In those years of beating the enemy to work

Cheerful tunes sounded from a corner of the restaurant.The man playing the piano lowered his eyebrows and pressed the keys nimbly with his fingertips.This tune sounds somewhat similar to the "Dream Wedding" in my own world, but the tune is more about longing and the sadness of not being able to ask for it.

Mu Ning looked at Mrs. Lauren, who was sitting in the main seat, looked through her, and looked at the wall behind her.

In the photo on the wall, a lady is playing the cello, her eyes are calm, full of immersion and enjoyment.

Got it, musical family.

Mu Ning lowered her head and forked a piece of turkey into her mouth. The smell of black pepper combined with the aroma of passion fruit made her unable to resist taking another bite.

"Patonna, Yucca, Joseburg in 1962..." Kuroro also noticed the paintings on the wall.

"I didn't expect Madam's mother to be the only winner of the World Gelatine Music Competition No.1, the only winner of the Joseburg Award, Ms. Partonna and Yucca. You really look like her." Kuroro smiled. He added, "So is the elegant temperament."

Mrs. Lauren swallowed the bloodshot steak, tapped the corners of her lips with a napkin, and said with a smile, "I'm just like her in temperament. My mother devoted her whole life to music. Although she didn't understand it when she was young And there were fights, but now, she's my pride."

"Madam seems to have experienced a lot to change her mentality to understand mother's dream." Kuroro nodded understandingly, "Then why did Madam learn to paint again? Although "The Map of Hell" has become a famous painting, but If you follow in Ms. Yucca's footsteps and continue to create music, maybe your achievements will be even greater. I think the dead Ms. Yucca will be very happy. Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, just pure Just curious."

"It's okay. Actually, it's not a secret." Mrs. Lauren put down the knife and fork and picked up the goblet on the table, with a little shyness in her eyes, "The reason is my husband Gilga. He likes my paintings and encourages I put the inspiration in my heart on paper.”

She shook the wine glass with a sweet expression: "I am the C major in his heart, like the wind blowing from the valley, making his heart peaceful."

"The relationship between Madam and Sir is so good." Kuroro sincerely sent his blessings, "Please rest assured, I will do my best to cure him."

Mrs. Lauren covered her mouth and smiled delicately: "Thank you very much. Mr. Lu Xilu has a kind heart. I respect you."

She raised her glass to him.

Mu Ning could hear goosebumps all over his body.

"It's me who respects you." Kuroro clinked his glasses happily.

"Ding!"

Hey……

Hypocrisy fucking opens the door to hypocrisy! Hypocrisy is at home!

This concludes the conversation, and it's time for another pleasant meal.At this time, the piano music is entering a cheerful stage, and the lively tunes are jumping in my heart like tadpoles.

Kuroro put the unfinished roasted turkey on his plate on Muning's empty dinner plate, and forked away the broccoli that she pushed to the corner of the plate.

Chew.

The elder brother habitually ate the food left by the younger sister.

night.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with thick golden curtains, and in the open corner of the curtains, a crescent moon hangs above lush rose bushes.The dark green vines surrounded the crescent moon in the sky, the sharp thorns were distinct under the moonlight, and the dark red buds were distributed on the vines, as beautiful as a painting.

"That lady, it feels really strange."

Sitting on the soft four-poster bed, Mu Ning's gaze followed Kuroro's movements.

"Huh? Did Kuni see anything?" Kuroro took off his suit jacket and black vest, and hung them on the hanger at the door.

"What do you see? Ah. She obviously loves her husband, but she is not in a hurry to ask you to treat him. Instead, she asked us to wait for the hell map in three days' time."

"Also, from her words, her husband's attitude towards her..."

It's like deliberately emphasizing it for us to see.

Thinking of the wrought iron gate guarded by bodyguards in the garden after the car entered, Mu Ning's doubts gradually deepened.

"What a weird place," she concludes.

Regarding her conclusion, Kurolo didn't take it seriously: "If the real appearance of the hell map is as shocking as it is written in the book, just grab it."

He poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Mu Ning.

After Mu Ning took it, he was not in a hurry to drink it.

Shaking the water in the glass, she said lightly: "Then it appeared in front of your eyes but disappointed you?"

Kuroro looked down at her and smiled lightly.

"Of course it is destroyed." The two said at the same time.

"I knew..." she muttered.

After drinking the hot water, she stepped into the bathroom.

"By the way." She poked her head out of the bathroom, "Do you want to go and see what they guard at night? Maybe it's the finished map of hell?"

"But it may also be a smoke bomb released by Mrs. Lauren. If it is a trap, the map of hell will not be visible in three days' time."

"Are you so unconfident in your own strength?"

Kuroro, who was wearing a white shirt, shrugged: "I just think it's rare to travel with you. It wouldn't be fun if the mystery is revealed so quickly. Well, hurry up and go to sleep."

"You are really a patient hunter, ah no, you are the leader of the bandits."

Mu Ning retreated to the bathroom.

"Crash..."

After taking a shower, Mu Ning walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.Underfoot is a soft, thick carpet.On the head of the bed, a lotus-like bedside lamp was shining with a dim yellow light.

Outside the light that the light couldn't reach, Kuroro stood quietly in front of the bookshelf.

"What are you doing?"

Kuroro raised his hand and pulled out a book with black letters on a red background from the bookshelf.

"Kuni, here is a copy of "Green's Travels", the one we didn't finish reading when we were young." He turned his head with a smile, and raised the book to Mu Ning childishly, as if he had discovered a treasure.

The image of the little self sitting in the arms of the little Kuroro emerged in Mu Ning's mind.There are no candles or lights on Meteor Street, so the bedtime stories are all read by moonlight.

Of course she remembered the book "Green's Travels".That was Kuroro's trophy.It's a pity that there is no second half of this book, which also disappointed him for three days at that time.

Kuroro flipped through the book in his hand, and said with a nostalgic tone: "I remember that the story was not there when Ge Lie fell into the pigsty while riding a duck. Ah, I found it."

So Mu Ning could only get into the quilt helplessly, sink into the soft pillow, and be the listener of his bedtime story again.

"Glie fell into the pig pen on the farm while riding a duck, and the pig kicked him out..."

Kuroro sat on the other side of the bed, and by the light of the bedside lamp, brought the two of them back to their childhood memories.

Outside the window, a rose in bloom drops a drop of dew.Unknown insects trembled their tentacles and explored the rose field.

Oh, it was eaten by a frog.

After Mu Ning fell asleep, Kuroro closed the book that was still unfinished.

Turning his head, he looked out the window.

The night has been covered with a veil of mystery.The night was silent.The breeze blows through the flowers in the garden, peonies, violets and evening mist tremble slightly.In the house, there was no sign of Kuroro.

"Hey Ola, let's go over there for a cigarette."

"Okay. Nobody's coming at night anyway."

Of the four bodyguards, two left.

Kurolo moved his long legs, and quickly ran into the mysterious wrought iron gate before the rest of the bodyguards could react.

"Ruili, it's really windy tonight."

Outside the door, a bodyguard raised his hat and complained to the other.

"Yes." The bodyguard shrugged.

"Da da da……"

In the dark corridor, the stairs went all the way down. After walking for about 5 minutes, Kuroro finally walked down the last step.

"clatter."

Empty space, brightly lit.

Kuroro walked out of the darkness with his hands in his pockets, looked at the map of hell not far away, and raised his chin slightly.

"I see."

His voice of interest echoed in the empty underground palace.

When the needle pointed to twelve midnight, Kuroro returned to the room with a chill.

"Click."

The three-meter-high door was closed, blocking the light in the corridor.

He gently picked up the quilt on the ground and covered his sleeping sister with it.