The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

After Qi Chensheng carried Wang Luan back to the room, he planned to find some food, or contact He Chengdong to bring food in.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps down the spiral staircase, he saw a man dressed as a priest leaning against the window, flipping through a heavy old book.

The man looked very young, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the black eyes behind the lenses set off the foreign white skin, but it didn't make people feel abrupt, but had a bit of elegance.

The sycamore tree next to the window happened to be carried by the autumn wind into a few golden leaves, which floated between the pages of the young man's book, causing him to take it off with a smile.

Qi Chensheng's gray and remnant eyes drooped slightly, and all these scenes fell into his eyes completely, as if reminding him of some old dreams.

He suddenly didn't want to fetch anything, he just wanted to turn around and go back quickly, to see if the person in his dream was really staying in the small room of the church, waiting for him to go back.

But at this moment, the young priest under the stairs suddenly said, "Second Young Master Qi, is that you?"

Qi Chensheng didn't want to talk to him, and when he was about to reply perfunctorily, the hand that was rubbing the gentleman's staff paused for a moment, letting him temporarily suppress the unbearable thought in his heart that he wanted to return to Wang Luan's side.

After a while, he looked up at the young priest in front of him again, and said lightly, "Yes."

Although Qi Chensheng didn't say much, the young priest was very happy, put away the book in his hand, and looked up at him happily: "I've heard people say that you have been in the church, and you have never dared to disturb me. ..."

"You must not remember me, my name is Feng Jia... 13 years ago, the snow disaster occurred in the winter, thanks to you and the young master gave us a lot of things, otherwise I would have frozen to death on the street."

Feng Jia spoke earnestly, but to Qi Chensheng, it was just a vague shadow, he thought about it briefly and said: "It seems that there is such a thing."

"It was the eldest brother who saw that someone was struggling, so he took me to help. If you want to thank him, you should thank him."

Feng Jia's face froze, but she quickly covered it up, and walked up the stairs to narrow the distance between the two of them: "I want to thank the young master, but I also want to thank you..."

"I survived that winter before being found by my foreign father and brought back to China... But I can never forget you... and the kindness of the young master, so I returned to Yunchuan."

When it came to this point, Qi Chensheng wanted to test it out, but he didn't want to listen any more.

The gentleman's staff in his hand tapped on the wooden stairs, deliberately and impatiently interrupting Feng Jia's words, his gray eyes reflected the sycamore tree full of golden leaves outside the window, and said indifferently and as if warning:

"I helped you out of kindness back then. Now that you are a priest, you can pass on this kindness to me and my elder brother."

"And don't have anything to do with me personally, and don't listen to someone's words and go the wrong way."

"Second Young Master Qi!" Feng Jia was also a smart person, and immediately understood the meaning of Qi Chensheng's words, and was eager to turn around, but Qi Chensheng didn't give him a chance, turned around and left without hesitation.

The sycamore leaves were blown in by the autumn wind again, and Feng Jia stood there, at a loss for a long time.

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Wang Luan, who stayed in the room, naturally did not know what happened on the stairs. His body was not in good health, and now his energy was also very low. After Qi Chensheng went out, he leaned against the bed and fell asleep for some reason.

When Qi Chensheng came back, what he saw was Wang Luan's deep sleep.

He walked lightly to the bed, bent down and stared at Wang Luan's quiet eyes.On the stairs just now, the moment he saw Feng Jia, he was really fascinated, because under the sycamore leaves and the mottled light from the window, he seemed to see Wang Luan seven years ago.

Also in that kind of autumn sun, and also under the falling golden leaves, holding a thick book in his hand, he raised his head to him, showing clean and young eyes, nodding his head and smiling slightly.

"Ninth brother..." Qi Chensheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, he squeezed onto the narrow bed, stroked Wang Luan's body with both hands, hugged him tightly, then lowered his head infatuatedly and regretfully, sniffing the scattered Hair strands, kissing Wang Luan's haggard face bit by bit.

In a haze, Wang Luan felt Qi Chensheng's familiar breath and kiss, and struggled to open his eyes, but found that he was already lying in his arms.

"Shen Sheng...?"

He opened his mouth suspiciously, but he could barely call out the other party's name, and Qi Chensheng kissed his lips.

Immediately after that came the lingering demands, which almost took away all Wang Luan's breath. He subconsciously embraced Qi Chensheng's neck, but provoked a deeper aggression between his lips and tongue.

"Ninth Brother—"

"Ninth Brother—"

Qi Chensheng kept whispering in Wang Luan's ear in the fragmented intervals, but he was reluctant to leave him for half a minute, as if he wanted to kiss all the skins that touched him.

This kind of kiss seemed to exhaust all of Wang Luan's strength, and it would never end. It was not until he seemed to be drowning in it that Qi Chensheng let him go, letting him lean into his arms, breathing slowly.

"Ahem, what's... what's wrong with you?" Wang Luan rested his fingertips on Qi Chensheng's chest, unable to even cough and pant intermittently.

Qi Chensheng patted him to comfort him, and brought water into Wang Luan's mouth, and said after a long time: "It's nothing, I just suddenly missed Brother Nine again."

"Miss me?" Wang Luan noticed something, but he didn't expose it. He just breathed lightly in Qi Chensheng's arms, closed his eyes and whispered: "I'm by your side all day now, won't Chen Sheng get tired?"

Qi Chensheng lowered his head again, brushed the tip of his nose against Wang Luan's neck, sniffed the faint sandalwood, and kissed his side face: "How can you get tired..."

Wang Luan raised his head, and let him kiss obediently, and caressed Qi Chensheng's face with his thin hands.

He didn't ask any more, because he knew that Qi Chensheng would give him the answer——

During that lunch, it was Qi Chensheng who sent a message to He Chengdong with the Bone Butterfly in the end, asking him to bring up some food.

After the two casually ate, they hugged each other and took a rest for a while. When they woke up again, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Although the incident happened at noon, the matter of Canary has not been resolved after all. Qi Chensheng thought about something darkly, but on the surface he remained calm, accompanied Wang Luan in the church, and continued to search for Ian's body.

It was not as smooth as before, this time their progress was relatively slow, and all the known clues were in front of them, but these were of no further use for the time being.

After another search, the eager thoughts of the two of them gradually calmed down.

After all, like Sister Tim, those who know the past and are very familiar with the church have not found Ian's body for so many years.

That can only show that the body is either hidden in an unexpected place, or it is in a place that no one knows at all.

Passing the promenade next to the main hall of the church again, the evening sky is still clear, and the autumn sun that is close to the western mountain is shining down, gently shining on the busy nuns.

Qi Chensheng paid close attention to Wang Luan's body all the time, and before he could show his fatigue, he pulled someone to sit on the side of the corridor and rubbed his knees lightly.

Wang Luan was a little helpless, but he couldn't resist him, so he could only straighten out his mind and casually looked at the grass opposite.

With just one glance, he saw Lena in a white trainee dress.At this moment, she is working with a middle-aged nanny to push and pull a somewhat worn-out wooden cart, which seems to be carrying a heavy wine barrel.

Suddenly, the middle-aged nanny exclaimed, it turned out that the left wheel of the wooden cart had cracked, and the wine barrel suddenly tilted down, and it was about to hit her.

Lena hurried to help it, but it was a pity that the wine barrel was too heavy, and with the strength of the two of them, they could only force it to lean against the side of the car, and it might fall down at any time.

Seeing that the situation was really bad, Wang Luan couldn't help but turned his head and patted Qi Chensheng's hand, frowned and said: "Shen Sheng, you can go and help, I think the two of them are about to lose their strength."

Qi Chensheng also noticed Lena and the others, and was willing to help if it wasn't a big deal, but before leaving, he didn't forget to ask: "Brother Ninth, don't wander around, call me if you need anything, and I'll be right back."

Wang Luan nodded, fearing that the nuns would not be able to hold on, so he urged him to go quickly.

Qi Chensheng came to the grass, and first worked with Lena and the others to move the wine barrel to the wooden cart, but seeing that the two of them could no longer transport the wine away, looking back to see that Wang Luan was still sitting there safe and sound, then Under Lena's begging, she squatted down and simply repaired the wooden car.

At this moment, Feng Jia came over with some tools from nowhere, and stood not too far behind Qi Chensheng, without saying a word, just helping him pass the things at the right time.

Qi Chensheng didn't want to have any contact with him, but seeing that he didn't really lean over, he didn't give Feng Jia half a look, and just quickened the movements in his hands.

On the other side, although Wang Luan was far away, it was enough to see the situation on the grass clearly.

Although Feng Jia only turned sideways, revealing most of her face, Wang Luan couldn't help being stunned just like Qi Chensheng at noon.

"It's nice to be young—" A sigh with a smile sounded behind him, and Wang Luan didn't need to look back to know that it was Wang Mingsheng.

He was vigilantly preparing to summon Canary, his usually gentle and beautiful eyes seemed to be frozen suddenly, and his voice was extremely cold: "What do you want to do again?"

"Don't be so hostile," Wang Mingsheng walked to Wang Luan's side with a smile, trying to make his expression look loving: "How can I say it, I also watched you grow up."

"As 'Father', I am willing to forgive you for killing me."

Wang Luan didn't say a word, apparently he wouldn't believe a word he said.

But Wang Mingsheng still smiled, and continued in a chatty tone, "Look, if I'm still alive... I should be very old, after all, even you are no longer young."

He turned his head to look at Feng Jia on the grass, and the smile in his words was even bigger: "Are you envious? That child looks so much like you, like the way you tried to pretend seven years ago in order to get close to Qi Chensheng."

Wang Luan's eyes also fixed on Feng Jia, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The more he was like this, the more pleasure in Wang Mingsheng's heart became more churning: "Look at how clean he is. Under the teaching of God, he has the most beautiful youth, which is enough to attract the person he wants."

"And my child, what about you? You may not have reached the age of old age, but you are so sick that you have nothing left. It's really pitiful."

Wang Luan was still silent, but after hearing Wang Mingsheng's more wanton ridicule, he chuckled lightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Mingsheng turned to look at him, but Wang Luan also raised his head, and said flatly: "It's nothing, I just understand... Your purpose is actually to make me feel bad, right?"

At first, Wang Luan guessed that there would be some kind of conspiracy by Wang Mingsheng tossing out such a person.But now that Wang Mingsheng came to him like this, after saying these words, he relaxed instead.

"Wang Mingsheng, you still can't let go of the fact that I killed you, so you're trying to torture me, right?"

Wang Mingsheng did not deny it, and looked at Wang Luan with interest, wanting to get the pain he wanted from his face.

But Wang Luan's expression didn't change a bit. Instead, he looked at him and asked with a sneer, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Qi Chensheng?"

"So what if I tell you," Wang Mingsheng shook his head, put the cross in his hand on his chest, and said casually, "He didn't trust me before, and he can't kill me now."

"My child, you still haven't grown much."

"Really?" Wang Luan turned his sparrow-like eyes, and stopped looking at him, but stroked the crimson stone ring on his hand, and said in a low voice: "That's really - I've let you down."

"However, I won't let Patriarch you down for too long."

After speaking, he stood up while supporting the pillars beside the corridor, and shouted towards the grass in the distance: "Shen Sheng, come here for a moment—"