"Where are the bullets?" At this time, Fan Xian was like a girl in a sweet dream. After waking up from the dream, she found that she was still sleeping on the firewood pile in the kitchen, and asked Wu Zhu in a low voice, somewhat annoyed.
Wuzhu's answer was very honest, but it was wonderful for others to listen to: "What is a bullet?"
Fan Xian was so angry that he had no choice but to describe the shape, size, length, and usage of the bullet to Uncle Wuzhu, and then he said expectantly, "Uncle, did you see that mother used this thing?"
Wu Zhu shook his head: "I said, I forgot some things." Just when Fan Xian was feeling a little disappointed, Wu Zhu suddenly said, "But I remember those things you said, and they seemed to be useless back then, so When I carried you away, I threw them all in the cellar of the Taiping Courtyard."
Fan Xian's temperament had already been tempered to be very calm and calm, but after hearing this, he still couldn't help but want to rush up and hug this cute blind man and kiss him big.
There was a letter in the second compartment of the box. The box was sealed very well, so Fan Xian flicked the thin letter lightly, and no dust fell.
"Five Bamboo Qi".
Fan Xian didn't know what it was like. It turned out that the box was not for himself, but for the person beside him. He forced himself to smile, and handed the letter to Wu Zhu, seeming to have forgotten that the other party was blind.
Wu Zhu refused to take it, and said coldly: "Miss asked me to watch it to tell you, so you just watch it."
Fan Xian smiled, tore open the envelope, and began to read. After reading a few lines, his expression became a little uncontrollable. Originally thought that the box was the suicide note of the magic soldier, it was really a very uncreative thing, and I couldn't help but look down on my mother's methods. I didn't expect to see the letter, and found that the woman named Ye Qingmei really underestimated the world. A man's... tone.
The handwriting is not beautiful, much worse than sister Ruoruo's handwriting, and it even looks a bit rough and scribbled. The tone of the letter is also very strange, and the words in it don't match the beginning and end, presumably they were not written at the same time.
"Lovely little Zhuzhu, kiss... my sister really likes you, and I want to introduce you to my wife many times, but you are always cold. My old lady, I... well, be gentle, old lady, I am really angry. You go to that temple to fight, I guess you still can’t win the fight, and you have to run back like a dog, so write something to make fun of you.”
When Fan Xian saw this sentence, he couldn't help but glanced at Wu Zhu, thinking that such a handsome master-level master, where is the shadow of a dog? The letter went on to say:
"What about me? I gave someone some aphrodisiacs while you were gone, and they succeeded, but I don't know if I will have a baby girl or a goddam son in the future. This box is the only thing I left in this world, right? , Lao Mao said that he has actually affected the area around Beijing in his life, remember, my mother also said. When my mother came to this world, she actually just left such a box.”
Seeing the word borrowed and the goddam son, Fan Xian almost fell off the stool. It turned out that his life experience was not only bizarre, but also quite romantic, but it was a pity that the person who borrowed the seed was not clearly stated in the letter. Now Fan Xian has a huge question in his heart.
The following are the original words in the letter from Fan Xian's mother, Ye Qingmei, who once left infinite shock in this world:
"It's very sad, isn't it? Probably no one else in the world can open this box except you. Who taught me to be so gentle and kind to teach you Wubi, which is useless in this world? Cute little bamboo bamboo doll Ah, I really want to hug you to sleep, so come back soon."
"I put the box back in the old place, you should know where it is, hee, if you open the box and see this letter, of course you know where it is, the old lady seems to have said something nonsense again."
"I'm just curious now. Will I have a daughter or a son? It's fine if it's a daughter. If it's a son, it's his father's turn to have a headache. Besides, men are too ambitious, who knows what they will do."
"Okay, okay, I admit that I am also ambitious, but I want to make this world a better place. Should such a little girl's good wishes be described as ambition?"
"Why do you feel like you're writing your last words? Go fuck, bah bah, it's so unlucky."
"Well, who knows? Let's take it as a last word. It's written smoothly anyway. Remember, don't use this broken gun. It's useless to chop ants with a big knife. After reading this letter, destroy this box. , don’t let those idlers in the world know about my mother’s glorious life, they don’t deserve it.”
"I have been here, watched, played, became the richest man, killed the prince, pulled out the beard of the old emperor, and took advantage of the sunshine of this world, and I was just about to rule the world. I am so disdainful, how about it? My baby Daughter, bastard son, I don’t think I can make a fuss, just live in peace.”
"Hey... In the future, after I die of old age, can I go back to that world?"
"Dad, Mom, I miss you very much."
"Little Zhuzhu, actually you don't understand what I'm saying, you don't know where I come from. I'm lonely, people come and go in this world, but I'm still lonely."
"I am lonely."
"I am very lonely."
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After reading the letter, Fan Xian was silent for a long time, then asked softly with a smile, "Mother is not from this world, do you still remember?"
Wu Zhu said dully, "I seem to remember a little bit."
"Mother said that you went to fight with people from the temple, did that fight cause you to lose part of your memory?" Fan Xian's hand slowly slid over the edge of the box.
"should be."
"If you haven't lost that part of your memory, you should be the one to open this box. After opening, will you tell me all this?"
"probably not."
"En." Fan Xian nodded, "I guess it's the same, maybe you will find a small mountain village that no one knows, and then grow up with me." A smile appeared on his face: "Maybe like that Good day, too."
He then sighed, shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "It's a pity, you can't start over from scratch."
"Why aren't you curious that I can open this box?" Fan Xian teased Wu Zhu, wanting to see his shocked expression after knowing that he was also a soul from another world.
"Why should I be curious?" Wu Zhu was still very calm, but suddenly felt that the young master and the young lady were both boring and boring human beings.
Fan Xian felt that he was an idiot, so he asked instead, "Is her death related to the temple?"
"have no idea."
Fan Xian was silent for a while, then continued to look at the box. A note was pasted on the last layer of the box. He gestured at the height difference between the inside and the outside. This layer should be very thin. He peeled off the note and looked at it, but was stunned. I saw the note said:
"Hey, if it's Wu Zhu, after seeing that letter, he should destroy the box immediately, but you still want to read it. Be honest, who are you? How did you open this box?"
My mother was indeed a person with a crystal heart. Fan Xian lost his mind for a moment, and replied in a daze, "I am your son." Of course, she couldn't hear the answer.
The note is very short, and there are not many words written on it. Just a word of warning at the end.
"I guess it's either my daughter or my son. Let's see the following things when you kill someone, remember!"
Looking at the exaggerated exclamation mark and the hollow circle below the exclamation mark, it was his mother's death order, a serious warning, Fan Xian didn't dare to disobey, and honestly pasted the note back.
"I'm going out for a walk." Fan Xian said this to Wu Zhu, and then left the room, with his head down, walking into the lingering early autumn night rain. The box was with Wu Zhu, so it couldn't be safer, so he didn't worry much.
After Fan Xian's somewhat decadent figure disappeared into the rain, Wu Zhu slowly walked out from the corner, and sat down at the table in a somewhat dull manner. His fingers caressed over the gun in the box and on the table, and then landed on the letter. His fingers stroked lightly back and forth on the envelope, not knowing what he was thinking.
There is a slight rustling sound between the fingers and the letter paper, and a rustling sound between the rainwater and the garden grass.
The room was pitch black, and Wu Zhu was alone, sitting beside a box, the black cloth on his face softened, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.
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Fan Xian walked alone on the street on a rainy night, letting the rain wash his face and wet his body. A smile appeared on his face from time to time, and it turned into a touch of sadness in an instant, and it was calm again after a while. I don't know how many doubts fermented, intertwined, and collided in his heart at this time.
Ye Qingmei, this dazzling name, seems to have truly entered his life and into his mind until today. He already understood many things at this time, where his mother came from, and what he did in this world.
Danzhou's grandma said that before today's father came to the throne, the two princes who were most likely to take over the Qing throne should be those two princes. But the two princes died in some absurd murder cases.
After reading the letter, Fan Xian naturally knew that the two princes who were always on guard against assassination were killed by his mother's sniper rifle.
That is to say, the current royal family of the Qing Kingdom is completely dependent on their mother in order to own the world. Mother built the Qingyu Hall and established the Overwatch Council, providing everything fundamental to the strength of this country.
It can even be said that without Ye Qingmei, there would be no Qing Kingdom today.