The life of Ke Xue, a tenth-level scholar in Sakamoto

Sakura Qianlu hesitated.

Butler Sakamoto ignored her hesitation this time, but bent slightly towards her, and stretched out a hand to signal: "Miss Nohara, please."

Ying Qianlu could only bite the bullet and came to the bedside slowly.

The black curtains on the bed seemed to sense the thoughts of the owner, and intelligently opened to both sides automatically, and the face of the person on the bed was completely presented in front of Ying Qianlu's eyes.

Ying Qianlu couldn't help but quietly sucked in a breath of cold air.

The owner of the castle is old, old and flabby.

His torso, especially his abdomen, is high and bulging, with a large amount of fat and ascites accumulated, but his limbs are scrawny and thin.The whole person looked like a dying frog.

Colorful tubes are inserted in various parts of his body, delivering nutrients into it.

He wears a strangely shaped respirator over his face, and what seems to be another device attached to the respirator.

"Qianlu..."

He called Ying Qianlu, but his vocal cords were severely damaged, and he only made an extremely slight gasp.

But the device attached to the respirator accurately recorded what he wanted to say, and reproduced his words in real time through the machine next to him.

"You really look like her."

The director of the castle opened a pair of cloudy black eyes and looked at Yingqianlu blankly, as if he was remembering someone through her.

Ying Qianlu: "...she?"

"Yes." Tears flashed faintly in the castle owner's eyes, "Your... great-grandmother, my wife. You are almost carved out of the same mold as her when she was young."

Sakura Qianlu: "!"

Her great-grandmother?

She vaguely remembered that her grandfather, who died ten years ago, had always regarded himself as an orphan to the outside world, and it was not impossible for someone to come to him suddenly to recognize his relatives...

Judging by the determined attitude of the director of the castle, it seems that he has already experienced DNA.So, could this be her grandfather's father, her great-grandfather? !

The amount of information was too much, Ying Qianlu was shocked and speechless for a while.

But the old man misunderstood Ying Qianlu's silence.

"Qianlu, are you still unwilling to accept me?" The old man smiled wryly, his eyes fell on the void, and he muttered to himself, "That's right, I did something like that back then, and you should forgive me if you don't want to forgive me." ..."

Sakura Qianlu: "?"

What kind of thing is that?Is it too much?It actually involved the original unforgiveness or something.

And, why do you say "you"?Who else but her?

Ying Qianlu was a little at a loss, not knowing whether to maintain the "unforgive" persona, or to comfort him a few words.

Although the appearance of this old gentleman looks really weird, but ignoring his tubes all over his body and his uncoordinated figure, his lonely and melancholy eyes, matched with his pitiful and gray hair, still looks pretty good pitiful.

But before Ying Qianlu struggled to a conclusion, the old man had already adjusted his emotions.

"Qianlu, don't pity me. I have done a lot of sins in my life, and I am already very satisfied that you are willing to come to see me this time."

There was a slight melancholy in the old man's eyes, "You should think about what I told you last time. I'll wait for your answer."

"……Um."

Ying Qianlu nodded with difficulty.

There was so much information, she seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

Ying Qianlu finally left with a box of pastries, which was said to be her great-grandmother's favorite pastry.

The car on the return journey was replaced by another one.

Sitting in her black Bentley, she noticed a small logo on the bottom of the food container.

It was a pattern of a very vicious crow.

Sakura Qianlu was thoughtful.

She remembered seeing this pattern many times in the castle.She just felt that this pattern should be very iconic and representative.

But she doesn't have any impression of this pattern in her memory.

So Ying Qianlu searched online, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

This icon is said to be the crest of the Karasuma family, the richest man in Japan!

Sakura Qianlu was shocked!

When did the richest man change?

Needless to say, it must be a chain reaction brought about by the fusion of worlds.

She searched for information on the Karasuma family again.

It is said on the Internet that the Karasuma family is the head of the four major families in Japan. It has been passed down for nearly a thousand years and involves many fields such as real estate, finance, medicine, and the Internet.

The known head of the Karasuma family is Renye Karasuma, but he passed his 40th birthday [-] years ago.

Although no specific obituary was released at the time, everyone agreed that Renye Karasuma had passed away.The subsequent successors of the Karasuma family did not leave any names or traces.

It's a family that upholds mysticism.

Sakura Qianlu has a headache.

It should be a happy thing to become a poor relative of the richest man by accident, but the backgrounds of her mother and grandfather seem rather complicated.

Also, is the person she rescued Mr. Karasuma?

Ying Qianlu thought for a while, and tentatively sent a message to Nohara Hiroshi: "Uncle, I have met that gentleman, and he is on his way back now. The gentleman seems to be in very bad health, and he can't even get up in bed. Not coming."

Nohara Hiroshi replied quickly: "Oh, when I saw him, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and he could still walk a few steps on his own tremblingly with a cane. Presumably the gun battle at that time still caused damage to his body. It must have a certain influence, after all, he is an elderly person."

Shootout?

Ying Qianlu's heart trembled.

Hiroshi Nohara revealed before that she rescued someone from a sniper rifle. It seems that Mr. Karasuma was undoubtedly the one she rescued.

So, after the fusion of the world, she rescued her great-grandfather very unexpectedly, and because she looks very similar to her great-grandmother, Mr. Karasuma instantly recognized her as the great-granddaughter living outside...

Ying Qianlu's head couldn't help but three black lines fell up and down.

Hehe, this plot is really bloody and clichéd.

But having said that, since the two worlds are independent, how did her mother in another world meet her father in this world and give birth to herself?

Maybe world fusion also needs an opportunity?Her grandfather or her mother broke through the dimension, is this the opportunity?And the reason why she became the only one whose memory has not been perfected is also related to this aspect?

"Squeak-"

The black Bentley stopped at the door of Yingqianlu's apartment.

"Thank you. Sorry to trouble you today."

After Ying Qianlu thanked the driver, she carried the food box into the elevator.

In the confined space, the milky aroma of pastries in the food box continuously entered Yingqianlu's nostrils.

Ying Qianlu swallowed.

She used her brain too much just now, and now she seems a little hungry.

Ying Qianlu hurried back home, turned on the light, walked to the dining table, and carefully opened the food box.

On the first layer of the food box are several pieces of delicate and lovely chestnut fruits, which are arranged in a very beautiful shape.

Ying Qianlu couldn't wait to use a fork to insert a piece of chestnut gold ball in the center.

The soft, smooth and slightly cool chestnut paste melts in the mouth, and the milky aroma lingers in the mouth for a long time, but the sweetness is not high, just right, and does not make people feel too sweet.

Sakura Qianlu narrowed her eyes happily.

She also inserted a piece of Kolin Chrysanthemum in the upper left corner with a touch of cherry blossom powder. The outer crust is pink and elastic, very chewy, and the inside is filled with soft, sweet and fine white bean paste. Two completely different tastes Stacked together, double the fun!

Yingqianlu took one bite at a time, inserted the last piece of red bean and chestnut yokan, and was just about to stuff it into her mouth, but suddenly heard a "click".

Ying Qianlu's movements suddenly stopped.

She heard this voice just this morning...

It's the sound of a bullet being loaded!

Why does this kind of thing happen to her when she stays at home?Twice a day is a bit too much, right?

Ying Qianlu raised her head slowly, and saw the muzzle of the black gun pointed at her head.

And the man with the pistol...

Seeing the person's face clearly, Ying Qianlu's eyes widened in shock.

He was dressed in a black windbreaker, tall and tall, with long silver-white hair, wolf-like green eyes, a cruel and cruel expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain.

This, isn't this the childhood nightmare gin? !

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