Lan Congxiao

Xun Fei thought about it, stretched out his pricked finger to drip on another pot of orchids, waited until the orchids gradually wilted, then watered again, the result was the same as before.

"What is this?" He suddenly thought of Qiu Zhu and the monkey. It was his blood that caused him to lose consciousness, but Qiu Zhu clearly said that it had nothing to do with him. "Could it be that Qiu Zhu lied to me?" ?”

Looking at the weird pot of water in front of him, he naturally didn't know that it was boiled from the remains of the Qiao family. Xun Fei slowly stretched out his hand, picked up a teacup hesitantly, and took a glass of water.

I don't know what's in the water, Qiu Zhu's usual teachings are all left behind at this moment, I close my eyes and hold my breath, and drink it down in one gulp.

He didn't feel any discomfort all over his body, wiped the water stains around his mouth, and felt that he was thinking too much, put down his teacup, turned around and prepared to go out, maybe all this was just a coincidence.

As soon as he got up and took a step, the world was spinning for a while, and it seemed that countless things rushed into his head, which was so heavy that he couldn't support it, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Xun Fei was in a daze, trying to get up from the ground, but just when he got up, he fell back heavily.

The sky was full of blood light, splashing blood flowers, and the red lantern that was split into two and fell miserably...

"Stay here, I'll get you something to eat later." A boy about his age stood in front of him, dressed in ragged clothes, and nodded to him with a smile.

The surrounding scenes are so familiar, the ancestral hall of the Qiao family, the corridor is on the left, walk along the corridor...

Walking and walking, the courtyard was bustling with people coming and going, even tables were set up in the open space of the front yard, where a group of servants and maids sat and ate.

"Young Master, Master's birthday, don't run around, hurry back and accompany Master." A servant shouted to him.

"Whatever you eat, I want to eat too." He walked towards the dining table. Today's meal was extraordinarily rich, and the small man was forced to give up a large empty seat. "Do you drink? I want to drink too."

"The young master is still young. When you grow up in a few years, you will be able to drink with the master." A maid smiled and snatched the jug, "Lan'er will bring you some fruit to eat."

"I don't eat fruit." There was a bit of anger in the words, "I just want a drink. I've never drank this thing before."

"Young master, you can't drink it. We can't afford to blame the master." The maid gently stroked his face, "You just have the heart to let us suffer for you."

"Hmm..." The little ghost lay down on the table neatly, "Okay, I won't drink anymore."

The servant girl breathed a sigh of relief, the jug was snatched away just now, and he hugged her, "I'll drink the whole jug now."

"Forget it, Lan'er, pour a small cup for the young master. It's my grandpa's birthday today, so I don't want to make a big fuss. The Qiao family will spend their own time behind closed doors. The master specially brought out good wine from Weiming Villa to celebrate his birthday. Everyone needs to have a drink or two to cheer up, young master, a drink is not in the way, just have a drink." A servant next to him kindly explained it for him.

"I can only drink one cup." The servant girl poured him a cup, "I can only drink a little."

A glass is enough to enjoy himself, he ran away to find his parents and grandpa in a blink of an eye, but when he was about to reach the lobby, there was a sudden burst of noise, which made him very uncomfortable after drinking a little wine.

"Who, it's so noisy!" He came out from the corner, only to see blood splattered in the front yard, his father was standing in front of a man in black, holding a long sword in his hand, shaking his figure like drinking Generally drunk.

He was about to call his father, but his mother covered his mouth from behind, "Go!" The mother who was pulling him was also a little weak, and at this moment, he felt a stagger under his feet, and he fell to the ground.

"Mom, where are dad and grandpa?"

He couldn't get up for a long time, and then he fell into another person's arms, only to hear his mother crying and whispering, "Fei'er, why are you poisoned, Fei'er!"

"Hurry up! Take the child away." Grandpa's voice fell from above his head, "Go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!"

"Ah..." Suddenly, Dad's screams came from the front yard, and when he turned his head, Mother pushed him and Grandpa towards the ancestral hall, and she forced herself to walk back "Yu Le... Dad, you go, I'm going to save Yule."

After that, I couldn't see the figure of my mother stumbling and running back, and was hugged by my grandfather in my arms, and ran desperately to the ancestral hall.

"Fei'er, hold on!" Grandpa ran into the ancestral hall with all his strength in his arms, turned the incense burner vigorously, there was a click when the desk was lowered, and then a child emerged, staring at them in horror.

"you!"

"Young Master..." The ragged little beggar held his hand nervously, Grandpa took out a box from the secret compartment under the desk without thinking about anything else, "Good boy, eat this and you'll be fine. "Grandpa took something, stuffed it into his mouth, and forced himself to swallow it.

"Hurry up, that man doesn't have eyes for killing people, he wants to destroy Qiao's family, and he won't let you go." Grandpa shoved his hand into the little beggar's hand, "Son, please take him away, please go away! "

The little beggar pulled him up and walked into the small hole he made near the ancestral hall. Just as he opened the hole, he suddenly remembered something, untied his clothes, and casually put on his tattered clothes. Outer shirt "The Qiao family lost a child, and that person will definitely chase and kill you if he finds out. Mr. Qiao is a good man, the young master is a good man, and Xiao Lu is just a little beggar. You are the only good friend. You have been alive until now." Tomorrow, young master, you are different, you must run away quickly, and when you grow up, you can avenge your parents."

After regaining consciousness, he only remembered that the little beggar wiped mud on his face with tears on his face, stuffed him into a hole in the ground, changed into the clothes by himself, settled everything, and then fell into darkness.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how long he had been hiding in the hole. He felt thirsty, hungry and weak. He secretly pushed away the stone bricks on the other side. It was already dawn outside, and he crawled out of the hole in a dirty body.

My head is dizzy, my tongue is anxious and dry, I don't know what day it is, "Grandpa... Father... Mother..."

After walking a few steps, he stumbled and walked like this, but there was a sense of desolation among the people coming and going in the small town. No one looked at him, and they all walked in the direction he came just now.

"It's such a tragedy. Master Qiao has lived here for so many years. He has been doing good deeds and doing good deeds on weekdays. How could he have caused such a big disaster? More than fifty people died. Master Qiao was still holding his little grandson before he died. Sun Yiyi died in the ancestral hall, even the ancestors couldn't protect them." Someone beside him couldn't stop sighing.

Xun Fei fell down on the damp steps after the rain, looked in that direction in a daze, and heard the people next to him say that after that night, corpses were carried out one after another covered with white cloth, and filled the front of Qiao's house. In the whole street, there are his father, his mother, and his grandfather, and those Qiao family who let him pamper him on weekdays...but...no one came out of the house, not even one……

"Ah..." A scream frightened the surrounding people, only to see a little beggar squatting on the ground screaming, with deep sadness in his cry, everyone only thought he was a person who had been favored by the Qiao family, right This is nothing but grief, no one would know that this little beggar squatting on the ground and howling, was the only one in the Qiao family who narrowly escaped death.

Later, he wandered out of his hometown with a group of beggars. For some reason, in a short period of time, he forgot Qiao's family, Huaqing Temple, and everything he experienced that night...

It was a long and heavy dream. When he woke up, Xun Fei realized that he was lying on the ground of Dr. Su's house, his whole body was cold, and he was looking at the beams on the roof.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the face was full of wet tears. "Ah..." A mournful cry resounded throughout the courtyard, and the child curled up on the ground crying, "Grandpa..."