Alpaca [Transmigration Book]

Is such a small shadow the father of You Yan?

Such a shadow is absolutely impossible to be in human form, perhaps it is Qin Yuan.As You Yan said, Qinyuan is usually only the size of a mandarin duck, and it seems to be about the same size as the shadow.

However, You Yan said that her father's cultivation was not low, since his cultivation was not low, why didn't he appear in human form?

Even if, even if You Yan's father has any special hobbies, it's a bird, so it shouldn't walk close to the ground, right?

And why is it a red shadow?

You Yan said that Qin Yuan was only the size of a mandarin duck, but You Yan also said that the feathers of Qin Yuan's family were all yellow-brown, only she was born with a dark red color.

Thinking of this, Yiqiu couldn't help but thump in his heart.

That size, that color, that shadow that seems to stick to the ground... like a little red flower!

But the little red flower shouldn't appear here, that little spider has always been very homely, it has never been anywhere more than [-] meters away from the dead tree, how could it come here all the way, and even ran into the tree? You Yan's father's room... This is not right, You Yan has clearly said that Xiao Honghua hates her father's room very much.

So what's the situation now?

After the shadow entered, there was no sound at all. If You Yan's father was really inside, how could outsiders be allowed to enter at will without making a sound?

For a moment, Yiqiu couldn't help but have a strange thought in his mind.

She suspected that there was no one in that room at all, and it wasn't that there was no one at this moment, it was that there was no one from the beginning to the end!

Yes, she has always been suspicious like this, but she can't find a trace of evidence, after all, every time you Yan puts the food at the door, some of it will be eaten more or less, and there is indeed occasional movement in that room.

But those movements, I didn't say that they must be caused by people.

If there is no one inside at all, then what is it that You Yan has taken care of all these years?

Is it really a little red flower?

But if that shadow just now was really Little Red Flower, where did You Yan's father go?

Is he alive and has left behind the inkstone, or has he died silently...dead?

Could it be, there is such a possibility that Xiao Honghua already knew that You Yan's father was gone, but she was afraid that You Yan would be sad.

So the father who has been pretending to be You Yan, took advantage of You Yan's inattention, ate those meals every day, then retreated back into the house, and found time to quietly run back to his tree hole.

Because of this, Little Red Flower hates You Yan's father so much, because it knows that You Yan was abandoned by her father.

And You Yan was afraid that her father would not want to see her, so she never dared to open the door of the room. As long as there were people eating the meals she cooked every day, she would believe that her father would always stay by her side.

If this is the case, then all of this... really looks like a ghost story!

How could such a thing happen in this world?

The most important thing, such a thing is obviously very ridiculous, but the more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.

She has to figure this out for You Yan...

But what if she guessed wrong, it wasn't the little red flower inside, it was indeed You Yan's father?

Yiqiu stood by the door in fear, wanted to go over to have a look, but didn't dare to go forward.

She took deep breaths again and again, and as her heartbeat continued to accelerate, she couldn't stop sneezing several times.

Finally, she had the courage to shake off the clothes she was wearing on the ground, scratch open the door with her hoof, and tiptoe out along the crack of the door.

There was no brazier outside the house, and the cold wind made her shiver in an instant, but she did not retreat into the warm room, nor did she turn around to put on the clothes of You Yan, but took a deep breath of cold air, and took very light steps towards the The closed door leaned over.

In fact, she should put on that dress. After all, protection from the cold is only one aspect. The most important thing is that the dress is transformed by You Yan's spirit feathers, and it has some spiritual power from You Yan. If there is any danger, Maybe it could save her life.

But she changed her mind, if that red shadow was Xiaohonghua, Xiaohonghua would not hurt her.

If it wasn't Little Red Flower inside, but You Yan's father, then she would go in wearing the clothes transformed by You Yan's spirit feathers, she might offend him, even if she saved her own life, it would also hurt You Yan. So scolded.

Thinking like this, Yiqiu had already braved the cold wind and came to the closed door in an extremely nervous mood.

She took another deep breath, turned slightly sideways, and slammed into it hard.

To her, a door that had been closed tightly for several months was easily smashed open by her in just a moment.

She thought she would see the little red flower, and even if it wasn't the little red flower, she should also be able to see a bird with a thorn in the butt, or a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard.

Or, neither, just some other, indescribably horrible thing.

For example, in many fantasy novels, things like "inner demons" will appear. It seems reasonable that the villain raised his inner demons at home when he was a child. After all, the existence of this room is really naughty!

But in fact, the vicuna opened the door, but it didn't see anything.

There was no one in the room, but the furnishings in the room were very clean, no matter how it looked, it looked like someone had lived there for a long time.

What's the situation...

"Uncle... Uncle You, are you there?" The little alpaca asked softly, fearfully, seeing that there was no response from the room, it couldn't help but walked in with strides.

In this room, neither the door nor the window is opened on weekdays, and the lights are not lit at night, so it is very dark at all times.

In order to make the inside brighter, Yiqiu opened the door very wide, she doesn't like darkness at all.

And she was very, very afraid that as she walked later, a spider the size of a fist would suddenly appear at her feet without a word.

She swears that in such a state of high mental tension, even if the spider was really the little red flower she was very familiar with, she would be so frightened that she fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, nothing she feared happened.

She walked around the house and called out Xiaohonghua's name a few times, but she didn't see anything in the end.

The little alpaca bit its lip, and the doubts in its heart became deeper and deeper.

Does You Yan's father really exist?

If it really exists, then why hasn't he shown himself once in such a long time since he obviously lives in such a place where he can't see up and down?

Thinking so curiously, Yiqiu suddenly and involuntarily walked to the desk by the window.

There was a wind blowing into the room, Yiqiu saw that on the desk, there was a thick stack of rice paper with handwriting on it, and a corner was blown up by the wind.

In an instant, she boldly ran forward, stepped on the stool with her front legs, and put her furry head on the desk.

There were a lot of ink treasures pressed under the paperweight, and she blew on it with her mouth, and she could faintly see some of the content on it. Some of the handwriting was scrawled, and some were elegant, and it didn't seem to be written by one person.

The vicuna pondered for a long time, couldn't help but raised a hoof with some difficulty, and with the help of its chin, pushed the paperweight away, and got all the calligraphy underneath to the ground.

She thought that if someone came later, she would definitely be scolded to death, but she couldn't care less now.

She jumped back to the ground, and while sneezing, she flipped through the traditional calligraphy that was somewhat difficult for her to read.

She thought that there would be something remarkable written in it, but after looking through it for a long time, she only saw some sour poems and songs.

And it's not about love or scenery, the two different handwriting seem to be communicating with each other through pen and ink.

One of them signed "You Shuo" and the other signed "Ting Lan". It looked like a love letter from the bird woman's parents when they were young.

Alas!Birds in ancient times had to be educated to fall in love, and illiterate old people in the new century are trembling.

But such a large stack of letter papers, are they all love letters from you and me?

The more Yiqiu thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, so she kept flipping backwards, flipping, and finally she found the one that was relatively far behind.

At that moment, she was stunned.

There was no signature on that piece of paper.

But in fact, many of the previous ones have never been signed again. Perhaps because they are together, they no longer send love letters to each other as sourly as before.

So it is not surprising that there is no signature, what really surprised Yiqiu is that there are only four words on this piece of paper.

It was the same name written in two different scripts.

——You Yan.

It's Youyan, not Youyan.

Xiao Honghua said it, and Xiao Youyan said it too, her name is disgusting.

But why is the word "You Yan" written on the desk, and it is derived from the handwriting of You Shuo and Ting Lan.

What happened 500 years ago, where did the people in this house go, what is the name...

Is everything here the real memory of You Yan?

"System, system!"

【here I am. 】

"What's with the name?"

[Sub-plot, the host is invited to explore by himself. 】

"Then, can you tell me, this man named You Shuo is You Yan's father, where did he go? Did he live here?"

After a while of silence, the system finally responded.

[As early as when You Yan was very young, You Shuo had already left her behind. You Yan grew up in solitude, and only then did she develop her later temperament. 】

You Yan grew up in solitude...

What happened to the father in this room?What happened to the little red flower?

Yiqiu couldn't help being confused, she had a lot of thoughts, and there was no one she could grasp.

She stood there blankly for a long time, until there was a sound of very light footsteps behind her.

The little alpaca raised its head, and saw Youyan standing behind her, quietly looking at the piece of rice paper that she pulled out on the ground.

"You--yan--" the girl read the name, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity with it.

But after the brief stranger, a tear appeared in her eyes again.

She squatted down, reached out to pick it up, and stared quietly for a long time.

"You Yan, this..."

"Why did you come in?" You Yan said softly, looking up at Yi Qiu.

Yiqiu couldn't help but trembled.

At that moment, You Yan's gaze was a bit dangerous, like the person who used to always threaten her.