Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

There are black and white photos of Wuxie when he was a child. In the photos, the little baby is wearing a small jacket and taking a photo with two other children.

One looks like a girl, and the other has very light hair, but...

Li Cu frowned, then let go. Maybe it was an illusion...

Turning back, it is the innocence of youth.

He hugged a person in costume. The person had heavy makeup on, but it was clear that he looked very graceful. "Wuxie is quite lucky!"

Grandma Wu also laughed: "He would say that himself."

Then I flipped the pages and found that Wuxie’s growth was inseparable from the man in the costume; that man appeared in every photo.

The more he looked, the more panicked Li Cu became.

When he reached the last page, Li Cu suddenly felt short of breath. He told himself that he couldn’t turn the page any further.

But Grandma Wu helped him turn that page. There were only two photos. One was a photo of five people in suits standing in front of the entrance of the Crescent Hotel.

The person in the C position couldn't be more familiar, and the other photo was a half-length photo of four people. The clear face gave Li Cu a big shock.

"Grandma...who are these people?" Li Cu pointed at the half-length photo and asked unwillingly.

Grandma Wu pointed at them one by one, her hands shaking slightly, just like Li Cu's heart.

"The guy wearing the hood is called Brother. His name is Zhang Qiling. He is Xiao Xie's friend..."

Li Cu felt like he was falling into an icy cave, and all he could hear was Grandma Wu's words "little brother..."

A scene flashed through my mind. An An, who was always kind and gentle, got angry that time and said the same thing as Wu Xie.

'Don't call him little brother!'

Grandma Wu didn't notice and pointed at another person: "His name is Fatty Wang, and he is also Xiao Xie's friend..."

When it came to the last one, Li Cu suddenly didn’t want to listen anymore. He wanted An An to tell him in person. He thought, An An must not have lied to him!

It's just that I didn't ask. Just like An An said, he never concealed the fact that he knew Kung Fu and went to the desert.

Li Cu quickly closed the photo album: "Grandma, I know this person, no need to tell me, I can go ask him myself."

Grandma Wu was surprised, but also very happy: "You also know Mumu, tell him to come visit me often, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Mu...mumu?"

"Yes, Yin Qiaomu, don't you know him?"

Li Cu supported himself on the table with his hands but couldn't stand up. He felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

"I know him... Of course I know him... He is very handsome, with white hair... He has a nice smile..."

Grandma Wu nodded: "Yes, these brats are always causing trouble. Fatty Wang even gave them the nickname F4, and they travel all over the world."

Li Cu felt bitter in his mouth. Wuxie...Wuxie...it was all because of Wuxie!

"Will Wuxie come back? Can he come back?"

"Of course I will come back, otherwise why would he let you come to Wushanju? Wushanju is his home, and he asked you to come back home in his place."

Li Cu remained silent, not knowing how to react.

"Have a good rest, kid. I'm leaving first." Grandma Wu stood up, touched his head, slowly turned around and left.

Li Cu was in a daze, trying to recall the details.

He took out his phone and looked through the photo album. An An looked youthful in the album.

"How could it be one person? It should be his father or elder, or brother. White hair should be hereditary, right!"

Li Cu touched the screen of his mobile phone, but what he felt was not a warm face, but a cold screen.

"Yin Qiaomu, Xu An? Different surnames, are they cousins?"

Although it is useless to miss someone, it is not a problem to be melancholy and crazy

At night, Grandma Wu took Li Cu to a room.

"Grandma, what is this place?"

"Back then, Xiao Xie told me that if someone came looking for me in the future, I must bring him here."

The place that Grandma Wu brought Li Cu to was the memorial ancestral hall of Gutongjing, which was filled with densely packed tablets, all of which had no surnames or specific names.

"That's the ancestral hall of Jiumen." Grandma Wu lit a stick of incense.

Li Cu looked at the tablets and heard the familiar word Jiumen: "Grandma, what is Jiumen?"

"The Nine Gates are nine large families united together, known as the Old Nine Gates. When they were prosperous, they occupied most of Changsha City."

"What happened next? How did the Nine Gates become?"