There was a photo of a pretty girl posted on the title page of the diary. Ye Mo could vaguely tell that it was the former Sister Yan. Ye Mo even felt that she was not much different from now. wWW!QuanBeN-XiaoShuo!CoM wrote seven words on the right side of the title page of the diary. Yin Qingyan's diary, the handwriting is beautiful and weak.
Yin Qingyan? Is this Sister Yan’s name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered that she told him that her mother's name was Yin Qingcheng. Could it be that she was his aunt? Ye Mo frowned. If Sister Yan was his aunt, would she have gone too far towards him
Although it doesn't matter if the aunt and niece marry the same person at the same time in Luoyue, this is not Luoyue, but the earth. But Ye Mo quickly shook her head, maybe she thought of her mother. Is it too much for my aunt to let me hug her? This should be normal. Ye Mo patted his forehead. He was thinking too much.
After what happened with Song Yingzhu and spending the whole day rubbing shoulders with Ning Qingxue, his mind seemed to have become a little unhealthy.
Ye Mo shook his head, put aside these things, and turned to the next page of the diary. The writing on the next page of the diary was very blurry and crooked. Ye Mo even suspected that it was written by a primary school student. There was not much content.
"It was sunny on April 8, 1980. Today, my father took me and my sister to the Mao Ciwan venue. I used the money my father gave me to buy a diary. I like this diary very much. I am 6 years old. , I finally have my own diary.”
What followed were trivial things, all kinds of small things done together with her sister. In her words, her sister seemed to be very protective of her.
"January 25, 1981, heavy snowfall. Today, another brother came to my family. He is a few years older than my sister and has become our senior brother. His name is Ye Cai."
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"February 16, xx82, Qing. Dad likes us to practice martial arts every day, but I don't like it. I only like the guqin. Later, my senior brother and sister practiced martial arts, and I practiced the piano alone. In the beginning, my father often said that I After a few words, I felt that he no longer talked about me and was very supportive of me... "
"March 27, 1982, Yu. A friend of my father's came to the house today. He said that I was very talented, and even said that I could win the national championship of the junior group if I participated in the competition. He wanted me to go to Yanjing, but I didn’t want to go. My father just asked me and didn’t agree to that person.
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"November 19, xx83, Yin. I am in a bad mood today. I feel that the sound I play is not good at all. I feel that my father is also in a bad mood."
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"June 21, xx84, Yin. Both my senior brothers and sisters are very good to me. I think it may be because I am the youngest. As long as there are delicious things or interesting things, my sister will give them to me first. My sister has always been He never snatched anything from me. My father was also very kind to me, and he never scolded me. However, my father often scolded my sister, and sometimes even made her cry. And he gave me any good things first. Then I gave it to my sister. At that time, I secretly thought, isn’t my sister my biological child?”
As soon as Ye Mo saw this, he felt the plane vibrate. He subconsciously swept out with his consciousness. He must have encountered the airflow. A flight attendant came over pushing a trolley. When she saw Ye Mo looking at something, she stopped and asked, "Sir, do you need something to drink?"
"Oh, a glass of orange juice." Ye Mo said casually, and reached out to take the orange juice from the flight attendant's hand. Suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the stewardess and smiled meaningfully. He unexpectedly found a pistol under the trolley.
When the stewardess saw Ye Mo smile, her face immediately turned red. Being a stewardess on the plane certainly wouldn't make her ugly. In fact, she was very beautiful. She knew that many of the people who could travel from San Francisco to Hong Kong were wealthy people. The young man who smiled at her looked quite handsome. Most importantly, he had an indescribable temperament about him. For a moment, she even forgot to continue pushing the cart away. …,
Ye Mo patted her cart and quickly took the pistol tied under the cart in his hand. Then he destroyed the structure inside the gun as quickly as possible, finally made a divine mark on the pistol, and then put the gun back. This series of movements was extremely fast, and with the cover-up of his hands, after everything was done, the stewardess was still standing in front of Ye Mo without moving.
Ye Mo originally thought that the pistol belonged to the stewardess, but now it seemed that he was overthinking it. Judging from the stewardess's expression and actions, maybe she didn't even know there was a pistol under her trolley.
Ye Mo put the diary away. He could go back and read the diary again. Since the pistol was found, it meant there was something wrong with the plane. Ye Mo remembered that the plane Ning Qingxue took was also from Hong Kong to San Francisco, but her plane crashed midway.
"Bring me a cup of coffee!" A man was already calling behind Ye Mo.
The flight attendant quickly pushed the car over, picked up a cup of instant coffee and handed it to the man.
Ye Mo's consciousness was always paying attention to the changes inside the cabin, but after the stewardess pushed the cart back, no one still wanted to touch the pistol under the cart. Ye Mo was a little confused. Could it be that someone else had forgotten this pistol, or maybe it belonged to the flight attendant.
The flight attendant put down the trolley and started chatting with the other flight attendants. After a while, more and more stewardesses came in, including five. Ye Mo withdrew his consciousness. Anyway, he had marked his consciousness on the pistol. Whoever took it away would know it.
"Are you traveling to San Francisco?" The man sitting next to Ye Mo suddenly interrupted Ye Mo's train of thought.
Only then did Ye Mo notice that he was an old man in his sixties. Although he seemed to be in good spirits, when Ye Mo glanced at him with his consciousness, he knew that this old man was already dying. Ye Mo wanted to see what kind of disease he was in. He was about to die, but he was still in such good spirits that he even came to the United States.
But the old man's illness was very strange. Although Ye Mo didn't use his true energy to check the old man's body, he could still see the illness with his spiritual consciousness, but he couldn't see anything after looking for a long time. If he hadn't been able to feel the old man's lifeless energy, he wouldn't have even known that the old man was sick.
It's really strange that a person who is destined to die can't see it himself.
Ye Mo smiled slightly and replied, "That's right, I'm also here to find someone. I just had a little fun by the way."
He had no interest in talking to the old man, he just thought the old man's illness was strange. Although it was strange, Ye Mo didn't pay attention to it. He had seen too many strange things. He could see ghosts that others couldn't see. There was something else that could frighten him.
"Young man, you have good skills. You should come from an ancient martial arts family. But why did you put the pistol back just now? I believe it is definitely not your thing. You should know that since someone put the pistol on the Under the car, it means that the person must have an agenda, and you must know that the other passengers are also innocent." The old man's words seemed like a heart-to-heart talk, but Ye Mo was shocked.
Ye Mo's mind immediately focused, and his consciousness checked the old man again. It was true that he did not have any cultivation, not even ancient martial arts, and there was no internal energy fluctuation in his body. How could such a person see his own actions? Although his movements did not deliberately use some small spells, he believed that with his speed, the old man would definitely not be able to see it even if he was a Xuan-level ancient martial arts cultivator.
But in fact, the old man not only saw it, but also knew that it was a pistol, and even saw that the gun was not his own. How could he be so sure? The only thing he didn't notice was that he had tampered with the pistol. …,
"You are very powerful. You can actually tell that I moved the pistol. You are probably not traveling to San Francisco." Ye Mo's voice became colder. He even suspected that this old guy had spiritual consciousness, and he also The cultivation level of the cultivator is far higher than him.
You must know that for ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners, even if they practice to the point where Ye Mo can't see the realm, he can still know that the opponent is powerful, because the fluctuation of inner energy cannot be hidden under his consciousness. This is also the reason why he can see the level of cultivation of ancient warriors.
But it's different for cultivators. Once a cultivator's cultivation level is much higher than his own, he won't be able to detect any abnormality in the other party at all. If you are a cultivator who has practiced concealing your true energy, you will be even less likely to be seen by others.
"Haha, don't worry, I'm just a useless person who looks at Feng Shui to tell people's fortunes." Seemingly seeing the fear in Ye Mo's eyes, the old man took the initiative to explain.
It turned out to be a fortune teller. It was impossible for a fortune teller to be able to see his own movements and also know that the gun was not his. Ye Mo was confused, but he didn't ask again. He knew that although there were no cultivators here, there were many capable people here, but they didn't like to be in the limelight.
Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak anymore, the old man spoke again: "If you don't mind, I can help you read your palm."
Ye Mo just wanted to refuse, but when he thought that the old man could see his movements just now, he immediately changed his mind.
Only when Ye Mo stretched out his hand, a young man behind him stood up and said, "Grandpa, you are not in good health, so you should not read palms."
Ye Mo didn't look back, his consciousness immediately glanced at the young man. He was in his twenties and of medium build, but what surprised Ye Mo was that this young man also had a sense of death in his body, but it was much lighter. But even if it fades a lot, as time goes by, he will still follow in the footsteps of this old man.
The old man chuckled and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Xiaoku, I'll take care of it."