The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

As long as Qi Chensheng could remember, he really didn't like coming to the old man's study.No matter how sunny the weather is outside, it is always shady and cool here, making him feel like he has returned to the days when he was punished to copy books when he was slapped here when he was a child.

But in the end, it's different.

Qi Chensheng pushed open the ancient door of Yunhe Zhai, and the slender gentleman's stick fell into the room before he stepped, and the late autumn wind slightly blew his long black coat.

"Find a place to sit by yourself."

The figure of old master Qi Qi Miao appeared behind the high bookcase, with a rather new string of rhino horn coiled in his hand, and he was looking at some booklet.

Qi Chensheng's eyes were downcast, and his relationship with Qi Miao was obviously not as close as Qi Mojun's. In recent years, they may have respected more, or it could be said that they have become more distant invisibly.

"No, grandson should stand and listen to your lecture." He said lightly, but he was not as timid as he was when he was a child.

"Teaching?" Qi Miao shook his head as if hearing some joke, his eagle-like eyes still fell on the book in his hand: "Old man, I am already at this age, how can I train Er Shao Qi."

"The old man is too serious." Qi Chensheng gave in slightly, and lowered his posture: "The grandson still wants to listen to your teachings when he comes today."

Having said that, Qi Miao was finally willing to look directly at him, took the book in one hand, walked out with a bunch of skewers, and sat down at the small tea table: "It's rare that you are willing to listen."

Qi Chensheng didn't answer any more, just watched Qi Miao making tea on his own, and when the fragrance of the tea overflowed, the old man knocked on the opposite side of the table: "Come on."

"Then thank you, old lady." Qi Chensheng didn't hesitate anymore, put away the gentleman's stick in his hand, and sat down on the other side of the tea table with a straight posture.

"I heard from your elder brother that you are very free recently?" Mrs. Qi kept moving his hands, pushing the teacup in front of him, and didn't care whether he drank or not.

"Where can I be free?" Qi Chensheng pretended not to understand the meaning of the old man, and counted the recent business affairs: "It seems that winter is coming, and the production of cotton and woolen materials in all factories is very tight. Although we made preparations one or two months ago, we still dare not relax."

Hearing Qi Chensheng talk about serious business, Qi Miao's complexion finally improved a little: "You have been doing well in textiles these few years, and you can discuss with your elder brother again in the next year, and take over some things from him. Let's help him share."

But at the end of the sentence, he suddenly became strict again: "At your age, you have to do something serious, don't run around all day long!"

Qi Chensheng's heart moved slightly, he knew that he was finally going to get to the point, so he tentatively said in a slightly weaker tone: "The grandson is not running around, it's just Jiu—"

The teacup in Qi Miao's hand was placed heavily on the table, interrupting Qi Chensheng's words: "I don't want to hear about that man, even if I let him into Qi's house, I have no intention of accepting it, you don't have to talk about him as a reason."

Qi Chensheng's eyes also turned cold, and the detours of the grandfather and grandson came to an end: "Okay, then let's not mention Brother Nine and talk about something else."

He took out a thin envelope from the pocket of the windbreaker, and with his slender fingers, he took out what was kept in it—the photo of the two Miss Yang in the Scholl Church.

When Qi Miao saw this old thing, his eyes obviously froze, but he remained silent and said nothing.

Qi Chensheng secretly observed his expression, put the photo on the tea table, as if giving old man Qi enough time, and said after a long time: "Recently, when I was dealing with the holding monster, I found some unusual things. Behind it seems to be related to the Qi family."

"Put it away." Unfortunately, after listening to his words, the old man of the Qi family closed his gray eyes: "Put away the photos, these things...you don't have to check any more."

"Old Master," Qi Chensheng frowned, although he had expected it, he was still very unwilling: "This matter is related to the Qi family, and it is also related to me. I can't help but investigate."

The old man of the Qi family did not speak, obviously resisting mentioning anything related to the person in the photo.

Qi Chensheng didn't intend to give up, but instead pushed the photo in front of him, staring at him with gray broken eyes, and continued to ask: "What are you running away from? What happened back then?"

After all, it was the child I saw growing up since I was a child. The old man of the Qi family and Qi Chensheng looked at each other, and after a long time, he said: "I don't say anything, of course there is a reason why I don't say it..."

He turned his face and looked at the lights cast from the gaps in the bookcases, as if recalling something, and then slowly sighed: "Shen Sheng, I am half buried in the ground after all, I just want to look at you These juniors are safe and sound, the past..."

"Think about it too, if you were in my place decades later, if your children and grandchildren asked about it, you wouldn't want to mention the absurd things you did with Wang Luan when you were young."

"I won't have children and grandchildren." Qi Chensheng said this coldly, with an unquestionable tone, and after thinking about it, he said: "If you bring up old things with your nephews and grandchildren in the future, there is nothing you can't talk about."

This sentence almost hit the old man's lungs. He suppressed his anger and said: "Your elder brother often persuades me, and I also understand that you are young and energetic, and let that person in according to your wishes."

"But Shen Sheng, since you care so much about the Qi family's affairs, you will sooner or later take on the burden of the Qi family—you don't really think you can live with that man for the rest of your life, do you?"

"I will," Qi Chensheng interrupted Mrs. Qi without the slightest hesitation. His tall figure seemed to remind Qi Miao that he was no longer the child who was punished here: "Not only do I think so, but will do."

He lowered his head slightly, and said to Qi Miao in a very calm but unquestionable tone: "You don't need to worry about these things, you just need to watch."

It was also this sentence that completely angered Qi Miao. He knew Qi Chensheng's temperament so well that he knew exactly how serious this sentence was.

He raised his old eyes, stared at Qi Chensheng's figure, his chest heaved and heaved a few times due to the rage, and in the end he could only restrain himself and say three words: "Get out!"

Qi Chensheng didn't seem to care about this, but bowed slightly to pay tribute: "Then old man, take care of yourself, grandson will leave first."

Seeing Qi Chensheng's unsalty look made Qi Miao even more angry, and picked up the teacup in his hand and was about to smash it on.

But at this time, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and Qi Mojun's figure appeared outside the door, which dispelled Qi Miao's anger.

"Grandpa, Miss Zhao is engaged, and I sent you a post." The sound of the wheelchair sliding rang out in the quiet study, Qi Mojun went straight to Qi Miao's reluctance as if he hadn't seen Qi Chensheng, and handed over the red post. go up.

Qi Miao looked at him and Qi Chensheng coldly, and finally put the raised teacup back on the table.

"Okay, you two go away." He turned sideways, as if he didn't want to look at them more in this anger.

"Then don't disturb the old man's reading." Qi Mojun replied politely, winked at Qi Chensheng, and the two left Yunhezhai together.

After going out the door and walking along the long corridor for a long time, the scenery in front of me was bleak due to the late autumn, but it was in a subtle calm, as if there was something unspeakable hidden.

"I've almost dealt with the things in the Skoll Church." Qi Mojun opened his mouth first. He really didn't want to mention those monsters who filled the dark room, but after all, there must be something. an explanation.

"Those holding demons are all supported by living people. There is another floor under the dark room, where many people are locked up—there are a few people whose surname is Wang. I'll send them to you."

At this moment, Qi Chensheng was no longer in the mood to joke, and rolled over fallen leaves with his slender gentleman's staff, and said after thinking: "Brother thinks, if there is really a person hiding in Qi's house and doing those things - what does he want to get? "

Qi Mojun didn't answer. It seems that it is still too early to explore this question.

Qi Chensheng naturally understood this truth, so he didn't pursue the question any further. The words he just uttered from the old man's mouth flashed through his mind one by one.

Although he was angry because Qi Miao treated him and Wang Luan like that, but at the same time he also sensed the information in it. The old man thought that the relationship with that Miss Lingwen Yang. back then was absurd and not for the younger generation.

It is clear that the inscription on the tombstone is so affectionate, but why did it become like this later? Is it really just because Qi Miao feels that the time has passed and the situation has changed, and he regrets what he did when he was young?

Another gust of autumn wind blew off the last few leaves of the flowers and trees in the porch.

——Maybe winter is really coming.

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In the small foreign building, Wang Luan was sitting by the window a little restlessly. Although Qi Chensheng went forward to assure him that nothing would happen to him, Wang Luan still felt very uneasy when he thought of him going back to Qi's house alone to face Old Master Qi.

He looked at the gate from a distance through the clean glass window, hoping to see Qi Chensheng come back as soon as possible.

"Ma'am, you don't have to worry too much. No matter how fierce the old master is, can he still eat the second young master?" In the past six months, Feng Shan has also grown a lot taller. He brought a lot of snacks from the small kitchen and sent them to Wang Luan In front of him, muttering persuasion.

"That's what I said, but it's been such a long time, so it's time to come back." Wang Luan frowned, and pressed his thin fingers on the side of his forehead, recalling Qi Mojun's tone yesterday, how could he feel relieved.

At this moment, the iron gate of the outer courtyard of the Xiaoyang Building was finally opened. Wang Luan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he found several cars slowly approaching the gate, but the one that Qi Chensheng was in was not among them.

"Who is that here?" He turned his head to ask Feng Shan, and it happened that the gatekeeper called, and Feng Shan answered it strangely.

"Hey, Mr. Li, Ma'am asked who did you put in?"

"What... are the people sent by the young master? Are they all surnamed Wang?"

Listening to the conversation between Fengshan and Lao Li, Wang Luan was really stunned for a while, but he still nodded and asked Lao Li to let the person in first.