C47 A Key

Although A'Xiang lied to A'Gui, she loved him wholeheartedly. In the end, she gathered all of the essence of her body, as well as the essence of others, and passed it on to A'Gui.

To bring him back to the golden age of men. To repay him for accompanying her for so many years.

Woman, woman, your name is never fragile.

"Go look in the mirror." Ah He pointed to the bathroom.

A'Gui walked towards the bathroom in a daze.

A stifled cry rose from the bathroom, louder and louder.

"Ashoo —" The man let out a howl that came from the soul.

She was in love with him after all, not using him.

He had given him 30 years of beautiful dreams, and he had also used his own death to compensate for 10 years of golden time.

The current him, with his life Gu, would definitely surrender. Only forty years old.

A bright future lay before them.

He knelt on the ground and began to cry, his heart crushed to pieces.

"..."

The man calmed down and lowered his head. "Thank you, Chen Xi He. It wouldn't have happened without you. "

"Where do you plan to go next?"

"Don't you have my parents' address? I'm going home. " he said with emotion.

"What's the address I want?" Ah He took out a pen and paper and wrote down an address.

"I don't know the name of the man who brought me out of the mountain. I only have one address, and I hope that he can help you. "I will do my best. You gave me my second life."

He stood next to Ah He, sticking close to her, picked up the pen and paper she had used, and wrote down the address he had carved in his heart.

Ah He stood up and walked to the side, waiting for him.

He wrote a fine line, and although he hadn't written it for so many years, it was still beautiful.

His handwriting was flying in the air. If a person said 'proper', what would he look like at the age of twenty?

Ah Hao picked up the piece of paper and put it into his bag, then smiled at him and said, "Thank you. "Goodbye."

Xue Gui walked to the door and turned around, "I said I would help you. No slip of the tongue. "Goodbye."

He drove to the address on the paper. It was a quiet, beautiful neighborhood, and his parents seemed to be having a good time. He felt more comfortable.

A pair of old men were walking in the square, and he was standing far away, watching them. His mood fluctuated.

Although thirty years had passed between them, he recognized at once that it was his parents, who, with their black hair and health, were waiting to bring him a grandson.

Now they were thin and shriveled and their hair was white.

He walked over and stood in front of them, and they looked up in surprise at the strange, familiar man.

After nearly a minute of silence, the old man's voice trembled as he called out, "Expensive?"

The old lady's body softened as A'Gui picked up his mother. Hot tears fell on his mother.

"Mom!" Your son is back! "

"… …"

I walked in the direction the dead man had pointed to, busy comforting my mother, who was suffering from a mental breakdown.

What's there? What did he do?

I entered the study and appeared by the window in imitation of him. Sitting at the desk, this was just a habit or something special.

He didn't seem to be awake then. He was dead. Everything started after I ignited the Soul-Returning Incense.

I carefully recalled his every move.

I put my hand on the pen holder, as he had done.

There was a book open on the desk. There were no lines drawn on the book, nothing. The walnut desk was clean, and he did not have the habit of scribbling on the book.

Did he put his hand on the pen holder to leave a message?

I was confused. The afternoon drink seemed to evaporate too much water from the body. The pens were rattling under my fingers.

There were five of them, both branded, three fountain pens, and I took them all out and arranged them on the table.

He stood up and walked around the room, checking if there was anything hidden in the study.

Would there be a key entry in each book? A prompt?

I went back to my desk and put the pen back in the pen holder. Something flashed in the empty pen holder. I shifted my waist to look at it more closely.

It was a key, a very small key.

Surprise surged from the bottom of his heart. I took out the key and put it in my pocket.

When I turned around, Yi Shi Shi was standing in the doorway. She looked at me suspiciously.

"Mistress Yi, I … Afraid of disturbing you, stay in this room for a while. "

"What are you doing with my husband's pen?" Her tone was not as friendly as it had been in the afternoon, as if she were denouncing an intruder.

"I'm just looking. They're all here." I stepped aside and asked her to see the pen holder.

"Oh, right. Mistress Yi, can I have some water?" I went into the living room and asked.

There was a refrigerator in the living room.

Mistress Yi opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. She seemed to be in a daze as she opened the refrigerator door.

"When Professor Yi is around, he never drinks half a bottle of water. When the water is turned on, it must be used up before he can turn on new ones." Mistress Yi lowered her head and smiled. He handed the complete bottle of water to me.

"Since he left, I haven't even opened the refrigerator. It seems like I really need to go out for a walk."

There was a cute doll's head stuck on the bottle of water.

I unscrewed it and drank it. The cold water poured down and the heat in my heart was immediately extinguished.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Gongshui came out.

I winked at him, and we left Yi Shi Shi Shi to go home, I had already packed my things.

I couldn't wait to leave the Yi family and took a deep breath, "The air is so nice. I don't know why, it's very depressing to be with Mistress Yi. We have to be very careful everywhere."

"Is that so? "I feel like she's a gentle and good wife. She and Professor Yi were classmates in the same university, and Mistress Yi is very talented, she only decided to stay at home for the sake of Professor Yi. Professor Yi can be said to have two hands that aren't even touched by the spring water, and he even made coffee with Mistress Yi's help."

"Is that so? Don't you think it's strange? In that case, on the day of his death, who made coffee to drink? Could it be that the arrival of a student will make Professor Yi change his habit of many years? "

"So what? If my girlfriend was a glutton, I would rather cook."

"One day is fine, but you won't change your life. Men like Professor Yi were used to being looked up to. Having served for so many years, he couldn't possibly change his habits for a young woman. "

"You suspect that it was Pu Min who poisoned him?"

"No, I don't have any doubts. After eliminating all possibilities, the one that's left is the truth, even if it's the most impossible." I repeated the classic catchphrase that Holmes had spoken.

"So what did we find out today?" He spread his hands. "Nothing."

"Who said that?" "I took out the small key and shook it in front of him." "See what this is?"

"Whose key is this?" He took the key and examined it in his hand.

The key was smaller than the door key, and there was a small ring with a sparkling water drill hanging on it.

"This is a girl's item, where did you find it?"

"I found it on the professor's instructions." "He kept his hand on the pen holder, but he didn't make any movement with it."

"He didn't even look at us."

"Some undead cannot see the living, just as the undead cannot see the undead. He won't waste his energy on us without a strong desire to see us. "

"The matter of the soul is also very complicated. Don't think that this old granny is just a burning talisman jumping great god."

"I've never thought of what you did as a simple matter. You deal with mysterious events, and you're the mysterious woman in my eyes."

"I'll see you in the morning. If I'm free, I'm in no hurry." I got in the car. " "I'm really tired, I want to sleep."

"You have a wide range of connections. Can you come up with the case file and have a look? I want to know what it was like. " I leaned against the seat with my eyes closed.

"I'll have morning tea with you tomorrow morning." He walked me to the door.

"Come back at nine." I waved at him and went upstairs.

Once inside, he collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to take a bath.

"Aren't you going to wash up and go to sleep?" The bed sank and a silver-haired general appeared beside him.

I opened an eyelid and glanced at him. "Didn't we agree to go in through the door?"

"For fear of disturbing the neighbors, I lived here for a while and learned to speak of public morals."

"Hur hur." I rolled over and pressed the pillow to my head. "Tell me what a public virtue is."

"When you do that at home, don't shout it out loud." He answered very seriously.

"People will scold me. It's not fair to say it's in the middle of the night."

"Is there something? "If you have nothing to do, hurry up and f * ck off. If you're dressed like this, others might think you've transmigrated." "Help me turn on the air conditioner."

"Give Xiao Yao a call. He seems to have encountered some difficulties." With that, he took a deep breath. "This room smells really good."

"You smelled wrong, I don't use perfume."

"You're still a virgin, Xing Mu."

I took the whip from under my pillow and shook it. "Get out before I get angry."

"Haha." This is called shyness. I learned it. " He disappeared in a flash.

I finally fell into a deep, sweet sleep.

"… …"

Xiao Yao opened his eyes and looked at me in pain.

"Wood, my body hurts." He gripped my hand tightly, his face contorted in pain. I looked around helplessly. No one could help me.

His fires of life rose and fell, and he rolled on the bed, suffering.

I hugged his body and cried.

I woke up from a dream, the quilt fell to the ground, I was covered with sweat.

It was already dawn.