"Sister, let's go." Shuangshui nodded, sniffed, and stopped the tears in his eyes: "Something has changed. If we don't report back in time, I'm afraid it will be a mess."
"Well. He is here to accompany the young lady, so there should be nothing wrong." Shuang Ling nodded, and understood the truth.
If the young lady planned her death, then the Tomb of Sakura would be managed by the left wing, but no one expected that this left wing, who had no opinion on this plan at the time, would actually make such a decision.
Shuang Ling and Shuang Shui left at the same time, and they ran into Duan Mu Lu at the gate of the greenhouse garden. Shuang Ling looked at Duan Mu Lu's pale face and complicated eyes, and whispered: "I hope you don't blame Miss. All this is actually not her. Wrong..."
Duanmulu was taken aback, lowered his head, pursed his mouth slightly, and said nothing.
"Well, sister, don't say anything, let's go. Miss and her affairs, they will solve the problem by themselves." Shuang Shui interrupted Shuang Ling's words, pushed Shuang Ling and left the greenhouse garden.
After a long time, Duanmulu looked up, looked at Qian Xiaoxing, and then looked at the figure on the left wing on the ground. When the masked man looked at the greenhouse garden flashed in his mind, his eyes flashed with affection, and he couldn't help sighing.
Maybe that man loves Xiaoxing too much, so he doesn't want her to know that Xiaoxing uses her one day, and hates Xiaoxing, he will instigate her to come here.
"Xiaoxing..."
Before Duanmulu shouted out, Fu Yi turned his head, with a cold look, swept towards Duanmulu, lowered his head, and carefully hugged Qian Xiaoxing, who was already asleep because he was too tired. Rise, and leave towards the greenhouse garden.
"Yin, bury that person well." When Fu Yi passed Ning XiaoYin, he looked at NingYYin and whispered.
Ning Shayne nodded, he had been listening outside the greenhouse garden, naturally he also knew those things.
"Why are you here." In City C, there is a big court in the other yard, a little boy of about 13 years old holding a basketball, pointing to the other with his head down and holding a clipboard in his hand. The nine-year-old girl stared at the girl in dissatisfaction.
The little girl raised her head, her big eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at the little boy opposite with tears.
Suddenly, the little girl opened her mouth wide and cried loudly.
"Hey, hello, why are you crying, I didn't bully you." The little boy suddenly cried when the little girl saw the little girl, and immediately threw away the basketball in his hand, and hurriedly comforted the little girl: "I'm sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you just now, don’t cry, okay, even if I beg you, okay."
Sure enough, as soon as the little boy's voice fell, the little girl immediately smiled and grinned at the little boy.
"Okay, dare you lie to me." Seeing the little girl stopped his tears, the little boy breathed a sigh of relief, immediately jumped into a thunder, took up his sleeves, and made a gesture to beat the little girl.
"Left wing, don't hurt Xiaoxing, she will be the second master of the Tomb of Cherry Blossoms." At this time, around the wooden house in the other courtyard, came out an old man with white hair with a cane on a dragon head. , But a pair of eyes are piercing, with a slight pressure, slowly walked in front of the two of them.
"Just her?" The left wing tilted his head and looked at the little girl's thin arms and legs contemptuously, his tone full of non-cutting.
"Don't underestimate Xiaoxing, she is better than you." The smile in the old man's eyes couldn't be concealed, and he walked away step by step with a cane: "You two have fun."
"Huh, who wants to play with her?" Left Wing snorted coldly, with his hands around his chest, his head turned away coolly.
The old man smiled helplessly, did not say a word, and left the courtyard with a cane.
After the old man left, the little girl's pink fingers, who had been bowing her head, clasped the writing board tightly, and bit her lower lip, her eyes full of hatred and sadness.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" The left wing seemed to perceive something wrong with the little girl, raised his hand and patted the little girl on the shoulder, puzzled.
The little girl trembled, looked up at the left wing, turned and left silently.
The left wing touched his head and looked at the little girl's back with a confused look.
"Hey, wait." The left wing couldn't understand what was wrong with the little girl, and quickly caught up with the little girl's footsteps and took the little girl's hand.
The little girl stopped, lowered her head, and said nothing.
"My name is Zuoyi, how about you?"
For a long time, the left wing didn't hear the little girl's reply. He couldn't help but bend over in doubt, watching the little girl's pink cheeks full of tears, her eyes were already red and swollen, and she couldn't help wondering: "Are you unhappy."
The little girl looked up in surprise, looked at the boy who was much taller than her, nodded, and shook her head again.
The little boy raised his hand, hit the little girl on the head, and glared at the little girl: "Really, if there is, there is, and if there is not, there is no."
The little girl was beaten by the left wing, raised her hand to cover her head, and stared at the left wing with fire.
"Really, children’s family, look at the sentimentality of adults. You have to know that you are just a child now, and there are many things you can’t do, so no matter how unhappy you are, think about happy things. Right." The left wing put his hands behind his head, looked at the little girl contemptuously, and said faintly: "I have already told you my name. As a courtesy, you should at least tell my name."
"Shallow Xiaoxing." After finishing writing on the tablet, the little girl stabbed the left wing with the tablet and turned her head.
The left wing bowed his head full of black lines, looked at the writing on the writing board, and exclaimed in surprise: "You can't speak?"
Qian Xiaoxing nodded, holding the clipboard tightly.
The left wing curled his mouth slightly, looked at Qian Xiaoxing with some pity, put one hand on his chin, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "Since you can't speak, then I will be your talking machine."
Qian Xiaoxing raised his head in surprise, blinked his eyes, and looked at the left wing quietly.
"Forget it if you don't want to, I don't want to speak for you." The left wing tilted his head and said coolly, with an angry expression on his face. It is not easy for him to say to help others, this stinky girl actually refused to agree, and he was really angry.
"I didn't say I didn't want to."
"It's pretty much the same." The left wing looked at Qian Xiaoxing's writing board again, with an arrogant face, raised his eyebrows, as if to say again: You should feel honored, thank me quickly.
"Hehe." Qian Xiaoxing looked at the colorful expression on the left wing, and suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled.
"Smelly girl, that's the right thing to do. You should smile more." The left wing bent over and pinched Qian Xiaoxing's blushing face with both hands.
Suddenly, all the pictures disappeared like smoke, and the other courtyard appeared again in front of Qian Xiaoxing's eyes. The only difference was that the other courtyard was full of cherry blossoms. Qian Xiaoxing, who was about thirteen years old, wore a tight-fitting suit. Black short skirt. Qian Xiaoxing's eyes were cold, and he slowly walked towards the master bedroom of the other courtyard.
Asakuki's black gloved hand was about to push the door and enter, the sound inside made Asakura stop his hand.
"Left wing, I'm afraid you are here to kill me this time." In the room, a gray-haired old man was sitting on the Taigong Chair, tapping the armrest of the Taigong Chair with one hand, watching as he had grown into a handsome young man. The left wing, murmured.
The left wing was expressionless, took out a pistol from the black leather jacket, pointed it at the old man's chest, and said faintly: "You are right."
"Can you give me a reason."
"Because it is you, it makes Xiaoxing very painful now." The left wing pulled the trigger, a trace of expression crossed his eyes, and said slowly: "In fact, I saw her fall into the water that day, and she was caught by that. I pushed my mind into the water, but I couldn’t help. And when I saw her being rescued by that person again, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was also at that time. I swear, I must protect Xiaoxing, and I must also Personally, you will make Xiaoxing's painful hands."
"Haha, good, yes, left wing." The old man was not angry after listening to the left wing's answer. Instead, he laughed a few times and looked at the left wing with satisfaction: "To be honest, I also regret the original decision. The mysterious boy came. When looking for me, I hesitated, but for the sake of luck, I had to."
"In other words, you and that person planned this careful plan just to make Xiaoxing accept the position of the heir to the Tomb of Sakura."
"No, Left Wing, you are wrong. I don't want Xiaoxing to accept the Tomb of the Cherry Blossoms, I just want Xiaoxing to know that this world is actually not beautiful. But I don't want to. I overlooked one point, that is Xiaoxing was only six at that time. Years old." Speaking of past plans with that person, the old man seemed to be much older, apologetic in his tone.
"No matter what reason you have, you still hurt her." The left wing whispered. He really didn't know what plan the old man had with that person, but hurt was hurt, and that kind of hurt really hurt Xiaoxing's psychology. , Absolutely unforgivable.
At this moment, the left wing clasped the finger of the pistol and pressed it suddenly, and a "bang" sound was remembered in the air, and the bullet passed through the layers of air and directly penetrated the old man's chest.
Suddenly, the old man's face paled immediately, and a kindly smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "Leftwing, can I trust you? Can I trust you and protect Xiaoxing?"
"Needless to say, I will protect her, even at the cost of my life." The left wing put the pistol in the leather jacket, turned around, waved to the old man, and left towards the door.
"Cough, cough, then, I'm relieved." The old man coughed a few times, his eyes were already in a trance, and he was vaguely aware of the movement of someone moving the grand chair, and his voice was weak: "It's lucky. You heard it already." ."
The girl didn't reply, just pursed her mouth, her hand still kept moving.