my love

The cloth shoes knocked on the wooden floor without making a sound, but the owner's steps were not muddy.Walking along the corridor decorated with plain onyx in black and white, its owner stopped in front of a door, a hollowed-out double-entry carved black door, whether it is the gluttonous hollowed-out animal pattern on the top, or the red sandalwood door, It is not easy to show the identity of this famous guest.Ming Qian stood in front of the door and pushed open the door easily. There was no lock. Ming Qian raised his eyebrows. The curtains in the room were drawn, and the lack of air circulation for a long time made people feel a little tight in the chest. The hardwood chair next to the Eight Immortals table in the room A man in a casual suit sat slumped on the table. Mingqian walked up to him and seemed to be asking a question, but his gentle tone was very sure: "What are you worrying about? Your brother wins a thousand times?"

"What did you come to see me for?" Ying Ziliang raised his head, there was a layer of black under his eyes, and heavy bags under his eyes, obviously he didn't sleep well, but his tone was as gentle as possible.

"I just came to talk to you." Mingqian naturally sat down on the solid wooden chair opposite the Eight Immortals table. He sat very straight, and his tone was gentle and gentle.

"What are you talking about? What's there to talk about now?" Things are like this, Mingxi's matter has not been resolved, and Ying Ziliang feels that he has no energy to do other things.

Ming Qian nodded indifferently: "You have worried a lot about Xiaoxi, and I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Ying Ziliang glanced at him sideways, then lowered his head again, his black hair blocked his eyes again, and he didn't know what he was looking at: "Mingxi is my friend, she...she is like this now, I want to help She should find out the cause of death. You don't have to thank me." He said it as a matter of course, Ming Qian nodded slightly, and seemed relieved that Mingxi could make such a friend, with a gentle admiration on his face smile.

"In that case, how about we make a deal?" Ming Qian suddenly changed the subject, Ying Ziliang didn't know what he wanted to do, "Since you regard us as friends, then I don't want to lose you."

Ying Ziliang raised his head again, with surprise and doubt in his eyes: "Deal? What deal?" He didn't think there was anything that could be traded between the two of them, and the hand that was originally on his knee unconsciously let go. At the table of the Eight Immortals.

Seeing him asking this question, Ming Qian explained with a good-tempered chuckle: "It's very simple, and I don't want anything from you. I just hope you can tell me some clues you found, and as a reward, I will tell you Gu Cheng What I can't tell you." Fair enough.We each have our place, and since you want to know this, it doesn't hurt if I tell you.

After hearing the "transaction content" Ming Qian said, Ying Ziliang stood up first, and walked slowly to the cabinet: "You have been here for so long, and I haven't poured you tea. I am really negligent." What Gu Cheng couldn't tell me, What is that, about Ah Cheng?After all, Mingqian is the owner of a famous family, he must know a lot, he has the right to choose whether to tell me, but he doesn't even know the relationship between him and Gu Cheng, and he doesn't know if he can be trusted.

Ying Ziliang opened the cupboard, took out a can of tea leaves, poured some tea leaves into two delicate blue and white porcelain cups, and brewed them with a kettle. The tea was good tea, and the quiet fragrance spread faintly in the room. every corner.Gently put the tea on the table, Ying Ziliang sat down again and said slowly and firmly, "I agree."

Ming Qian picked up the tea, closed the lid and blew twice before slowly taking a sip: "You are the guest of our famous family. I haven't entertained you yet. You are too polite. If this is the case, then we will have a pleasant cooperation." .”

It was a long time after Ming Qian left that Ying Ziliang poured out the two cups of cold tea.

In the early morning of the next day, the hall of Mingjia's mansion was filled with a heavy sense of sadness. The funeral of Mingxi's young lady Mingxi started at 4 o'clock. At this time, the sky was still hazy and the air was very cold.Ying Ziliang changed into a solemn black suit, lined with a pure white shirt, with a small white flower pinned to the neckline, and the petals overlapped layer upon layer.Everyone has one in their chest.Everyone in the hall lowered their heads and stood a few meters away from the central coffin. The atmosphere was silent and sad. Occasionally, those who talked in a low voice only said a few words.Ying Ziliang was standing in the crowd, never taking his eyes off the coffin. The girl was lying quietly among the white and yellow flowers, wearing a neat black coat, and the quilt was covered up to her chest and overlapped. There are also a few yellow and white daisies in the hands of the abdomen.A head of light golden long hair fell down, the eyelids were lightly closed and the long eyelashes fell down, and the pair of bright eyes under the eyelids would never appear again.The original blood red lips have faded, leaving only unnatural paleness.Ying Ziliang walked over and gently placed the white bouquet in her hand beside her. Looking at Mingxi's jade-like fingers, some happy and bad memories of being with Mingxi came flooding back. In my mind, from the first meeting, no one expected this innocent girl to end like this.

Ying Ziliang doesn't like this kind of person who is too naive and only wants to escape from the family cage, but it is undeniable that deep down in his heart he still yearns for such a person.Ying Ziliang is a little confused about the things he once wanted to protect, those things he lost.

The final picture was fixed on Mingxi's bright smiling face, which illuminated the world like the sun, but now that the sun has gone out, the world has returned to loneliness.

He didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, squatted down and gently held Mingxi's icy cold hand, "Rest in peace, no matter what - I will find the person who killed you." Ying Ziliang solemnly said beside her body He made his oath, closed his eyes, and tears slipped down quietly.