intangible heritage

The place where Wei Yuanzhi made an appointment was a coffee shop near Mingci Hospital. When Qin Rong arrived, Wei Yuanzhi was already in there.

He was wearing a thin sweater, and he lowered his head to stir the coffee. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Rong approaching, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Wei Yuanzhi said, "I specially ordered a cup of hot milk for you."

Qin Rong's fingertips trembled, and he held onto the corner of the table with both hands before he could barely stand up straight, "What do you want!"

Wei Yuanzhi took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Sit first."

The sun outside was very good, but when it fell on Qin Rong, it still made him feel completely cold.

As soon as I closed my eyes, there were densely packed words in the room before my eyes.

Seeing Qin Rong's appearance, Wei Yuanzhi couldn't help laughing.

His smile was very light, more mocking, as if he was watching a poor performance, he was disdainful, but out of politeness he still maintained a thin ice smile.

Qin Rong naturally saw it. From the first meeting to now, he had felt this feeling vaguely——Wei Yuanzhi looked down on him.

Qin Rong never cared about other people's eyes, but at this moment, he felt like a thorn in his back.

Wei Yuanzhi withdrew his gaze, tapped his knuckles on the table in an orderly manner, lowered his gaze, and blew away the fine foam that stirred up, "Does President Qin like to listen to stories?"

After talking with Wei Yuanzhi a few times, Qin Rong roughly figured out the habit of this person's speech, what he said was wrong, he said what came to his mind, and he did what he liked.

Even if Qin Rong said he didn't like it at this moment, Wei Yuanzhi would continue to talk, so Qin Rong simply nodded with a stiff face.

He really couldn't show a good face anymore, and he couldn't even maintain his usual calmness.

The densely packed words in the ward are tightly wrapped around the heart like fishing lines, and the breath smells of blood and pain.

"I'm thinking about which paragraph to start with." Wei Yuanzhi propped his jaw, his movements were lax and casual, but the eyes behind the slices were sharp, he thought for a while, and then made a decision, "From 1705 .Did Mr. Qin take a closer look? What does it look like?"

"prison."

The handcuffs and anklets, the black cloth on the door panels and windows, reveal depression everywhere.

Wei Yuanzhi laughed, "Smart."

In the next second, his voice became much colder, "The people inside didn't enter voluntarily, nor were they crazy."

Wei Yuanzhi clearly saw that Qin Rong's lips were instantly pale as rice paper, and he knew that Qin Rong understood.

Qin Rong's lips moved, his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

Not voluntarily, thinking of the time point mentioned on the phone, almost instantly, Qin Rong sorted out the ins and outs, and Qin Rong didn't need to guess who did it.

Qin Rong gritted his teeth and silently read out two words - Qin Sheng.

Tiger poison doesn't eat babies yet, but Qin Sheng threw the living Jiang Xun into a prison-like ward.

He closed his eyes in pain.

When he thought that when he was in the convalescent area, Ah Xun was in the ward separated from him in the hospital, and he felt chills all over his body.

At the beginning, when Jiang Xun left, he only thought that his threat had worked, but he never imagined that it was Qin Sheng who locked Jiang Xun into Mingci Hospital.

madman!Beast!

Isn't it enough to destroy him?Why do you want to torture Jiang Xun!

Qin Rong clenched his fists tightly, and veins appeared on his head.

"and then?"

Wei Yuanzhi leaned back and wrote lightly: "Then it was very simple, I saved him and took him away." He pretended to be regretful, "Is this story too simple?"

He didn't wait for Qin Rong to answer, and said again: "In this case, I'll give you a little easter egg."

Wei Yuanzhi pointed to his neck and said, "Do you still remember why I kept saying that your pheromone is very special?"

"Because—" Wei Yuanzhi had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "Every half a month, someone will give Jiang Xun a trigger, and then fill the whole room with your pheromone."

"Mingci's sound insulation is very good, but you can still hear the heart-piercing sound, tsk, what kind of hatred are you talking about, so tormenting people."

Wei Yuanzhi said: "So that every time I smell this unlucky smell, I know that I must not be able to sleep well."

Qin Rong didn't know how he had listened to the entire speech, with only a few words, but the hidden past made Qin Rong almost die.

How hard it is to have a fever, as the countless scars on his arms can prove, but at least he won't be tortured by Jiang Xun's pheromones.

But what about Jiang Xun?

How did he survive?

[The author has something to say]: This book should not be too long!so!That's why this chapter is short!

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