Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Huo Xiangu was upright at this time and threw away Cong Ye's umbrella.

The umbrella was like a poor mushroom, rolling and somersaulting on the steps, and was eventually swept away by the wind.

Cong Ye looked at Huo Xiangu and comforted her: "Why did you come here in such heavy rain? You didn't even come to sit in the house?"

Huo Xiangu sniffed, tears rolling down again: "I'm not going!"

"When this girl is sold, I won't stand by and watch."

Cong also knew what Huo Xiangu wanted to hear.

When this explanation came out, Huo Xiangu's tears were like a faucet being tightened.

She looked at Cong Ye with grievance, who was now a head taller than her, and asked tremblingly: "Then do you like her?"

Cong Ye shook his head.

Huo Xiangu suddenly laughed.

His pupils were soaked in tears, becoming clearer and clearer.

The little girl's mind was as clear and transparent as a mirror at this moment.

Cong also saw his own face and Huo Xiangu's thoughts in this mirror.

"Then do you like me?"

With anticipation and nervousness, Huo Xiangu clenched the corners of her skirt with her hands behind her back.

She and Cong Ye were childhood sweethearts. She had liked Cong Ye very much since the first time she met Cong Ye when she was nine years old.

As the two of them grew older, she knew that she would definitely marry Cong Ye in the future, and she naively thought that Cong would also marry her.

It wasn't until yesterday's incident came out that Huo Xiangu finally started to feel flustered and self-doubt.

Cong also showed a slight smile: "I like it."

Huo Xiangu's cheeks seemed to light up instantly, and her smile was so bright that even the dark clouds could not hide it.

But this joy did not last long.

Because Cong Ye didn't finish what he said, he had another more important sentence.

"Love for my sister."

There was a roar in Huo Xiangu's ears.

It was raining in front of me, and the world seemed to have been picked up and shaken, and all the order was reversed.

For example, Cong would not marry her, and Cong only regarded her as his sister...

She felt as if needles were pricking her whole body.

She is Huo Xiangu.

She is a girl from the Huo family.

There is nothing to fault about.

No matter which man he is, he will never reject her.

But Cong Ye...

He actually rejected her!

Huo Xiangu was good at martial arts, but at this moment her mind went blank and she only knew how to hit Cong Ye in the chest with her fist.

"You're such an asshole!"

Huo Xiangu didn't shed any tears.

Her eyes were sore and hot, but she didn't want to shed tears in front of Cong Ye who rejected her.

"I'm not your sister, I'm your sister!"

She wanted to say too much, but her pride only allowed her to say something that seemed to make people laugh or cry.

Yes, she is 19 years old, Cong Ye.

But Cong has always been coaxing her and accommodating her, so much so that she sometimes ignores the fact that Cong is younger than her.

Cong Ye once gave her so much love that she thought it was love.

Huo Xiangu bit her lower lip tightly. The moment she realized that her tears were about to fall, she turned around and staggered into the rain.

She did not hold an umbrella, and her figure was shrouded in rain and smoke.

Cong also took two steps forward, but the clerk immediately stopped him:

"Oh! I'd better go see Miss Huo off. If you go, won't Miss Huo's feelings for you have to rekindle?"

The waiter was obviously still a young boy, but he shook his head like a lover and chased after him with an umbrella.

Dude has a point.

Cong Ye stood there stupidly for a moment, then turned and walked towards the house.

Only then did he realize that his body was covered with raindrops at some point, his hair and robe were wet, and he looked quite embarrassed.

He wiped his cheeks and thought about what this was. He glanced at the pouring rain and planned to go back to the small building to take a shower and change clothes despite the rain.

He walked out of the eaves that provided shelter from the rain, but the expected rain did not fall on him.

Cong also raised his head. Half of the sky above his head was blocked by a yellowed oil-paper umbrella.

The rain hits the umbrella surface like a pipa song.

He turned around and his eyes were occupied by Er Erhong behind him.

They were very close, and Cong could see February Red more carefully.

Few people's eyebrows can be as elegant, handsome, affectionate and restrained as February Red.

Her hair is jet black, her face is smooth, and her amorous eyes are dispelled by the thick eyelashes, leaving only an inexplicable softness and gentleness.

"Let's go, master will take you back."

This sentence, in the continuous cold rain, injected a stream of warmth into Cong Ye's heart, and his whole body seemed to be warmed up.

"Well, thank you master."

Cong also sniffed sheepishly, and a drop of rain slipped down from the tip of his nose, fell on the back of Er Erhong's umbrella-holding hand, and dripped down the back of his hand to the ground.

February's red eyelashes trembled, as if the rain didn't fall on the ground, but hit his heart.

This feeling came out of nowhere, making Er Erhong feel an uncontrollable uneasiness in her heart.

……

Cong Ye and Huo Xiangu can never go back to their past.

Huo Xiangu never came to Hong Mansion to play with Cong Ye again.

Even during the Chinese New Year, Huo Xiangu was never seen among those who came to Hongfu to pay New Year greetings.

1931 is a new year, and Cong finally officially enters the adult world.

He is no longer eighteen years old, but has truly become an adult.

Grandma's health took a turn for the worse this year, and she eventually failed to make it through the autumn, disappearing suddenly like autumn leaves.

Neither Cong Ye nor Chen Pi cried, their sadness was buried deep in their hearts.

When my grandma died, she had no regrets. She only had one request.

Cong Ye and Chen Pi must always be in good health.

Cong didn't know what Chen Pi was thinking, but he remembered his grandma's last wish.

No matter what happens, life will always go on.

On the streets of Changsha City, a small fortune-telling stall is placed at the end of an inconspicuous street.

I couldn't even wait for a long time for a customer to come to my door.

The stall owner wore a pair of black round glasses and was dressed like a Taoist priest.

However, what is more eye-catching is that there is a handsome young man sitting next to him.

He was so handsome that passers-by would look at her twice until their necks felt sore.

"Hey! What happened to you and that girl from the Huo family?"

The stall owner didn't care about the business at all. He turned his head and curiously asked the young man leaning back in the lounge chair next to him.

Cong Ye raised his eyelids and said helplessly: "Master Ba, you are still a bachelor at a long time, so don't be curious about these things."

Qi Tiezui let out an ouch, pulled down his glasses, and said angrily: "What age? I'm not 30 years old yet!"

The autumn air was crisp, and Cong Ye ignored the chirping voice of Qi Tiezui in his ears and began to empty his head.

Qi Tiezui's mouth went dry as he spoke. He turned around and saw Cong Ye in a daze.

He pursed his lips and became angry for no reason, but thought of something again and showed a mysterious smile.

"Do you know what happened last night?"

Qi Tiezui is trying to be mysterious.

Cong also glanced at him: "What?"

He and Qi Tiezui got along unexpectedly, and they got along more frequently this year.

Qi Tiezui whispered a few words into his ear, and Cong Ye was indeed a little curious.

"Ghost car?"