Scattered Feather

Let the driver go back the same way and came to the parents' grave.Impressively engraved on the screen: Tombs of Song Pingmo and Qiao Jingyuan.

"Dad, Mom..." Qing Yu tremblingly said, "I... am back..."

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Jin Lan fell weakly on the sofa, "I'm so tired..."

Ling Xuan comforted: "This is the feeling after absorbing spiritual power."

At this time, Jin Lan's cell phone rang, and the two words on the screen were: Qing Yu.

Fortunately, Ling Xuan didn't look this way, "What to eat? I'll do it."

"No." Jin Lan said softly, "Someone is looking for me."

Jinlan lowered her voice and answered the phone. "Hello……"

"Jin Lan." Qing Yu's voice was a little indifferent, "Didn't you agree ten years ago...to help me solve all this?"

Jin Lan was stunned, no way, Qing Yu recovered?Glancing at Ling Xuan, is it because he lost his spiritual power that he remembered it?

"You are the person I trust the most." Qing Yu said softly. "How can this be..."

Jinlan struggled to get up from the sofa and ran out of the villa, "Where are you now? I'll go find you right away!"

Ling Xuan hurriedly followed out to support the staggering Jinlan, "You need to rest, let's put something aside first."

"I..." Jin Lan realized that Qing Yu had hung up the phone.

Ling Xuan was puzzled: "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Jin Lan just shook her head in tears, "I...I didn't want to...I thought I could change..."

Qing Yu sighed, if the book was written about me, then I really liked Ling Xuan, but in the end I forgot about Xiaobai and Ling Xuan because of the return of my soul body.

Kneeling in front of the tomb, Qingyu felt the confusion she had never felt before. What should she do next?I really do not know……

"What should I do..." Qing Yu's voice trembled a little.

As if to suit the occasion, there was light rain in the sky, and the raindrops washed away the dust on the tombstone, and everything became clean.

"The sky is not beautiful..." Qing Yu said with a light smile.

The rain was getting heavier, cold raindrops hit Qing Yu's body, and he didn't sleep well last night. Sitting in front of the grave, Qing Yu felt more and more sleepy, and his eyelids became heavy.

Leaning lightly on the tombstone of his parents, slowly closing his eyes, Qingyu fell asleep in the rain like a child who lost his dream.

In the haze, I felt that I was hugged and lay down in a warm and familiar embrace.

"It's stupid."

Is it Ling Xuan's voice... But it doesn't matter...

She leaned against his chest as if looking for warmth, and heard him seem to laugh, was he laughing at herself...

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Well, let's start petting next.