monster study

At this moment, the plain in Huang Mao's heart was experiencing a magnitude [-] earthquake. He looked at Xiao Qiao who was walking slowly in front of him, and wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run.

When the beautiful store manager heard that they had met twice in a row, he patted the two of them on the shoulder and said, "We are destined".What a fart!He doesn't want this kind of fate!

In fact, he wanted to run away in the store just now, but Xiao Qiao was sitting next to him reading the newspaper, Huang Mao didn't dare to run away.The beautiful store manager even helped him cut his hair, and praised his yellow hair is very beautiful, how can he run away?

All in all, all the helplessness and compulsions have resulted in the current situation—he, a proud yellow-haired punk, followed behind a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who didn't know whether he was a man or a ghost, and he didn't know where he was going.

In fact, Huang Mao wanted to become a man with a visual system before, but he was afraid that his father would kill him, so he had to dye his yellow hair to mean it, but now he felt that he was really going to die.

"You..." Xiao Qiao suddenly stopped and turned to look over.

"Wh, what's the matter?" Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat, his hands clinging to the hem of his trousers, and he almost shouted a loud "here".

Little Qiao wondered, "Am I that scary?"

"No, no." Huang Mao shook his head quickly, "You are very kind!"

you?Amiable?Xiao Qiao shook her head and gave up the in-depth communication with Huang Mao, "Would you rather drink coffee or tea?"

"Huh?" Huang Mao was dumbfounded.

"Coffee or tea?" Xiao Qiao asked again.

Only then did Huang Mao come back to his senses, thinking that he had to be more mature, and then said with a serious face, "Tea."

So Xiao Qiao took Huang Mao to a nearby teahouse for tea.

The place Xiao Qiao chose was certainly not a place where a group of old men played chess or mahjong. The teahouse was very quiet, with only the strong fragrance of tea mixed with the faint scent of ink and books.Landscape screens separated the private rooms, but Xiao Qiao didn't take him to sit there. Instead, he chose a seat by the window. The reflection of the flower window fell on Xiao Qiao's cup holding the ceramic teacup together with the sunlight. In hand, just right.

"Tell me, how did you know me?" Xiao Qiao was very comfortable in such a place.But Huang Mao felt uncomfortable, and quickly talked about the photo.

Xiao Qiao listened, and took a sip of tea slowly.The heat of the tea twisted into a layer of mist on the lenses, so he took off the glasses and took out the glasses cloth he carried with him to wipe them off, "Your grandma?"

Huangmao scratched his head and explained: "The photos are actually my grandma's, and they were placed on the closet with other old photos. Later, my grandma died, and she put those photos in her room to commemorate her gone."

Too grandma?The timing was right.Huang Mao is still young, and his grandma will not be very old, so it is impossible to know Xiao Qiao.Xiao Qiao asked again: "What's your grandma's name?"

"Su Qiaolan." Huang Mao answered truthfully.

Xiao Qiao recalled the name carefully, but couldn't think of any memory related to it.But why does a strange woman have his picture and keep it in the room?

When Huang Mao saw Xiao Qiao's frowning expression, he panicked, "My grandma's house used to open a photo studio, so maybe it was at that time that I took your photos. There are other people, so it's really nothing, hahaha..."

God what am I talking about.

Huang Mao grabbed the ground with his head in his heart, saying that this conversation itself is very strange!He was actually discussing something that happened a hundred years ago with others, could this little handsome guy be Tianshan Child Elder? !

Tianshan Child Elder didn't live that long, did she?By the way, is he still alive?

No, if he's dead, is it a zombie?Zombie? !

Xiao Qiao looked at Huang Mao's foolishness from the opposite side, and couldn't bear it anymore, "No matter what you are thinking in your heart right now, stop it."

Huang Mao shuddered and stopped quickly, but his thoughts were like a wild horse running wild, he couldn't stop no matter what.Huang Mao felt so bitter that he almost cried, "I can't help it."

"I've never seen anyone stupider than you." Xiao Qiao put on her glasses again and completely lost interest in communicating with him.

However, Xiao Qiao didn't speak, Yajing's teahouse was Huangmao's hell.After a while, Xiao Qiao noticed that Huangmao was bending down to pick up something, with a suspicious shape, so he also glanced down, and then he found Huangmao secretly observing his shadow.

Xiao Qiao: "..."

When Huang Mao raised his head again, he suddenly found that Xiao Qiao looked at him with a little more kindness in his eyes.It's like that, look at how stupid this kid is.

"Don't look, I'm still alive." Xiao Qiao finally let him go mercifully, "The person in the photo is my elder."

elder?Are there elders who still look so similar after two generations?Huang Mao was very puzzled, of course he was more inclined to this more reasonable explanation, but...

"Don't think so much, it will only cause you trouble." Xiao Qiao said, "If possible, please bring that photo for me to take a look at."

That was the end of the brief meeting. Xiao Qiao wrote down a phone number on a sticky note, stood up and nodded to Huang Mao, then got up and left.

Huang Mao looked at his straight back through the water mist rising from the teacup, and the antique furnishings around him seemed to be smudged by the mist, making Xiao Qiao's figure more and more hazy.

It's so hazy that it doesn't look like a real person.

Huang Mao rubbed his eyes, and hurriedly leaned over to the window to look down. When Xiao Qiao went out from the main entrance downstairs, a man in a suit got out of the car by the side of the road and walked towards Xiao Qiao with a parasol. go.

At this moment, Xiao Qiao's image became real again.

Huang Mao scratched his head, picked up the piece of paper with the phone number written on it, and became more and more confused.

The next day, Lin Qianfeng came back from a trip when he heard the phone ringing in the study, so he picked it up.The man said he wanted to find Xiao Qiao, and Xiao Qiao raised his head from the computer, "You let him come over, I can't leave now."

Lin Qianfeng immediately reported the address of the study to the other side, and suddenly remembered something, and after hanging up the phone, he asked, "The photo? Is it the yellow hair from that night?"

"Yeah." Xiao Qiao nodded in agreement, and started to write the plan with her fingers flying.

Seeing that he was busy, Lin Qianfeng didn't bother him anymore, went to the kitchen to make two cups of tea silently, then sat on the sofa and read a book.

Xiao Qiao smelled the fragrance of tea, said "thank you", and continued to work.Lin Qianfeng caught a glimpse of his profile from time to time, wearing glasses with a focused expression, revealing a calmness that did not match his age.

Half an hour later, Huang Mao got off the taxi, looked at the majestic plaque in the Monster Study, and gulped.In fact, he was almost convincing himself that Xiao Qiao and the people in the photo were really just elders and juniors who looked alike, but this plaque and the copper bell at the corner made him feel—hanging.

Mom, why didn't he think that it's not a human or a ghost, but a demon!China has a vast land and abundant resources, what species do not exist? !

Huang Mao stood at the door, wanting to shake his legs uncontrollably.

To enter, or not to enter, that is the question.Just when he was very confused, he suddenly heard a few girls passing behind excitedly saying "tie grass", "handsome boss" and so on.Huang Mao turned his head to hear more clearly, but when he turned around, he found two men standing behind him.

One of the shorter ones smiled politely at him, then walked past him, reached out and turned over the "Closed" sign hanging on the study door, and replaced it with "Open".

The man with a particularly outstanding figure in the back glanced at his yellow hair curiously.When Huang Mao passed by, an old hen he was carrying in his hand even yelled at him.

Huang Mao was taken aback, and he didn't know which point of the man's smile he hit with this action, which made him laugh out loud.But soon the short, handsome young man in front turned around and yelled, and the man followed him briskly.

The two went in, leaving Huang Mao alone in a mess in the wind.

Or let's go in, it's already here, Huang Mao thought.After all, the young man with a very clean temperament also went in, it seems that this place should not be a scary place.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Mao finally stepped into the door of the monster's study.It was a good study room but no one was receiving guests in front, so Huang Mao had no choice but to walk inside bravely, because he was afraid that a big man-eating monster would rush out from some corner, and he walked very carefully and lightly.

As a result, there was a loud thunder on the ground, "There are thieves!"

"There are thieves! Lu Lu!"

"Lu Lu, Lu Lu, come quickly! Hit the thief!"

From time to time, the crisp and immature childish voice passed through the surroundings, but Huangmao looked left and right but didn't find anyone, which was scary. "Who? Who's there?!"

"It's you, Mr. Taibai (Taihei)!" The two voices were superimposed, and at the same time a ball of wool flew out. Before the yellow hair could hide, it drew a beautiful arc and fell three meters away from him .

This is a bit embarrassing.

"Oh!" Taibai Taihei hid at the stairs and watched quietly, sighing.But that's ok, the great Taibaitai has a second ball of yarn!

So the two little fat guys worked together to lift up the second ball of yarn, exchanged cheering looks, and were about to throw it out with a howl.

As a result, a big hand stretched out and snatched their wool ball away.

The little fat man looked up stupidly, and saw Shang Si throwing the ball of wool, raised his eyebrows and said, "I said why the round ball of wool keeps being thrown away, so it was you two little fat bastards who secretly hid it, look at me Do not report to Yuanyuan."

"Don't, don't, don't!" The little fat man was in a hurry, each hugging Shang Si's ankle, begging for mercy with big innocent eyes blinking, "Master, don't tell Lu Lu, don't!"

"Bribe me." Shang Siyi said righteously.

So the little fat guys promised a lot of unequal treaties with tears in their eyes.They vaguely remembered that Xiao Qiao said that this is called bowing to the evil forces.

And at this moment, Huang Mao summoned up the courage to walk over, his legs trembling at a frequency that probably ensured that he could safely spend the entire winter in the south.

Shang Si glanced at him in disgust, and then shouted in the direction of the living room, "Xiao Qiao, someone is looking for you!"

After finishing speaking, Shang Si went to the second floor along the stairs.

Huang Mao looked around in fear, making sure that there was no third person here, and even more afraid to think about where the voices of the two little dolls came from.

Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha...

Two chubby guys sat in a broken wooden box of each other's sundries at his feet, looking up at him—this guy, who looked like a golden monkey, was just stupid.

Five minutes later, Huang Mao finally sat down opposite Xiao Qiao and handed over the old photo.After receiving the hot tea from Lin Qianfeng, the moment it warmed his stomach, Huang Mao felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Dad, hair color doesn't bother me anymore.

On the opposite side, Xiao Qiao stared at the photo and didn't speak for a long time.He had actually taken many photos in the past and published them in newspapers, but he himself never thought that the one he would see again after a hundred years would be this one.

His eyes flicked over the people in the photo, over himself, and finally fixed on the man standing behind him.That was his father, who was alive when this photo was taken.

At that time, everything was not so bad. Qiao's mansion was still full of warmth and happiness. Xiao Qiao was studying at ease. He had just met a very respectable teacher.

If all this has not fallen apart.