Curse of Love 3

No matter how good it is, it loses the long-standing taste of the drama and becomes nondescript. It's a pity that Yu Yu has a solid foundation. As a researcher of history, this is the last thing he likes to see.

The audience finally left the stage reluctantly. Many young people were happily discussing what about Yu Yu. Occasionally, someone saw Si Qianxu in a black trench coat and slender trousers with shoulder-length hair, and their eyes lit up—— Such a gentle and good-looking man, even the frowning and melancholy look makes people unable to take their eyes off...

Si Qianxu's mind was still spinning on a few things, but when he caught sight of the frequent glances of four or five people, he smiled at them.

The third young master of the Wei family grew up in a foreign country. He is elegant and elegant, and he is also involved in history. When he smiles politely at others, he has an aristocratic gentlemanly demeanor that men envy women. Boys and girls who are not strong are immediately convinced.

Now that the handsome guy took care of them, he naturally wanted to go up to hook them up. A girl dressed in tights and dressed in a punk style greeted him generously: "Hi~ handsome~ are you coming to the show?"

Si Qianxu nodded a little embarrassingly. Although the Italians are very enthusiastic, it is still the domestic style to be called a handsome guy everywhere. What is this called?Chinese characteristics?And the dress of these young people is really...

"Are you also Yu Yu's fan?" The person who asked the question was a boy with a hedgehog hair. He didn't look very old, probably a high school student.

Si Qianxu smiled, but did not answer directly, and said, "You are so young, do you also like Peking Opera?"

The other girl was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and looked more innocent. She looked at him for a while, and looked a little shy, "Actually... I don't really understand."

Si Qianxu was puzzled, "Then what's the point of watching Peking Opera?" What's more, it's not the weekend, so they skipped class, right?

The boy who fell at the end wore glasses, with an intoxicated expression on his face, "It can help us find ourselves."

"Huh?" Si Qianxu thought he had heard wrong.

The punk girl also showed a similar expression, "Sister Yu Yu said, this world is ugly, and everyone wears a mask to face the world, just like Sheng Dan Jing Mo Ugly in Peking Opera, with a thick and thick expression. Makeup, different people, wearing different masks, facing different people.”

"We don't have the ability to peel off other people's masks. We can only silently resist the world, peel off our own masks, and find ourselves." The tone of the T-shirt girl can even be said to be devout.

Si Qianxu was at a loss - can you peel off the mask and find yourself by watching Peking Opera?What is this point of view?

The hedgehog-haired boy said: "Watching Peking Opera is just a way. The world keeps brainwashing us. We have to resist. Only by watching Sister Yu Yu's performance can we persevere."

"Yu Yu said it?" Si Qianxu resisted the urge to touch his forehead - are you sure that the world brainwashed you, not that Yu Yu?Who is that Yu Yu?Is it cult?

The T-shirt girl became shy again after she finished speaking, "Don't you know?"

Si Qianxu shook his head, trying his best to show curiosity, "Very... well, a novel point of view, I don't know where you saw it?" If it was during a performance, it is impossible to check the information and not find it.

"Blog, we've been looking for a long time to find it!"

Book Six: The Widow (5)

Si Qianxu asked a few more words, and took the blog address from them, and they reluctantly said goodbye. When he stood there wondering, he put his hands on his shoulders, and Si Qianxu looked up. Look, it really was his family's lover Baili Mengyan, who was frowning and looking at the boys and girls walking away with a hostile expression.

The historical researcher is overjoyed, is this jealous?So she turned his face away, smiled and smiled, knowingly asked: "What's wrong with Mengyan?"

Lord Zero Bingyan still frowned, "Who are those people?"

"Well... just an ordinary student."

Baili Mengyan looked at him disapprovingly, "People who don't know each other just chat for so long?" He didn't like contact with strangers, so he waited for a while before showing up.

Si Qianxu poked his icy face and smiled sullenly, "So that's what people who are jealous."

One of him and Baili Mengyan was too tolerant and the other was too incomprehensible. They were together two years ago not so much as falling in love, but because of the impulse of love and the fate of being bound together without hesitation, so they compromised repeatedly. I can't help arguing, but it's different now. The impulses of the past have been precipitated in the face of too many separations and deaths for too long, and they have become the tenacity to truly walk hand in hand. Many times, we no longer need to be cautious.In fact, I don’t know when the curse will end. Maybe the earth will shake up before then and everyone will be together in 2012. Why do you think so much about what you have and what you don’t have?

Baili Mengyan's face became even colder, but the tips of his ears were a little red.Si Qianxu laughed, enough was enough, and he stopped teasing people. He briefly told the story of meeting Yu Yu just now, which made Baili Mengyan frown.

"What's the result of you looking for Yibai and Yumo?"

Baili Mengyan said: "They have never been here." Si Qianxu was confused, "What does this mean?"

"An expert is here, or," Baili Mengyan's face was a little weird, "there is no murder."

Si Qianxu's expression moved slightly, "Do you doubt Perpetual?"

"It's just a hypothesis." The absence of a homicide means a wide range of meanings—no dead people, or a murder scene with missing persons but no body found, may also be concluded to be a homicide.Baili Mengyan continued: "And I never believed in that man." He looked like a spring breeze, but there was an inexplicable sense of danger, and he always appeared at some very appropriate and somewhat weird times, which always felt too coincidental up.

Si Qianxu also understands his lover's feelings, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be okay, but the bone is stuck in his throat, "How about going to meet that Yu Yu?" The historical researcher suggested that the woman appeared more than Perpetual. Inexplicably, he couldn't help but care.

Baili Mengyan thought for a while and agreed, the two turned around and easily avoided the security guards and went backstage.

The backstage is one of the big houses in the Guiyuan building complex. Although it is often remodeled, Guiyuan still retains many antique places. For example, this big house is not even connected to electricity.After they entered, they walked through several corridors and entered an aisle. There were several wing rooms on one side of the aisle, and an old wooden ladder on the other side. The stairwell was dark and littered with debris.The sound insulation effect of these old houses is good, and I can hardly hear the noise outside when I walk here. The footsteps of the two people echoed in the corridor, and I felt very quiet.

When he was about to walk out of this aisle, Si Qianxu looked back inadvertently, and suddenly saw a shadow of a person looming under a wing room. He was startled, and suddenly grabbed the sleeve of his lover, whispering Said: "Meng Yan, there are people there!"

Anyone got any weirdness?Baili Mengyan turned back suspiciously, looked in the direction he pointed, and instantly understood the reason for his surprise—the wing was locked, but Baili Mengyan shook his head and said, "No one."

Si Qianxu took a few more glances. There was a little gap between the wing room and the ground. He saw a shadow in the gap just now, and he could vaguely see two feet, but now it was empty and there was nothing there.

"It's unlikely to be wrong..." Si Qianxu was puzzled. He was very confident in his dynamic vision. After all, besides holding archaeological tools, he was still playing with guns since he was a child. Locked in?"

Baili Mengyan patted his hand reassuringly, "I'll go and have a look, just stand here and don't leave."

"Well, be careful."

It was only a few steps away, Mr. Warlock walked over, tugged at the ancient lock, flipped through it several times, but didn't know what he did, the lock opened with a "click", he focused on vigilance, and pushed away the exquisitely carved lock. The wooden door, the "babbling" friction sound is particularly harsh in the silent corridor, like the dubbing effect in a horror movie.

There are not many things in the room, and the ancient furnishings are still preserved, such as the mahogany bed, the lacquered dressing table, the black three-page large screen with pictures of ladies, and the square Eight Immortals table—but no one is seen, Baili Meng Yan gestured to him, indicating that he would go in and check.

Si Qianxu nodded, and Baili Mengyan pulled his hands, and there was a silk thread with condensed spiritual power in his palm, which was wrapped around the door, and then stepped into the wing.

The other party's footsteps were almost silent, the bustle outside seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, and the surrounding area became more and more quiet. Si Qianxu was standing under the wooden ladder, and he was paying attention to Baili in the wing room. Meng Yan suddenly felt something falling from above, fluttering and landed on his shoulders, he was startled, and subconsciously reached out to wave the thing away, only to find that the touch was soft and slippery, clearly it was A tangle of hair.

Where did the hair come from? !Si Qianxu suddenly looked up, for a moment he seemed to see a pair of red embroidered shoes, but after a while, there was nothing, he hooked the railing without thinking, turned over and got on the wooden ladder, swept left and right, or something nothing.

Above the wooden ladder is a locked attic, and below leads to the patio. It is clear at a glance that there is no place for hiding people.Si Qianxu stood in the middle of the wooden ladder, his heart beat irregularly twice, he recalled the direction of the toes of the pair of embroidered shoes just now, and walked to the attic.

There was a gap between the locked wooden doors. He looked at the thick dust, then bent slightly, and pressed against the