Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu helped him straighten his quilt.

"I'm going out. Someone will come and take care of you later."

The young man nodded obediently.

His eyes were stained with deep tiredness.

Ying Junchu stood up and prepared to leave.

Ling Yiche reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Chuchu..." The voice was soft, with a hint of weariness.

"What's wrong?" She turned back to look at him.

"This side effect will always exist, and the time interval will continue to shorten. The next time will be a month later..."

"So at that time next month, can you let me stay with you? Otherwise, you will be in danger."

Ling Yiche was already very tired and weak, but he still wanted to finish what he needed to say.

This cannot be taken lightly.

"I know, you said it."

There was no emotion in the cold voice.

"So, Chuchu, please promise me, okay?"

He would feel at ease only if he heard her promise in person.

Because generally speaking, if Ying Junchu promised something, she would not break her promise.

"Um……"

Ying Junchu nodded.

She reached out and rubbed Ling Yiche's furry head.

"Be good, go to sleep."

Her voice softened.

The coldness dropped sharply.

-

Ying Junchu's bony hands held the steering wheel.

The car was traveling very fast.

The scenery outside the window keeps receding.

She only has one thought now.

When will Ying Hua's retreat end?

She has a lot of problems now.

The bond between himself and Ling Yiche is getting deeper and deeper.

What's up with Ling Yiche's special physique?

What is the relationship between him and Xiaojiu?

If Xiao Jiu is still alive, why can't we find any clues even if we use the world's largest intelligence network?

It's like the world has evaporated.

There are also her gradually blurred memories of Xiao Jiu, those bizarre dreams that make her feel inexplicably familiar.

…

One mystery after another is like seeing flowers in the fog. There is only a rough outline of what is on the other side, and the rest cannot be seen clearly.

She soon arrived at the Ying Family Ancient Courtyard.

Where Ying Hua lives.

Ying Hua was the only one in the huge old house.

Through the car window, Ying Jun saw for the first time that the Xiangfei bamboo forest outside was lush and leafy. It had not been pruned for a long time, and it looked like it was growing wildly.

Ying Junchu got out of the car.

The previous trails have disappeared, and the Xiangfei bamboo forest will no longer change its arrangement automatically.

It looks just like the ordinary Xiangfei Bamboo Forest.

There is no way in.

Even the gate of the Ying Family Ancient Courtyard cannot be entered.

"..."

If Ying Hua hadn't left seclusion, these things wouldn't have any reaction.

Therefore, her trip was in vain.

Only a fortune teller might know something.

There is no way for others to check this kind of thing.

An idea flashed through her mind.

correct.

Song Feiwan was also a fortune teller.

she……

Song Feiwan called her boss like Yan Weitang.

Although Song Feiwan and Ying Junchu had a good relationship.

But Ying Junchu always felt that she and Yan Weitang were different.

There was more hidden in the depths of Song Fei's late-autumn eyes.

At this point, Ying Junchu could only go to Song Feiwan.

After all, he is one of his own.

Much better than outsiders.

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After Ying Junchu left, a woman wearing a plain dress appeared out of thin air in front of the Ying family's ancient courtyard.

Three thousand black hair reaches her waist, and the two plain flags on her head are gently lifted by the breeze.

Her eyes were covered by a white ribbon.

But she could see everything clearly.

The woman in plain clothes looked in the direction where Ying Junchu left, but there was no sign of Ying Junchu on the empty road.

She smiled lightly and said softly:

"Luo Chu, everything has just begun."

The woman in plain clothes turned around and walked towards the Ying family's ancient courtyard. The Xiang Fei bamboo forest automatically changed, revealing a bright path.

The peach trees in the yard that had withered during this season suddenly revived, and three thousand peach blossoms bloomed.

Burning its beauty.