This wait is one night.
Those ugly and ferocious faces have been looked at for a long time, and slowly they have become numb. The two girls were exhausted, and when they suddenly relaxed, they immediately became sleepy, but they didn't dare to sleep, for fear that another supernatural event would happen and it would be too late to run.
Hang Qing couldn't help but say, "you can all rest, I'll help you watch."
Both Le Tong and Ruan Ying showed moved expressions, but they both opened their mouths and prepared to refuse. Looking at Su Lingshui's appearance, it's almost as if they came to guard him...
"You're here to watch?" Before they could speak, Fu Yunjing laughed out loud: "I'll watch it with you."
Hang Qing was waiting for Fu Yunjing to come to the door by himself, he nodded: "OK."
Le Tong opened his mouth and wanted to refuse.
Yin Jiayan said, "Conserving physical strength at this time is the most sensible way."
The two girls also knew that their physical strength was not enough. Although they felt embarrassed at this time, they still obediently leaned on the sofa and went to sleep. The carpet on the ground was very calm, and there were no faces floating out. It seemed that they didn't need to use their butts to sit.
Hang Qing lazily walked to the tatami and fell asleep.
Fu Yunjing glanced at Yin Jiayan: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yin Jiayan looked at Hang Qing: "I'm not at ease."
Fu Yunjing regained his composure, and said lightly, "You can take turns guarding."
Yin Jiayan was relieved immediately, and leaned on the sofa, and was about to fall asleep in that position. Hang Qing glanced at him. If you sleep in this position, do you still need your neck the next day? Moreover, when everyone rested during the day, Yin Jiayan didn't seem to sleep, right
Hang Qing patted the empty space beside him: "come here to rest."
Yin Jiayan opened his eyes and was stunned: "Me?"
"Um."
Yin Jiayan paused. Just when Hang Qing thought he was embarrassed to come over, Yin Jiayan suddenly stood up and walked to the tatami. "It's offended." Yin Jiayan said that before he took off his defenses and lay down on his back.
Fu Yunjing: "..."
Fu Yunjing could only lean on the sofa, curling up his long legs aggrieved. After leaning on the sofa, Fu Yunjing instinctively glanced in Hang Qing's direction, but the other party didn't look at him at all. Fu Yunjing's gaze couldn't help but slid down, only then did he notice that the boy had been wearing nightgowns all the time. He was lying beside the boy before, so he hadn't looked at it so clearly and intently.
And now...
Because of the fact that he was lying on his back, the nightgown on his body fell down, and the belt around his waist restrained the nightgown. At least he didn't let the boy's big white legs show. But even so, from Fu Yunjing's point of view, the young man's appearance still revealed a bit of seductive flavor. How could anyone like to wear a nightgown like this all the time
Fu Yunjing's breathing became a little unnatural.
Looking so good and dressed like this... It's a perfect same-sex object.
"Why are you looking at me?" Hang Qing suddenly opened his eyes.
Fu Yunjing was stunned for a moment, and then he realized his absence: "Curiosity." Fu Yunjing said calmly and calmly.
Hang Qing didn't ask any more questions. It's normal to be curious. Anyone who enters a haunted castle on a rainy day and sees a young man living alone in it cannot help but be curious, even suspicious.
But although Hang Qing didn't ask, Fu Yunjing said to himself: "Why are you always wearing pajamas?"
Hang Qing thought for a while: "because there are many."
"Too much?" Fu Yunjing raised his eyebrows, obviously confused.
"Well, it's all in the closet." Hang Qing said calmly.
But Fu Yunjing looked at his indifferent and beautiful face, and vaguely felt that there must be something hidden behind him.
Of course, it couldn't be some ghost story. Maybe it has something to do with this teenager's special hobby
Fu Yunjing fell into deep thought again.
This Hang Qing also suddenly received a prompt: "The villain's favorability is increased by 15 points." Hang Qing vaguely understood why the system would choose such an identity for him. For the character of Fu Yunjing, nothing catches his eye more than something mysterious. Then when Hang Qing turned into a ghost, Fu Yunjing was destined to be full of curiosity about him.
Hang Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed it back. With Fu Yunjing's character, the more he took the initiative to provoke him, the more he would lose his favorability. So... let's stay cool. In this way, Hang Qing also felt very relaxed.
Hang Qing closed his eyes again.
When Fu Yunjing looked at the other party again, he saw that the other party was lying there peacefully, without any intention of opening his eyes. At that moment, Fu Yunjing actually felt a little regretful. He smoked a cigarette and lit a lighter for a long time, but no fire came out. Fu Yunjing could only frown and put the cigarette and lighter back again, with an unclear tone: "And he said he would watch... Succeed! Sigh."
The faces on the walls were still twisting, and the lights in the tea room seemed to dim gradually. Fu Yunjing's heart seemed to be frozen at this moment, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Such guards are so boring.
Fu Yunjing couldn't help but looked at Hang Qing again, and looked at it... The sky seemed to light up suddenly. The rain outside has also gradually subsided. Bright light entered the tea room, and the walls returned to calm. The whole tea room was so quiet that only the slight sound of breathing remained, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
Fu Yunjing's eyes flashed, and there was a vague guess.
The others woke up one after another.
"Are you okay?" Le Tong was stunned and got up from the sofa.
When Yin Jiayan heard the movement, he immediately got up. He frowned, and the abstinence and seriousness on his body became a little stronger: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Hang Qing guessed that they had guessed it too, so he simply said it openly: "this ancient castle will have different changes sooner or later."
"Morning represents a new student. After noon, everything begins to decay? Why do ghosts and ghosts start to come out at this time? The old castle is haunted?" Fu Yunjing grabbed the words and fixed his eyes on Hang Qing.
"Yes." Hang Qing said lightly.
"Why didn't you say it before?" Fu Yunjing's eyes tightened.
"You come to a place, but I tell you that this place is haunted, and it will change sooner or later..." Hang Qing did not change his face.
Le Tong interjected: "Ordinary people may think that you are sick... Cough, of course we don't think so!"
"So, it's the most appropriate time to say it."
Fu Yunjing's eyes fell on his lips, and he said with a smile, "The tongue is like a reed."
Hang Qing always felt that these four words had a different flavor to him, as if there were deeper meanings wrapped in them.
Le Tong's voice broke the awkward atmosphere: "Ruan Ying seems to have a fever..."
"It's too cold on the sofa. I should get her a blanket last night." Hang Qing said, approaching Ruan Ying with her eyes closed: "take her to the bedroom, there is no antipyretic here, it's a little troublesome."
Fu Yunjing pushed him away: "It's just you, can you hold someone up?" When the voice fell, Ruan Ying was picked up. Fu Yunjing also turned his head to look at Hang Qing, and that look was somewhat mocking.
Hang Qing turned his face away immediately.
Fu Yunjing seemed to love his reaction, and the smile on his face couldn't help but deepen.
"Thin-skinned..." Fu Yunjing let out a low laugh before leaving the tea room.
Le Tong smiled and went out with Hang Qing: "Mr. Su rarely dealt with people before, right?"
"Um."
"No wonder..." Le Tong sighed, "I really want to write a protagonist like Mr. Su!"
Hang Qing thought for a while.
Like him, he can only play a supporting role. Gotta be the opposite.
Hang Qing smiled lightly: "I have nothing to write about."
Le Tong was stunned when he saw his smile. The more indifferent and alienated people were, the more irresistible they were when they laughed. She couldn't help but whisper: "How come? There's too much to write about. The mysterious boy in the castle..." The more Le Tong thought about it, the more excited she became, but she didn't realize that if it was in her writing, it would be A villain's standard configuration.
The way they traveled has returned to normal.
The ancient castle returned to its original, simple and beautiful appearance, and Le Tong couldn't help saying, "It's so beautiful."
Yin Jiayan frowned unconsciously when he heard this sentence behind, but he felt that this place was extremely ugly, which was an instinctive feeling. What will a haunted house like this look like once the illusion is removed? Yin Jiayan's eyes fell on Hang Qing unconsciously. As for this person, will he change
In an instant, Yin Jiayan felt a little regret and reluctance.
But when he looked back and felt it carefully, Yin Jiayan felt that it was a bit baffling.
Probably... it is probably just the cherishing that people instinctively cherish for beautiful things.
Yes, it is like that.
This Letong is still happily thinking about what kind of plot can he write if he takes a teenager as the protagonist.
Hang Qing suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Yin Jiayan asked from behind.
"Nothing." Hang Qing lowered his eyes. This castle is under his control, but Hang Qing is too lazy to control it, so he intends to let it go through the plot quietly. But just now, he felt that the castle was faintly out of his control. Is it because Fu Yunjing did it
Hang Qing suddenly remembered last night. After everyone else fell asleep, Fu Yunjing said faintly, "...boring."
Fu Yunjing disliked that the tricks played in the castle were not interesting enough, so he decided to play a big one himself? Isn't that why the villain decided to play dead male and female protagonists? Hang Qing thought it was a bit ridiculous, but on second thought, with the setting of a supernatural world, it's not ridiculous. The ghosts and victims in many ghost movies don't even have half a cent. As long as you come, I will definitely kill you. This has become a law. Probably only Chinese ghost legends pay attention to a person who has revenge and revenge.
Hang Qing returned to normal and continued to walk: "go and see Ruan Ying first."
"Yes!" Le Tong responded, and quickly stepped up.
They quickly turned into the bedroom.
Fu Yunjing sat on a chair, and immediately raised his head when he heard their footsteps: "Here?"
Le Tong glanced at the bedroom: "it seems that we haven't been to this room before." Le Tong turned around and asked Hang Qing: "Can I take a look? I want to find clues." After that, Le Tong was embarrassed smiled.
"Can."
Le Tong immediately looked for her in the room. Fu Yunjing sat there without moving, but said lightly: "I already gave her medicine while you were dawdling. I brought a medicine bag."
Looking at Fu Yunjing's calm posture, Hang Qing reacted instantly, Fu Yunjing should have turned over the room.
Sure enough, Le Tong turned over and found nothing. She walked back in despair and whispered, "We don't know if we can get out of here now?"
Yin Jiayan took the initiative to say, "I'll go take a look."
A few big words appeared in Hang Qing's heart-too naive.
Since this is a supernatural world, the supernatural routine will not allow them to leave this world.
Sure enough, when Ruan Ying gradually woke up, Yin Jiayan came back with a sullen face: "...the road was washed away by the heavy rain, and there were some landslides." Going down the mountain at this time was tantamount to asking for a dead end. Of course, when they stay here, they are mostly played to death.
Le Tong murmured: "The standard ending... In all detective articles and horror films, there must be a place where it can't connect to the outside world. If there is a phone, the line must be disconnected. If there is a mobile phone, there must be no signal. . If there is a bridge, it must be broken. We are going to give away people... "
Yin Jiayan clenched her brows and did not speak. As soon as Ruan Ying woke up, she heard such a sentence, and was almost scared to faint again on the spot.
Fu Yunjing looked relaxed, and he even smiled: "Mr. Su must have a solution, right? Mr. Su has lived here for so long, and of course he will protect us firmly. What are you worried about?"
Le Tong opened his mouth, looked at Hang Qing's appearance, and fell silent.
Yin Jiayan's expression became more obvious, he raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Su is not well, how can you protect us?"
"How long have you lived here?" Fu Yunjing turned to ask Hang Qing.
"It's been too long, I don't know." Hang Qing's attitude was cold.
Fu Yunjing wasn't angry either. Instead, he smiled and suddenly took out something from behind. It was an album with a slightly mottled shell: "Can I have a look?" Fu Yunjing asked Hang Qing.
"Um."
Le Tong was dumbfounded: "What is this? Senior, did you find it?"
Fu Yunjing's fingers were long and slender, he opened the album easily, his knuckled fingers landed on the black mottled envelope, a little indescribably sexy. Le Tong blushed when he saw it. But Hang Qing frowned unconsciously. When Fu Yunjing opened the album, his little finger curled up unconsciously. This scene overlapped with a person's habit in a trance.
Song Puzhi has this habit.
But that's because he injured his little finger in his early years, and later developed the habit of curling up like this.
Hang Qing frowned. Why do you keep thinking of another person? Is he too sensitive
At this time, the album had been opened, revealing the yellowed inner pages. However, the strange thing is that it is not the photos that catch the eye, but the large and small newspaper clippings. They were all cut out from different newspapers and magazines, and both sides were full of stickers.
Le Tong's eyes lit up: "This is the classic clue assist in the horror decryption game!"
Fu Yunjing tapped the upper right corner: "The talented young painter won the first prize of the Xinya Cup." There were also news pictures that were cut out. The newspaper is of course black and white, so the cutout pictures are not clear, but you can still see the young man standing in it, holding a trophy in his hand, his eyes drooping slightly, and a shy smile on his face.
"Yes... Mr. Su?" Le Tong exclaimed, then got closer. Even Yin Jiayan couldn't help but take two steps forward.
"Is this the moment that Mr. Su collected the award?" Le Tong asked with a smile.
Hang Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak. Fu Yunjing had already spoken first. He looked up at Hang Qing and said in a low voice, "You didn't collect it."
Le Tong was slightly surprised: "Ah? Isn't it?"
Fu Yunjing clicked on the corner of the album: "Here are comments. Look at this word... it's too strong. It's not like a gentle person like Mr. Su can write it. Am I right?" After speaking, Fu Yunjing said again. I looked at Hang Qing.
Le Tong looked at the two of them. If she remembers correctly, it seems that every time the senior talks to Mr. Su, Mr. Su is indifferent and unwilling to pay attention to him, right? Does the senior even think that Mr. Su is a gentle person? But think about it, Mr. Su seems to be really a kind-hearted person who has helped them a lot...
"It's not mine." Hang Qing said.
Fu Yunjing turned another page, and there were still newspaper clippings that were densely pasted behind.
Le Tong couldn't help but stunned: "Mr. Su has won many awards..."
Yin Jiayan suddenly stared at the album tightly and said in a low voice, "I have seen your art exhibition."
Hang Qing raised his eyebrows.
A different color appeared on Yin Jiayan's serious face, he took two more steps forward, and said in a low voice, "That was six years ago... I was very fortunate to have participated in your art exhibition. But after that, there was no Got your message."
Le Tong was already speechless: "Six years ago? Mr. Su is sixteen years old? How amazing!"
"After that, only your paintings came out, but you never attended any events."
Hang Qing didn't speak.
Yin Jiayan looked at the other party's indifferent appearance, and was a little disappointed for some reason.
Fu Yunjing ticked off the clippings attached to the album, and flipped back. The clippings at the back are getting clearer. The Su Lingshui interviewed in the magazine was probably because he was still young at that time, so he blushed easily, and the one captured was a little bit of crimson on his face. He was wearing a white suit, sitting on the sofa, holding a small book in his hand. Because he was slightly nervous, the book was slightly deformed by pinching.
At that time, Su Lingshui looked like a little prince.
Seeing this, Le Tong finally felt that something was wrong: "Why... Why would someone collect Mr. Su's information like this? So much, it feels like nothing has been missed. Are you a fanatical fan?"
Hang Qing shook his head, but said nothing.
"A fanatic?" Fu Yunjing sneered: "Even a fanatic is scary, right? All your every move falls in the eyes of the other party. Don't you feel like a man on your back?"
"A lot of food circles are like this..."
Fu Yunjing didn't speak, but just flipped back again, this time he flipped a little faster, many pages were swept away, and he turned directly to the second half of the entire album.
"My God!" Le Tong exclaimed.
The top is densely replaced by photos.
Some were found online and printed out, while others...looked like candid shots. Standing on the left, walking and lying down, eating, sleeping, talking, painting... There are different scenes and different postures.
Even paparazzi can't do that. What's more, Su Lingshui is not a celebrity in the entertainment industry, who would have so many photos of him
Fu Yunjing tapped twice: "Will the rice circle also play like this?"
"No, no." Le Tong's face was in a trance, and before she recovered from the shock, she blurted out, "Is this a pervert?" After speaking, Le Tong couldn't help but look at Hang Qing again, as if For fear of saying something wrong and offending Hang Qing.
In contrast, Hang Qing's appearance is much calmer.
Only then did Le Tong slowly let go of his heart.
However, Fu Yunjing took a deep look at Hang Qing, and then turned back, but after turning over a few pages, he snapped the album in his hand. Both Le Tong and Yin Jiayan were slightly stunned. Fu Yunjing said lightly: "There's nothing to see in the back."
Le Tong died of curiosity, but in front of Hang Qing, she didn't dare to ask.
Hang Qing reached out and took away the photo album.
This is not mentioned in the original plot, which is normal. After all, this ghost is just a small cannon fodder in the old castle. Except for dedicating his power when defeating the boss, other times there are very few scenes. So Hang Qing knows very little. Hang Qing flipped through the album curiously.
Fu Yunjing said: "This man has been observing you for a year, don't you notice it? No..." Fu Yunjing frowned: "Since this album is not yours, how could it be here?"
Hang Qing was looking down at the album, and when he turned to the back part, Hang Qing suddenly understood why Fu Yunjing's reaction was so fierce just now, and he directly buttoned the album. He was still slow before.
The back is still a candid photo of him.
It's just that in comparison, the one in the front is wearing clothes, and the one in the back is more like a candid shot from the bathroom. Hang Qingduo felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it. And there are two girls here, of course they can't be seen.
Hang Qing threw the photo album aside: "there are no clues in it."
Fu Yunjing stared at him closely: "Not necessarily..." He paused: "Aren't you angry?" Fu Yunjing's voice showed a hint of anger.
Le Tong and Yin Jiayan also frowned tightly.
"Could it be that this is actually the perverted home?" Le Tong's eyes widened.
Hang Qing chuckled lightly: "well, I also killed him." Hang Qing's laughter and these words were too sudden, and a little flattery appeared on that beautiful and indifferent face. It was like a light-inked landscape painting, and suddenly a strong flower bloomed. None of them had seen Hang Qing's side, and they were stunned in place, and even subconsciously immersed in his laughter, feeling that they couldn't get out of it.
"You're joking." Fu Yunjing said firmly.
"Well." Hang Qing's expression returned to normal, "I can't kill people."
Only then did Le Tong come back to his senses from the shock, and hurriedly followed with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Su is weak, how could he be able to kill people?" Although Hang Qing did not explain much, Le Tong had already made up his mind. Get up: "Isn't it like in many movies, there are idiots and perverts following Mr. Su, and finally sent the 'work' that he made to Mr. Su?!... Too perverted!" Le Tong was filled with righteous indignation.
Hang Qing wanted to laugh a little. Le Tong actually found a reason for him so consciously.
Fu Yunjing was not as simple as Le Tong. He took a deep look at Hang Qing, and his dark eyes were bottomless. Hang Qingchao glanced at him. Fu Yunjing had the urge to take a breath. This person is too bland. It feels like nothing matters. But the closer you get, the more you will find that the boy who used to be indifferent will have a time when he can't help but turn his head away slightly. If you get closer, you will find that this young boy who looks clean and weak has a bit of a demonic side.
The young man looked at him just now, and immediately reminded him of the chuckle just now.
With a bit of a whimsical flavor.
Suddenly, Fu Yunjing's heart tightened.
That's what he is! That's how he is...
Hang Qing suddenly heard a voice: "the villain's favorability increases by 30 points."
Hang Qing was taken aback.
This favorability comes a bit suddenly!
"Can I, can I take a look?" Le Tong stammered.
Hang Qing shook his head: "can't watch."
"In the back, is there anything? It's a terrifying picture? I'm not afraid."
"No." Hang Qing said in a low voice, "the girl's house, you can't watch it."
Le Tong blushed and closed her mouth immediately. At this moment, she once again deeply felt the gentleness of Mr. Su in front of her.
At this time, Ruan Ying was about to recover, she struggled to get up: "I, I'm hungry..."
Fu Yunjing suddenly reached out and grabbed Hang Qing's wrist.
Fu Yunjing unconsciously rubbed her delicate skin, and then said, "Su Lingshui and I are going to prepare food, you guys are waiting here."
Le Tong hurriedly asked, "Don't you take a break, senior?"
Fu Yunjing looked at Hang Qing sideways: "No."
Hang Qing ignored him.
However, Fu Yunjing felt that his heart was scratching his lungs even more.
"Let's go." Fu Yunjing tightened his grip on his wrist.
Only then did Hang Qing have a reaction, and went out with Fu Yunjing. Le Tong glanced at their backs a little distressedly, but remembering that there was still Ruan Ying to take care of, Le Tong obediently stayed with Yin Jiayan.
When Hang Qing and Fu Yunjing disappeared completely. Le Tong approached Yin Jiayan and asked in a low voice, "Have you been to Mr. Su's art exhibition before?"
Yin Jiayan nodded: "My mother likes it very much, and I went with her to see it."
"It's great, how is Mr. Su's painting? I really want to take a look..."
"very nice."
Le Tong rolled his eyes helplessly: "This description is too lacking... How good is it? What kind of paintings do you draw?"
Yin Jiayan didn't speak, as if he was recalling something.
"You're a little weird today." Le Tong looked at him and said, "Did you remember something?"
"It's just a little weird."
"What's strange?"
"Why, why did he disappear when he was most famous? Why did he appear here again after so long, but no one knew about it." At the art exhibition that year, Yin Jiayan, a junior high school student, saw that he was urged and invited thousands of times. The young painter Su Lingshui came out. At a glance, Yin Jiayan saw only one side of his face. Therefore, when Yin Jiayan met again outside the castle, he was unable to recognize the other party for the first time.
"Maybe there is some personal reason." Le Tong whispered. After speaking, she couldn't help but look at the album that was put aside. She touched it slowly.
Although she had almost guessed what it was, at this moment, Le Tong still wanted to figure out what the pervert had done, and what the annotations under those newspaper clippings were. Yin Jiayan noticed Le Tong's movement. For some reason, he didn't drink to stop Le Tong, but set his eyes on the album.
Yin Jiayan also wanted to know... what happened to Su Lingshui.
If you don't meet each other again, maybe that memory will gradually fade away. But after he met again, the pictures that were buried deep in his memory suddenly became bright and clear, and Yin Jiayan could no longer ignore them.
The album opens again.
"Annotations are all dates... Here, this is not a date. What is written here... is a poem?" Le Tong leaned closer: "The mountains and seas that I love are separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are not flat. This person still writes poetry? write poetry?"
"This is a quoted verse." Yin Jiayan said lightly. After speaking, he frowned again: "The report posted here is when Su Lingshui won the China-Korea Young Artists League Award..."
"How do you know?" Le Tong looked at him curiously: "Have you been paying attention all the time?"
"My mother likes to watch it, I just..." Yin Jiayan didn't say anything, he changed the subject and said: "At this time, Su Lingshui's fame has almost been pushed to the peak, and the youth became famous, naturally more attention. He was competing in Korea at the time…”
Le Tong didn't hear his voice clearly, just stared at the line of words, and couldn't help but patted the table: "I see! This man likes Mr. Su!"
Yin Jiayan was startled: "Men... and men? Impossible..."
"You have also seen this poem. Isn't this a bright expression of unrequited love!"
Le Tong continued to turn back and said, "Although this poem looks miserable, this person is really annoying enough, as if he wants to put Mr. Su's every move into it!" Finally, Le Tong turned to the second half. Le Tong fixedly looked at the photo above, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "... perverted!"
Yin Jiayan was almost dazzled, his fingertips trembled, he quickly raised his hand and buttoned the album: "Don't look at it."
Le Tong didn't dare to touch it again, just a glance at it would make people feel as if their heart was about to jump out.
"What the hell is this place?" Le Tong murmured, "What kind of dirty things are in this castle..."
No one could answer her question.
Ruan Ying is an eldest lady, and she has never encountered such a thing before, so she couldn't help crying in a low voice.
The room fell silent, except for Ruan Ying's low cry.
Le Tong said blankly: "This photo album can't be sent by a pervert... This thing should be his treasure. Even if he wants to show it off to Mr. Su, he won't send it. So this is still the pervert's home?"
Yin Jiayan didn't say anything.
Le Tong hurriedly pressed his forehead: "I can't think about it, I'll go out to find clues..."
"Go." Yin Jiayan glanced at Ruan Ying's direction, indicating that he would watch.
Le Tong nodded and walked out immediately.
The rain stopped temporarily, and the corridors were much brighter, and the terrifying atmosphere of last night was gone.
Le Tong started walking from the third floor, one room after another. Because her head was full of that photo album, even if she was the only one walking at this time, Le Tong didn't feel so scared. The old castle is really big. Although it is only three floors high, there are many rooms on each floor. And every room is very spacious. Because the water and rice hadn't come in for too long, Le Tong felt tired after walking. She pushed open the door and went in. She rested against the cabinet for a while. Because she leaned a little hard, the cabinet shook twice and the vase on it fell. down.
"Crack", the vase was broken, and a beautiful brochure came out, which looked like an invitation letter. Le Tong reached out and picked it up: "...This is really the Rose Castle? How could this be? We went to the wrong place?"
"Summer of '13? Rose Garden Banquet? Inviter... Herman Dreiser."
…
Fu Yunjing kept holding Hang Qing's wrist and didn't let go. They walked downstairs slowly.
"What's that person's name?" Fu Yunjing asked suddenly.
Hang Qing lifted his eyelids: "are you just so curious?"
"It's not curiosity." Fu Yunjing hooked the corner of his mouth, "If he is such a person, he should deal with it, so as not to harm others."
"Then you don't have to do it, he's already dead. Besides... You're just a freshman, right? An ivory tower student who hasn't entered the society. Even if you know who he is, what can you do? " Hang Qing said without looking at him. .
The corners of Fu Yunjing's mouth drooped down, and there was a dull light in his eyes.
Hang Qing was caught off guard against the wall beside him.
Fu Yunjing approached him and stared into his eyes tightly, with an affectionate feeling: "There are so many things that I can do in my freshman life..."
Fu Yunjing is also very good-looking.
The facial features are too handsome, and the uninhibited ruffian between his eyebrows makes him look more full of masculine charm. Such a standard bad student image can easily win the love of girls.
Fu Yunjing got closer.
He could almost glimpse the blood vessels between Hang Qing's neck.
This man's skin was so white that it seemed to be transparent.
Fu Yunjing's mind floated through the picture, and at the same moment, he seemed to really smell the fragrance of roses in his nose. Fu Yunjing's heart beat faster unconsciously, and he even felt intoxicated.
Hang Qing pushed him away expressionlessly: "... I can't see it. Find something to eat first."
Fu Yunjing stood there and didn't move. He took a breath before following up with Hang Qing: "you are really strange... You can laugh shyly, face expressionless, and smile like that." Fu Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing A somewhat reminiscent expression.
"You're weird too." Hang Qing didn't look at him, just opened the refrigerator.
"Why am I weird? Is it because Mr. Su thinks I'm special?" Fu Yunjing added a slightly teasing tone.
"You look like you have bad intentions." Hang Qing stated this evaluation calmly.
Fu Yunjing: "..."
"Hold it." Hang Qing put the food in his hands.
Fu Yunjing held it in his arms, turned around and went to the kitchen, washed his hands and started cooking.
Hang Qing glanced at the wall clock on the wall—it was half past ten in the morning. They still have plenty of time.
It took Fu Yunjing an hour to prepare food for several people. But he didn't get it upstairs immediately. He put some in front of Hang Qing: "Eat first." Fu Yunjing accompanied him to eat before going upstairs with the food. He whispered, "wait for me..."
Hang Qing caught a glimpse of the smile on his face, and Hang Qing always felt that this smile seemed a little bad.
Is this really going to be done
Fu Yunjing's footsteps got farther and farther, until it was completely inaudible. Hang Qing glanced out the window, where he could see the garden. The deserted garden was empty, muddy, and looked filthy, and looked a little terrifying because of the lack of people.
"It's going to rain again..."
It took only ten minutes before and after, and the rain did fall down again, slapping against the glass windows, making a disturbing sound. Lightning and thunder followed, and the crystal chandelier in the dining room shook, as if taken aback.
The crystal chandelier swayed and made a sour creak.
Hang Qing looked up at the wall clock.
At half past eleven.
And Fu Yunjing is still missing.
It's almost noon, and once this time point is crossed, the entire ancient castle will undergo earth-shaking changes, just like entering another world in the game. If the castle under his control is okay, then the castle today will become even more terrifying.
Hang Qing was a little bored waiting, he rubbed the corner of the table and stood up: "... Is there a ghost?"
The restaurant was silent.
But there was a shadow on the wall.
The shadow could only cling to the wall, it tried to struggle out of the wall, but