The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

To the west of the city, Qi's house, Yunhezhai.

The old elm cabinets lined up block the autumn sun coming from the window, and the desk lamp on the desk is lit up, illuminating the almost white hair of the old man.

He was wearing an old-fashioned blue-black gown, with smooth peach pits hanging from the side of the skirt, and all the deep wrinkles on his face under the twilight were particularly conspicuous. The whole person was undoubtedly old, only his eyes remained the same Like an eagle, it is so sharp that ordinary people dare not look directly at it.

This is the head of Yunchuan Qi family, Qi Miao.

The door of the study was pushed open, but Qi Miao didn't react at all, just let the sound of the wheelchair, from far to near.

"Why is the old man so interested today? Let's take a look at these old things." Qi Mojun's figure finally walked around the bookshelf, although he didn't look very tall because he was sitting in a wheelchair, he brought light into the darkness.

Qi Miao didn't say anything, but tapped on the table with the scroll in his hand, signaling him to come over.

According to his intention, Qi Mojun came to the desk, and then heard Qi Miao's voice:

"Yesterday, I tasted the tea you sent someone to deliver, and I tasted pretty good."

"It's good that the old man is used to drinking." Qi Mojun smiled as usual, but secretly thought too much, since the majority of the Qi family's property was handed over to him, the old man didn't often call him over to show his trust.

"That was sent by the second child." Qi Miao raised his eyes and looked at Qi Mojun through the book case, but his tone was not questioning, it was completely affirmative.

"Yes." Qi Mojun didn't hide anything, and answered calmly: "He personally sent it back a few days ago, saying that he would let the old man taste something new."

"Heh," Qi Miao laughed inexplicably, put the book in his hand aside, and said in a deep voice, "It's just him, everything feels new."

Hearing the anger in Qi Miao's tone, Qi Mojun tentatively said: "The old man also knows that he has always been like this...let him go."

"Let him go?" Qi Miao's eyes penetrated again. Although the person sitting opposite was Qi Mojun, he seemed to be looking at Qi Chensheng through Qi Mojun: "But not all places in this world, he can Gotta go."

"I hear he went to Scholl Church yesterday."

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The appearance of that photo in Lena's room in Lena's church pushed things to another possibility.

The Yang family, there are two ladies?

One of them has obviously become the old lady of the Qi family, what about the other one?Will it be "Lingwen Yang" buried in the churchyard?

Qi Chensheng looked down at the photo, black and white shadows were reflected in his gray broken eyes, he was rubbing the handle of the gentleman's stick, wondering what he was thinking.

Wang Luan raised his head slightly to look at him, and he immediately looked back at Wang Luan. After a while, he took the photo out of the footer made of yellow paper and put it in the pocket of his coat.

"Okay, let's check the canary first."

Wang Luan knew that this matter was far from over, and even just opened a corner of the curtain, but he also agreed with Qi Chensheng's current approach.

After all, right now, all their guesses about the old lady of the Qi family are obtained through unintentional clues. No matter whether further pursuit is needed, the best way is to continue to investigate.

Thinking like this, Wang Luan nodded, and continued to look back at the photo album in his hand.

The time between Miss Yang and Canary was far apart, and many pages were turned in the middle. Gradually, there were more children in the photos, and the Scholl Church began to take in orphans.

That is to say, in the last few pages, on a photo that is not that old compared to before, Wang Luan finally found what he wanted.

It was a group photo of the priest and five or six children. The priest in the photo was very handsome and tall, and his smiling brows and eyes seemed to reveal gentleness and elegance.

Although there was no clear name mark, Wang Luan still subconsciously recognized that he should be that Father Chinon.

This answer was quickly confirmed by Lena: "This is indeed Father Chinon, there are many photos of him in the church, I will not admit it wrong."

Wang Luan listened to Lena's words, but he didn't raise his head, because his eyes were quickly attracted by another person in the photo.

It was a short boy, probably not more than 16 years old, he seemed a little shy, standing behind a wooden piano, only half of his face was exposed.

Even though it was just such a blurry picture, the tattoo under Wang Luan's collarbone was scorching hot as if it was about to burn. He raised his hand to cover it, but the broken golden light overflowed from between his fingers, wandering in the room Floating, finally condensed on the ground next to the photo, and gradually formed a boy who was clearer than the previous few times.

He is not a Chinese, with pale skin and golden hair, his closed eyes slowly opened, revealing light green pupils, wearing a clean white nightgown, and his whole body was enveloped in golden light, Like the morning dew reflected by the first sun.

"What should I call you?" Perhaps because of the connection between them, Wang Luan felt an indescribable intimacy towards the boy, and extended his hand to him.

But the young man who turned into a canary didn't seem to have fully recovered his sanity. He stared blankly at Wang Luan, and then spoke after a while, saying in a very pure voice, "Ian..."

He paused, and tried to say in Chinese again: "They call me... Ian."

As he said that, he also stretched out his hand to Wang Luan, but the moment the fingertips of the two were about to touch, Wang Luan's hand was pulled back by Qi Chensheng.

"Shen Sheng?" Wang Luan was still immersed in the light of the canary turning into a human form, and he couldn't react for a while, but his hand was already tightly held by Qi Chensheng.

"Ian, right?" Qi Chensheng didn't feel guilty, not only held Wang Luan's hand, but also stood behind him, half-hugging him in front of him, and then continued to say to the boy: "How much do you remember about your life?"

Mentioning this, Ian looked even more confused. He shook his head in thought, as if he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Wang Luan changed his mind, and with the hand that was not held by Qi Chensheng, he pushed the photos on the album to him: "Look at this again, can you remember anything?"

Ian's eyes froze for a moment, and he slowly put his hand on the photo, first stroked the wooden piano, and then looked at the handsome priest beside the piano, but his fingertips didn't land there.

"I... want to go somewhere, is that okay?"

He raised his head, looked at Wang Luan, and said his request.

"Of course." Wang Luan had no reason to refuse this, and Qi Chensheng immediately helped him up.

Before the three of them left, they didn't forget to tell Lena to try to find out what happened to Ian in the nuns' room.

Because Ian, shrouded in golden light, was too conspicuous in the dark corridor of the church, Qi Chensheng's cane lightly tapped the ground, and he turned into a canary again, flapping his wings and flying.

At first it flew towards the cemetery behind the church, but just when it saw the thorn bushes outside, it turned around and flew to the other side.

It seemed to be a small forest that no one took care of. From the outside, it seemed that most of them were sycamore trees, but after Qi Chensheng helped Wang Luan go in, he found that there were many nameless shrubs and vines with deep red leaves. The leaves have already fallen with the autumn wind, and there is a thick layer on the ground.

The canary shuttled among them, and it seemed that because of the long time since it was alive, it could not tell the direction. Qi Chensheng was worried after all, so he released the goshawk, which had long been uncontrollable, to accompany it.

In this way, they kept walking into the depths of the woods, until the canary seemed to have found something, and it called a few times lightly, and its small body plunged into a red-leaved bush.

Although there were goshawks following him, Wang Luan was still a little anxious. Enduring the dull pain in his knee, he also walked towards the bush.

There seemed to be a lot of fallen leaves around here. They stepped on it, and it was so soft that there was a rustling sound. But when they were about to approach the bush, they suddenly heard the chirping of goshawks, but Wang Luan hadn't heard it yet. Before he had time to react, he felt that there was nothing under his feet, and the large pile of fallen leaves had sunk.

Fortunately, Qi Chensheng had been supporting him closely, and after the accident, he quickly hugged Wang Luan tightly in his arms, and the two of them were slid to the ground by the falling red leaves.

"Wow--"

More red leaves poured down, Wang Luan leaned against Qi Chensheng's chest, perhaps because the accumulated leaves under them were too thick, they didn't feel any pain, and they landed safely.

"Brother Ninth, are you okay?" Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan and sat up, checking that he was not injured.

Wang Luan wanted to shake his head, but he was still choked by the flying dust and leaned against his shoulder, coughing.It wasn't until this period of time passed that he thought about looking at the surrounding environment.

"Ahem, is this... a tree and vine pit?"

Words are really hard to describe the place they are in right now, it is sunken from the ground, and there are countless layers of fallen leaves piled up in it, and there are countless red leaf vines rising around, and they are staggered in mid-air, like a hollowed-out fence. Canopy.

It is precisely because the leaves of the vines are similar to the leaves of the shrubs that they were not distinguished when they were just on the ground, and they mistakenly thought that the vines extending above were shrubs.

Canary turned into a boy again. He stood on the thick pile of fallen leaves and walked a few steps slowly. Wang Luan wanted to speak, but Qi Chensheng held down his hand and shook him gently twice.

Ian finally came to a few vines and tried to tear them apart, but unfortunately he couldn't.The goshawk flew to his side in good time, grabbed the vine tightly with its sharp and powerful claws, and then flapped its wings vigorously to fly away.

With a sound of rubbing and breaking, the vines were torn off in unison, revealing what was hidden behind them.

It was a piano, the wooden case was decayed, but Wang Luan could still recognize it, it was the one in the photo.

"After the old skin broke...they said they would throw it away," Ian said softly, putting his hands on the piano, as if saying hello to an old friend: "I couldn't bear it, so I hid it here."

As he spoke, he carefully lifted the broken cover of the piano, took out a thick diary from it, held it in his arms, and sent it to Wang Luan.

"Many things... I can't remember clearly, there may be answers here."