master said was Master Qiao..." Although for some reason later, Master and Qiao's family had nearly ten years of friendship. I haven't contacted him for many years. If he knew what happened to Qiao's family, he would feel very sad.

Qiu Zhu arranged the things one by one, but when it was time to put away the little bell, she was a little reluctant, wondering if she could still find it, but she still couldn't put it in when she was done, so she quietly put it away in her clothes.

It was dawn, and Qiu Zhu fell into a deep sleep. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat.

"Xun Fei..." Qiu Zhu called Xun Fei's name, but there was no Xun Fei in the small courtyard, only a young monk sweeping the floor was left behind. A piece of scriptures was copied.

"Copy books? What books are you copying?"

"When tidying up the Sutra Pavilion this year, I found some gaps in some books, so I asked my disciples to fill them in." Hearing what the little monk said, Qiu Zhu couldn't help but feel distressed, and was arrested as a coolie as soon as she came back.

"Xun Fei's handwriting is one of the most beautiful among all the disciples in Huaqing Temple. The abbot thought that Xun Fei had nothing to do, so he asked him to follow."

As soon as he entered the Sutra Pavilion, there were several rows of young monks with bald heads, but Xun Fei had black hair, drooped his head, copying books carelessly, and his face was covered with ink, which made Qiu Zhu laugh straight away. I really don't know who he is Where did you copy the book?

After a while, Xun Fei turned around and saw Qiu Zhu, quickly dropped the pen and ran out of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, "Qiu Zhu, are we going home?"

Seeing Xun Fei running away, Qiu Zhu pulled him back, "Who said we're going home." Xun Fei seemed to have lost a lot of emotion for Huaqing Temple because of his blurred memory, and he didn't see any nostalgia.

"Then what are you doing here? You don't want to be a monk." Xun Fei shook his hand sullenly.

"I'm not a monk, I can keep you as a young monk." I tapped his forehead with my fingertips, but I didn't expect to see him pursing his lips tightly and staring at Qiu with resentment. candle.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Zhu looked a little embarrassed, Xun Fei pursed his mouth, he immediately covered the child's mouth and put it in a corner where no one could see, "A boy, why is he crying all the time, who are you threatening?"

"Are you scared?" Xun Fei murmured from Qiu Zhu's mouth, and Qiu Zhu shouted again and again, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

"You don't want to leave me, or you will be miserable." As he said, he hit Qiu Zhu's right arm with a fist, Qiu Zhu rubbed it secretly, and Xun Fei grabbed it immediately in fright, extremely nervous "Is your injury healed?" , Oops, I hit you again."

Xun Fei gently rubbed his arm, Qiu Zhu looked down and only saw the head, so she hugged him into her arms, "Don't be afraid, Lin Qiuzhu won't let Xun Fei go."

Hitting his head into Qiu Zhu's arms, a pair of big hands gently caressed his hair, as if making a silent promise, the restless heart finally fell to the ground safely.

"Qiu Zhu..." raised his head slightly from his arms, "I want to be named Lin with you, even if I get lost in the future, I can still tell them my surname is Lin, Lin Xunfei, Lin Xunfei from Weiming Villa. "

"Good Xun Fei, you can't take my surname." He sighed slightly in his heart, although he didn't understand Master Yuan Cheng's words, but he also knew that the Qiao family was willing to let Xun Fei grow up in Huaqing Temple alone, it must be for Xun Fei, he must respect Qiao My lord's last wish.

It's a pity that Xun Fei didn't know why, he was not noisy, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he murmured softly, "You promised me."

"It doesn't matter if the surname is Lin, it's still our family's fault."

Asking about the ruins of Qiao's house, Qiu Zhu took Xun Fei for a long time before finding the place that Master Yuan Cheng pointed out.

There is no one here, and the quiet small bamboo forest on the side is permeated with gloom, and the abandoned old house is still piled up in place. I don't know what it was like before.

Walking up the steps, there is still a dilapidated door plaque on it - Qiao Mansion.

He let go of Xun Fei's hand, and pushed his shoulder, "Xun Fei, put that door plaque upright, your grandfather was upright all his life, and no one can trample on him after death."

"Okay..." A moment of familiarity flashed in Xun Fei's eyes, but more strangeness remained.

But he obediently brushed off the dust on the door plaque and placed it on the edge of the threshold. Qiu Zhu went to pull up the door, leaped up, and hung the door plaque squarely on the gate.

"You know my grandpa..." When Qiu Zhu fell to the ground, Xun Fei took his hand and asked curiously.

"Miss grandpa?" Wiping the ashes off Xun Fei's nose with his hand, "Seeing that you are safe now, your grandpa won't blame you."

"I don't remember..." I remember that there was an old man, but he forgot his voice and appearance. It seems that in the world of Xun Fei, there is only one Lin Qiuzhu left, and there are no familiar people or things anymore.

Leading Xun Fei to walk in, the courtyard is mottled, but one can vaguely see the appearance of the former residence, quiet and elegant, just like the former owner, there is still a small pavilion standing there, hanging on the pavilion are three The word 'around the knee Pavilion'.

Walking into the main hall, the chairs and stools inside were still in place, but unfortunately they were lifeless. Looking at the scene in front of him, Xun Fei felt the coldness rushing towards his face, his hands were tightly clutching Qiu Zhu's clothes, and he began to spin around, his eyes flickered. Passing through the main hall, what he saw were blurred figures smiling at him one by one.

Qiu Zhu seemed to see Xun Fei's abnormality, leaned slightly, stretched out his hand to brush away his messy hair, "Don't be afraid, no matter whether there are ghosts or gods, they were once your closest relatives, and they will not harm you."

With cold sweat on Xun Fei's forehead, he walked into Qiu Zhu's arms with small steps, his chin resting on his shoulder, Qiu Zhu leaned over like this and was hugged by Xun Fei, "Qiu Zhu..."

Qiu Zhu didn't leave because of this, but carried Xun Fei and continued walking inside, as if she wanted to tear up Xun Fei's past and find out.

But the more people walked, the corridors and the thresholds were covered with bloodstains, which had turned black, and some of them had merged with the wood.

There were more than [-] people in the family, and the events of the night when the Buddha was released were unfolded in front of his eyes. How many screams, how many wailing, corpses lay all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

"Father and mother..." Xun Fei hugged Qiu Zhu's neck tightly and whispered.