The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Secularly speaking, his love is nothing more than a eccentricity, but religiously speaking, it is an unforgivable sin.

That's why he was so humble, begging God's forgiveness.

Wang Luan lowered his eyes to look at the little canary, which was now parked on the stone platform, and its throat, which is good at singing gracefully, no longer made any sound, a rare silence.

Does it recall something, in this dim church, is there a corner where roses of different colors once bloomed?

The ferocious goshawk landed on a higher bell top, looking down at everything under its claws, including the shadows after the sun shattered.

"Are there other priests or nuns in this church besides Wang Mingsheng's?" In any case, the handwriting on the stone platform also provided them with directions, Wang Luan asked Qi Chensheng beside him.

"Yes," Qi Chensheng nodded, helped Wang Luan to straighten up, and then said: "In addition to Wang Mingsheng and Wang Wu, there are two priests and eight nuns and nuns, and Will, who is older, is already here. I have been in the church for almost 20 years, so I should be able to know something."

The two were discussing, but the canary beside the stone platform suddenly spread its small wings and plunged back into the deep, dark corridor.

Naturally, Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng couldn't keep up with its lightness, but fortunately, the goshawk chased after it in the blink of an eye, and the sparrow, which radiated golden light, once again passed through the sometimes bright and sometimes dark corridors, and this time brought them to To the rear of the entire church.

There is a peaceful land.

Wang Luan was supported by Qi Chensheng, but he didn't go in directly. They walked along the thorn bushes surrounding the cemetery, looking at the tall and short cross-shaped tombstones, and the surroundings seemed to be filled with light gray autumn mist.

If the Westerners who drifted to Yunchuan failed to return to their homeland at the end of their lives, they would choose to sleep beside God.

At this time, in the cabin at the entrance of the cemetery, there was a sudden movement, and a figure gradually came through the autumn fog.

It should be a man, or an old man, with hair wrapped in a gray-brown cloth, it is impossible to tell whether it is gray or black, but the deep wrinkles on his face show that he is old.

"What...what are you doing here?" The man arched his back and coughed a few times, his legs and feet were a little limp, and he walked very slowly.

"Come here to pay homage to a friend." Qi Chensheng told a lie without hesitation, his gray eyes looked towards the cemetery, and then said: "His name is Julian, do you know where he is buried?"

"Of course, that young Mr. Claus, Lena often comes to see him." The old man looked up at Qi Chensheng, as if confirming something: "Didn't you come to the funeral?"

"Some things were delayed." Qi Chensheng continued with a careless smile on his face, "I hope my old friend doesn't mind."

"Come on," the words had come to an end, and the old man had no power to stop them. He pointed to a half-new gray cross tombstone in the depths of the cemetery: "Mr. Claus is right there."

"You should be gentle when you go in, so as not to disturb other people who are sleeping peacefully."

Qi Chensheng nodded slightly, and then helped Wang Luan into the cemetery.

Wang Luan peeked at the old man outside the cemetery from the corner of his eye, and saw him standing where he was again. After looking at them for a long time, he turned around and left lamely.

"Brother Jiu, let's go and see where they fly to." Qi Chensheng gently reminded Wang Luan with his arms around him.

Wang Luan nodded and followed him into the cemetery surrounded by thorns.

Although the canary and goshawk were no longer visible, relying on the induction between the dying person and the holding demon, the two still walked through the tombstones according to their purpose.

Wang Luan's gaze would also casually look at it. Most of the names sleeping here are foreigners, and occasionally there will be one or two religious believers among them.

Canary seemed to have gone to a very deep place. After they passed the tombstone of Julian Klaus, they walked for a long time before seeing the broken golden light flowing with the mist.

The canary is hovering among the dense pines and cypresses that have not fallen leaves. It seems that it has encountered something difficult to understand. It flaps its wings and keeps flying between the tombstones, as if it is anxiously looking for something, but in the end is nothing.

"Is he looking for his own tombstone?" Wang Luan whispered to Qi Chensheng, for fear of disturbing the restless bird.

Qi Chensheng frowned, and Canary's helpless and confused figure was reflected in his broken eyes: "It's very likely."

Canary didn't seem to know who killed it, so what she was looking for in the cemetery at the moment was probably her own tombstone...or someone's tombstone that was important to it.

Unfortunately, the clues they have now are still too few to help it.

After a long time, the canary finally seemed to be tired from flying. The dark golden broken feathers were scattered on the dark ground, and its small body slowly slid down along the tombstone.

The goshawk, which had been standing on the branch of the old pine, spread its wings slightly, flew down against the wind, and landed on the top of the stone tablet beside Canary, but did not fall again.

Wang Luan sighed lowly, and with Qi Chensheng's support, he walked up to Canary, leaned over and touched the little bird with both hands.

There was only a small slit in Canary's eyes, and the pink eyelids tiredly covered the dark eyes. It seemed to have sensed Wang Luan's movements, and there were a few broken wailings from its small beak.

"Let's help you find it together," Wang Luan stroked the canary's weak feathers affectionately and said softly, "Whether you are looking for is Whatever, you can always find it."

Xiao Que raised her head, as if she wanted to look at Wang Luan's face, but unfortunately she was still too tired, so she huddled limply in Wang Luan's palm again.

Canary could not continue to recall the flight for the time being, so this clue had to be put aside for now. The two discussed briefly, and decided to ask the older priest or nun in the church first to confirm Canary's identity.

Holding the canary in his hand, he was about to leave under Qi Chensheng's arms, but he didn't want to take a few steps. His knee, which was originally just aching, suddenly burst into sharp pain, causing him to fall down without warning.

"Ninth brother!" Qi Chensheng hugged Wang Luan, and Wang Luan subconsciously went to support the surrounding tombstones, and leaned against Qi Chensheng's arms with some relief.

"Shen Sheng, I'm fine..." Wang Luan's hand was stained green by the moss on the tombstone, he shook his head at Qi Chensheng, and carefully moved his still sore knee: "Ahem, it must be some kind of stone that I stepped on just now. Alright, take it easy."

Qi Chensheng naturally didn't believe his pretending to be relaxed, and bent down to hug Wang Luan, but he was inadvertently attracted by the tombstone Wang Luan was supporting.

"This is?" Qi Chensheng narrowed his gray eyes, and wiped the moss on the tombstone a few times.

Wang Luan's gaze also shifted there, and he immediately noticed the name engraved on it.

Although it is in foreign language, but when spelled, it is actually a Chinese name——Lingwen Yang.

But this is nothing special. There are many similar situations in the entire cemetery.What is really interesting is the line of small characters engraved under the name of the long-sleeping person.

"Bi Luo is hard to find, and love is lost forever——Qi Miao"

"Qi?" Wang Luan sensed something sensitively. This tombstone is very old and seems to have been erected for many years. Could this be erected by the Qi family?He remembered that the Qi family has rules, no one is allowed to worship Buddha and Taoism privately, let alone the god of this foreigner...

But Wang Luan felt that even if the Qi family really set it up secretly, it shouldn't have caused such a reaction from Qi Chensheng.

"Qi Miao." Qi Chensheng's deep voice rang in Wang Luan's ears, his hand had already landed on the two words, and he was nodding lightly.

"As far as I know, Miao—is the name of the old man."

Wang Luan looked at Qi Chensheng in surprise, but then he heard even weirder words from him.

"And the old lady is indeed from Yunchuan Yang's family."

What does this mean... Wang Luan's thoughts became a little confused for a while. Could it be the old lady of the Qi family who was buried under this tombstone?

But he had just met a month ago, the old lady of the Qi family was there in good condition, and she would definitely not look like she had been dead for many years——Thinking of this, Wang Luan suddenly thought of another possibility.

"Old lady, could she already be a demon?" Wang Luan's voice was extremely low, but he was more and more inclined to this conclusion in his heart.If the old man of the Qi family really fell in love with this daughter of the Yang family, but the other party died unfortunately, maybe he would really turn the other party into a demon and stay by his side.

"It's hard to say." Qi Chensheng didn't come to a conclusion easily, he didn't find it difficult to accept that the old lady who raised him was a demon, but there was indeed something strange about it.

The most obvious thing is that although the old lady is also surnamed Yang, she is not necessarily the Lingwen Yang on the tombstone.

No one can say for sure, the old man can't marry someone else later.

There is another point that Qi Chensheng cares about the most.It is not a secret in the Qi family that a dead person turns into a demon. In order to always prepare to inherit the position of star supervisor, the children of the family will be aware of related things since childhood.

That being the case, after this Lingwen Yang. died, why did the old man of the Qi family engrave "Love forever"?

Qi Chensheng faintly felt that behind this tombstone, there seemed to be some unspeakable old things hidden. It seemed that decades had passed, but it was still inextricably linked with everything they were facing now.