Wancheng Chronicle

With the bitter smell of alcohol, blushing cheeks, and vague words, Chen Tianrong could feel that Mingyi was drunk.After Chi Buzhou and his wife left, Mingyi insisted on staying with them to drink.That being said, in fact, Chen Tianrong was smoking all the time, while Gu Qijin sat beside Mingyi and watched him drink.Originally, Chen Tianrong wanted to persuade him, after all, he was entrusted by Ming Ren, but Gu Qijin stopped him.According to Gu Qijin's theory, a man can't cry when he's in pain, just let him drink, and when he's drunk, he'll forget the past that shouldn't be remembered.

This situation lasted until midnight, when Mr. Ming told the two of them in a daze that he had finished drinking.Then, Chen Tianrong almost returned to the attic with Mingyi in his arms.Appreciating this kind of beauty from such a close distance, and seeing this little guy lying in his arms defenselessly, he thought of the time when they met formally, the little guy greeted him meanly and viciously.Sure enough, it is the style of the young master, with clear hatred and no concealment.If he had a background like his own, no matter how straightforward his style was, he would be worn out by the cruel world.

If it was Bai Zongfei, I would definitely kick him downstairs.Chen Tianrong felt a little funny when he thought about it.He supported Mingyi to lie down, but he was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes, unable to get out.

"Light up the lamp." Mingyi opened his eyes, and the black pupils in the dark night were filled with hazy mist, like stars rippling in the Milky Way.

Chen Tianrong lowered his head and tugged on his jacket, but he still couldn't get his clothes out.He yelled helplessly, "Let go!"

Ming Yi shrank into the warm quilt on the bed, and sternly refused Chen Tianrong's order. "No!"

"Master, you dragged me so hard that I couldn't reach the oil lamp!" Chen Tianrong began to wonder how the servants in the Ming Mansion served the young master, and how they were more difficult than those girls in the boudoir who wore heavy rouge.

Mingyi gritted his teeth, let go of his hand, but buried his head in the pillow, and ignored Chen Tianrong.

"I'll go down to get the lamp, you rest first." Chen Tianrong couldn't laugh or cry, but still leaned over to cover Mingyi with the quilt.Maybe all children who are pampered in the world are like this, making trouble for no reason and doing whatever they want.But sometimes watching, I can't bear to be angry.Probably because I have no chance to have it, I want to get closer to this innocence.

But when Chen Tianrong came back to this innocence again, he almost saw destruction——the dagger slowly descended along the white wrist, the ticking blood stained the newspaper red, and spread out along the rough fibers. Like a mirror, infinitely magnifying this terrifying scene.And Mingyi, the instigator of all this, is looking at his own wound.

"Are you crazy! If you want to die, don't die here!" Chen Tianrong tore off the quilt to cover Mingyi's wound, he looked at it from the light, fortunately the injury was not deep.

"Did you know that there are ghosts, ghosts that eat people." Mingyi leaned close to Chen Tianrong's ear and said with a smile, his voice was small and shrill. "I didn't want to die, I wanted to engage them and get them to tell their story."

Chen Tianrong looked at Mingyi incredulously, this young man with hollow eyes and distorted expression was really a little guy he knew? "Ghost? What the hell?" He felt that it took a long time for Mingyi's words to reach his ears, carrying a biting cold wind.

"Ghost, a man-eating ghost—"

Chen Tianrong looked at Mingyi lying on the bed, his heart was full of doubts.If he hadn't shot him unconscious, would he have heard even more creepy remarks?Could it be that the dark secret of the Ming family is that the mansion is haunted?Or is the young master of the Ming family mentally unsound?In fact, Chen Tianrong is willing to believe the former, after all, the haunted house is a lie that has not been exposed for thousands of years.But when he turned over the objects that Mingyi was carrying, the existence of the barbiturate medicine clearly revealed the answer.

Chen Tianrong fed Mingyi the medicine according to the instructions. He was very glad that he could understand the complicated medical terms in the ingredient introduction, but he also wondered why he faced all this calmly.In the village where he lived when he was a child, the old grandmother would tell the children that people who were sucked by ghosts would become crazy, so they should be immersed in pig cages.Thinking about it now, maybe it's just because of poverty and ignorance.

The sunlight slipped into the room through the cracks in the windows, making people warm all over. It must be spring.Mingyi in such warm sunshine

Opening his eyes, he met Chen Tianrong's concerned gaze.He glanced slightly, and found himself huddled in Chen Tianrong's arms.

The little guy dodged in a panic, Chen Tianrong smiled: "Why didn't you react like this when you dragged me away last night?"

yesterday?The wound on the wrist indicated that the weirdness of last night was not a dream, Mingyi sneered and lay back.He closed his eyes, not daring to meet Chen Tianrong's gaze, or even hear the voice of the man in front of him.He was afraid, afraid that the questioning at the next moment would make him have nowhere to escape.

Chen Tianrong didn't ask anything, and he never planned to ask anything.He approached Mingyi, wrapped the little guy in his arms, and comforted him like an elder brother: "Okay, it's all right."

"you--"

"Huh?" Chen Tianrong pretended to be puzzled.

"Want to hear that story?" Ming Yi raised his head and asked, since even this secret is known, it's better to be honest.

"Okay, let's talk."

"Senior Takahashi in the story yesterday was assassinated for spreading anti-war and anti-monarchy remarks. After his death, his daughter was chased and killed, and the person who chased and killed Miss Takahashi was Tian Michiyuichi. Maybe read In keeping with his former friendship, Tian Dao let Miss Takahashi go, and let this intelligence officer valued by the military escape to Wancheng. Originally, this story should have ended here, but 12 years later, Tian Dao was in the process of improving the Jiuyi Owen printing machine. He discovered that there is a general solution to the step-switch type electromechanical encryption device, and this theory was exactly the research direction of his mentor before he was killed. He believed that the daughter of his mentor had accurate data, so he came to Shanghai alone to inquire without telling the military department." Ming Yi said slowly. He took a deep breath and said with emotion: "It's really long."

Chen Tianrong rubbed Mingyi's head, he didn't like the sadness in the little guy's eyes. "Then he didn't get the data and killed Miss Takahashi's family?"

"Basically correct." Mingyi clearly remembered that scene: the fierce words, the sound of swords colliding, the bubbling bright red... "Perhaps Tian Daoxiong felt that he was worthy of my mother by not killing me."

"The past is the past." Chen Tianrong covered up the quilt for Mingyi, a sunny and sunny day, it would be nice to bring out the rotten old things to see the light. "I think back then my father sold my mother to smoke opium, and then he died. Is my life different? So Young Master Ming, everyone has a bitter past, but that is the past."

"No." Mingyi rested his head on Chen Tianrong's chin, and shook it lightly. "Your past is just the past, and mine may repeat itself."

"Ask me to be your big brother, and I won't let similar things happen again."

"Let my brother know, punch your lungs!"

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