Talking about crime on paper

Lin Xixi returned to the eleventh floor in a daze, stood on the mountain path and looked down.

It was getting late, and the lights in Wuwang City were just beginning to come on, and the vitality of the city broke out after sunset.

During the daytime, there are endless businessmen and peddlers, and at night, Hualou Restaurant opens its doors to welcome customers. This huge Wuwang city, from dawn to late night, is bustling and noisy all the time.

Pushing cups and changing lamps, feasting, feasting, drunkenness, and a lot of people's voices - this is Wuwang City.

Wuwang City always makes people in it feel that the world is prosperous and the world is beautiful.No matter where you are born or where you are going, if you have never settled in Wuwang City in your whole life, it will be considered as a waste of time to come to this prosperous world.

At the end of the flying flowers, there are thousands of mountains and ten thousand buildings.

A Feihua Street runs through Wuwang City, and at the end of the extension to the east is a high mountain called Qianzhong Mountain.

When the night is dark, the warm light of the stars rises up the mountain, dozens of small buildings are connected in a line, and the lights are connected to form a thousand-story building.

The No.11 building is located on the middle of the majestic and towering Qianzhong Mountain. Standing on the upper floor, when the sun breaks through the clouds, you can overlook the whole Wuwang City.

He had no intention of admiring Wuwang City, he was thinking of Ye Wenxiang who used to be in this city.

She used to be the number one Hualou Caiying in this city, and her stunning beauty was enough to make her take off the crown pearl easily.

But so what, once he died, the glitz faded away, leaving only endless mysteries and dirty stigma behind him.

And she was willing... just for a lover who she remembered lovingly with.

"Hee hee? What are you doing standing on the mountain road with the cold wind blowing?"

Lin Xixi turned her head and saw Mrs. Qianshan leading two attendants up the stairs on the mountain road, walking slowly towards him.

"Aunt Qianshan..." Lin Xixi's eyes were red, and there was an unspeakable soreness in her nose.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Qianshan took the small hand stove from the attendant and handed it to him, but Lin Xixi didn't take it, but leaned forward and hugged Mrs. Qianshan.

The 14-year-old boy is growing in size every day, and he is already half a head taller than Mrs. Qianshan. It is really difficult for the elders to treat him as a child who is completely ignorant of the world.

Lin Xixi felt rude when she was lying on Mrs. Qianshan's body, and took a step back in embarrassment, lowering her head and asking her: "Aunt Qianshan, if the woman from Hualou is pregnant, what will happen in the future?"

Mrs. Qianshan was obviously stunned, she held his hand and didn't know how to speak, she sighed after a long while and said: "If a man with a conscience, he will take the woman from Hualou into the house as a concubine; if he can't find the father of the child ...they can only give birth in flower houses, and the children can only be sent to reform schools when they grow up."

Lin Xixi had mixed feelings in his heart, and he became increasingly ignorant of love in this world.

These days, he has been running around for days in order to uncover the mystery behind Ye Wenxiang and give her a clean reputation... Who knows that his persistence is so ridiculous in the end.

Ye Wenxiang's heart is full of love that blinds her eyes, Li Ruanyu only sees how to seek benefits for herself after judging the situation, but Murong Xiao's eyes... I am afraid there are only fame and wealth and contemptuous teasing of inferior people.

Lin Xixi once believed in the justice of heaven in this world, and he kept saying that he wanted to let the world see the "truth", but he was naive and ignorant after all. Maybe the so-called truth is not needed in this world.

People watch what they want to see and listen to what they want to hear. Who cares about the so-called truth, and who in the world can mediate the love and hatred entanglements of others?

"Why do you look like a crying child?" Mrs. Qianshan had no choice but to lead him into the building, slowly chanting some old things, "Maybe I am old, and when I see you, I always think of my ineffectiveness." My younger brother Wan Zhong. Many years ago, Wan Zhong was often like this... Whenever he encountered sad things, he would not tell others, but just looked into the distance without saying a word. With your size, you shouldn’t be called a child anymore , but in the eyes of Aunt Qianshan, at your age, you are an ignorant child. Wan Chong was shallow when he was a child, and he had nothing to say. Thinking about it carefully, that was actually the happiest time for him... I saw a lot later Maybe I was heartbroken too... Gradually, I didn’t want to communicate with others anymore. I was young at the time, and I saw him getting depressed but didn’t know how to relieve it. Unexpectedly, the child left me and left alone in the end. Hehehe, if you are willing to call me 'Aunt Qianshan' from the bottom of your heart and recognize me as an elder, you might as well tell me what's on your mind, don't suppress yourself like Wanzhong..."

Lin Xixi shook her head with tears in her eyes. Ye Wenxiang's case was a big oolong in the end.Maybe ever since she and Murong Xiao were reincarnated, one chose the old love and the other chose wealth and glory, so the ending was already doomed.

Even if Lin Xixi was unwilling, she could only let them go in the end.Such a useless ending really made him not know where to start, so he buried his head, held back his tears and followed Mrs. Qianshan into the building.

Mrs. Qian Shan took the food box and brought out the snacks one by one. After wandering around in front of him for a few times, she didn't see the lively and frisky skin boy showing her face, so she had no choice but to say: "Just now I asked the girl from Hualou... But someone else told you the story of Lin'er?"

"Ah?" Lin Xixi was taken aback, He Lin?What's up with him?I haven't seen you for two days, what is He Lin busy with?

Mrs. Qianshan saw Lin Xixi suddenly come back to her senses, and said in her heart that it was indeed the matter of He Lin that made him sad, so she could only explain: "Lin'er has indeed suffered a lot because of his background, but since he was taken back by his father After Dust Star Island, life has been much better... Although he is always unwilling to admit his blood, maybe he is still a bit unwilling... But no matter what, he has grown into a handsome young man now? You Why are you still sad for him?"

"Sad for him?" Lin Xixi was puzzled, besides paying a lot of money for him in the tailor's department, what was there to be sad about that fox eye?

"Although Lin'er's mother was born in Hualou, but he has a direct bloodline that can truly resonate with the imperial formation. In time, he must be the one who inherits Dust Star Island...People say that a hero doesn't ask where he came from, as long as he can To revive Dust Star Island, what's the problem with such a background?"

"What?" Lin Xixi raised his head abruptly. He only thought that He Lin was a child of a family wandering around, but he never thought about it...

"what are you saying?!"

The door of the No.11 building was suddenly pushed open with great force, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud "bang", which shocked the people in the building.Along with the cold wind came the low chill on He Lin's body. Lin Xixi looked over in panic, and saw He Lin's face was hidden in the shadow with his back to the light outside. His gloomy face made him dare not look straight look sullen.

"Who told you to inquire about this?!"

He Lin rushed over in two or three steps, pinched Lin Xixi's back collar and lifted him up vigorously. Lin Xixi keenly noticed that He Lin's hand that was holding him was trembling slightly.

"Lin Xixi, who told you to ask Madam Qianshan about this?!"

Lin Xixi couldn't react in time. He thought that He Lin always had a casual look on weekdays, as if nothing in this world could touch his heart, and it seemed that other people's infatuated entanglements had nothing to do with him, even when he went to the Nightingale Pavilion When picking him up, he was also able to handle the incomprehensible gazes of others. He had never seen He Lin's face flushed with anger, and those eyes staring at him seemed to punch him right through, nailing two big eyes. hole.