deadly mantra

Chapter 477 Why I don’t like rainy days

The person who was waiting did not come, but the person who came...

Just a big fool.

He actually wanted to sneak attack Ji Fanyin in the middle of the night.

Day two.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Ji Fanyin stood at the door of the room and looked across.

The misty, thick raindrops hit the wall of the courtyard, splashing countless water splashes.

Feng Xiaoyao held an umbrella and walked into the corridor. While closing the umbrella, she said distressedly:

"Brother Shao left without saying a word, which is really worrying. By the way, crazy girl, is the person you were waiting for here?"

Ji Fanyin shook his head:

"It's a good thing that I can't wait."

If you can't wait, it means that the person has grown up and is not as reckless as before.

Feng Xiaoyao opened her mouth to ask something, but hesitated. She stood side by side with Ji Fanyin under the eaves, looked at the courtyard, and said:
"Qixia City has never rained so heavily, and I don't know when it will stop."

Ji Fanyin looked sideways at her side.

Feng Xiaoyao raised her face, looking confused and regretful.

She smiled teasingly:
"Why don't you like rainy days?"

Feng Xiaoyao frowned and thought for a while:

"No special reason, I just don't like it."

He turned his head, met Ji Fanyin's scrutinizing gaze, and asked:
"Do you like rainy days?"

"Hmm~ No." Ji Fanyin smiled and shook her head, then looked at the rain curtain: "I don't like it, and I don't hate it either."

"Oh." Feng Xiaoyao also turned to look at the courtyard.

The patter of rain echoed on the eaves overhead.

His already bored mood became even more obvious.

Remembering Shui Qingchen's instructions before leaving, Feng Xiaoyao walked into the room and took a thick cloak from the closet. When he turned to leave, he subconsciously looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the large room that occupied a large space. bookshelf.

What attracted him was not the exquisite and beautiful bookshelf.

Instead, the books placed on it.

According to Cang Lie, every book on this list was selected according to Shui Qingchen's preferences.Thinking about it, he raised his feet and walked over involuntarily.

Previously, when the dead girl was away, Brother Qingchen's state could not be called depressed, but it was quite different after all.

Nowadays, Brother Qingchen is away from home, but the dead girl is eating well and playing well as usual.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaoyao felt a trace of confusion on his brows.

How long has Brother Qingchen been gone?
three days?

four days?

It always feels like it’s been a long time.

But that girl never took the initiative to talk about Brother Qingchen's departure.

It was as if she had forgotten that Brother Qingchen had left, and it was as if Brother Qingchen had never appeared.

Feng Xiaoyao sighed and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar book cover from the corner of his eye.

He remembered that this book was Brother Qingchen's favorite.

Feng Xiaoyao took out this book from the bookshelf and flipped through it.

Most of the first page was torn into pieces by someone unknown, and the remaining half of the page was also crumpled by torture.

On the second page, do the same.

page three……

page four...

page five...

On page six, there is a crease in the middle, like a mark made and about to be torn.

"Damn girl! It's not good!" When Feng Xiaoyao thought that this was Shui Qingchen's most cherished book, she panicked and turned around and shouted.

"Huh?" Ji Fanyin's tone was relaxed and came from outside the house.

Feng Xiaoyao shouted anxiously:
"Look, Brother Qingchen's book was written by someone..."

Ji Fanyin rushed forward anxiously, leaning against the pillar and looking up at the back of the rain screen, and caught his eye.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, an idea suddenly entered Feng Xiaoyao's mind.

The foot that stepped forward froze instantly.

(End of this chapter)