Gu Qiqi's heart tightened, and she carefully unfolded the rice paper and looked at it.
However, the entire sheet of paper was blank, without any last words at all, only a drop of irregular ink and a shallow water mark.
may also be tear stains
Gu Qiqi lowered her eyes, and her heart began to ache again.
It is almost impossible to imagine how Chu Junmo felt when he was sitting alone at home on the last night of his life, spreading out this piece of rice paper.
Gong Jue stood behind her and glanced at the rice paper.
I wondered silently in my heart, did that old fox of Chu Junmo lose control of his hands before he died, he couldn't hold his pen and was trembling, he couldn't write a word, and in the end he wiped his nose and pretended to be aggressive on the paper After a lifetime, I still can't hold back in the end, can I return to the appearance of ordinary people, huh
Gu Qiqi took photos of the precious antiques and various furniture in Chu Junmo's room and registered them in a booklet, so that when they are going to return them to the descendants of the Chu family in the future, the handover will be clearer.
Especially in Chu Junmo's room, she almost didn't move at all, keeping it exactly as he was when he was alive, as if he would come back someday.
The two walked to the medicine field behind the house.
Sure enough, a remote corner of the medicine field was bald, and a lot of herbs had been pulled out.
It should be the place where the heart-building grass was once planted.
Gong Jue curled his lips, seeing that the Heart Building Grass was emptied, he couldn't help muttering: "Old Demon Chu is cruel enough to himself, he cut off his escape route."
Gu Qiqi gave him a blank look: "I can think of ways to use the herb for building the mind, but I have no clue about the most critical time gate."
Gong Jue shut up.
He could have figured it out, but he went home and had a fight with the old man and screwed things up again.
He looked down at the toes of his shoes.
Turned around and sent a message out.
palace house.
Gong Qing received the message and opened it to take a look: "You brat actually sent me a message when you have time, hey, daughter-in-law, come and see, your son is apologizing to me hahahahaha"
Song Song Wenyan looked at it, and saw two very concise words on the text message: "Wrong."
The corner of her lips twitched: ""
How did you know that this is the son apologizing
It's not like the son would admit that he was wrong at all.
Gong Qing was overjoyed while holding the phone: "Thirty years, thirty years, this is the first time I heard my son admit that he was wrong hahahaha"
Song Song thought for a while, and swallowed the words again. It's better not to hit her husband, and let him feel that his son is apologizing, which is more conducive to repairing the relationship between father and son.
Well, she strikes while the iron is hot
"Husband, I told you yesterday about going to Mr. Gu to propose a marriage. How are you thinking? Hurry up and pack up and go with me. By the way, take the talisman and give it to Miss Qiqi."
"Good talk and good talk"
Sure enough, Gong Qing was subdued, and he agreed to whatever he said.
Taking the talisman paper, he went out cheerfully, not noticing that the phone received another text message from Gongjue:
"Sorry, I didn't send the complete message just now. I just want to tell you that you are wrong, Gong Qing, even if you don't give me a way to open the door of time, you can't stop my determination to find a way for Qiqi. Big deal , I will spend more trouble and endure more hardships. But if you don’t let me go, that’s impossible.”
After Gong Jue sent this message, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Turning around and hugging Gu Qiqi from behind: "Don't worry, I will try my best to find a way to find that ghost time door"