The sick guy is following her again

Chapter 397 The Secret of the Withered Rose
"However... you have to promise me that you must keep them all!

It doesn't matter if you destroy one, maybe I want to see it again in the future! "

As the little girl said, he stretched out his little finger...

She had the look of repenting when he refused to agree.

Seeing this, the little boy hurriedly wiped his paint-stained hands on his clothes.

Only then did he dare to reach out and hook her fingers, together with the ancient nursery rhymes...they made an unbreakable oath.

He wants to keep the painting well and wait for her to come to see it.

That year, the little girl was only six years old...

A gentle breeze rushed towards his face, calling Gu Qianzhou back to his senses.

His deep eyes fell directly on the overlapping paintings on the ground.

There was a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, faintly... if there was nothing.

【you are stupid!

It's so stupid that it's hopeless! 】

He scolded coldly in his heart, his gaze fell on the back.

In the gentleness, there is a hint of awe and self-ashamedness:
It turned out that she wanted to keep the paintings by herself for this reason...

His obedient, really has always been the smartest one, witty, kind, and sharp...

With all the beautiful words in the world, it is impossible to accurately describe her goodness.

Breeze is breeze.

……

The moon gradually fell to the west, and the night was already very deep, and even the noisy bird chirping outside stopped.

Under the bright light, Yu Qingfeng is still changing the painting constantly...

Extremely rigorous and serious, every step is carefully put.

She wanted to confirm her conjecture, and she must not miss a single step!
Yu Qingfeng, I don't want to completely obliterate the last bit of hope!

……

"Hey, don't you really need me to help you?"

Gu Qianzhou in the corner asked again unwilling to be ignored.

But I only heard Yu Qingfeng say "no need" in a lukewarm manner.

She seemed to be in a hurry, and she didn't even bother to say a few more words... Afterwards, the room fell into silence again.

Gu Qianzhou in the corner: Weak and helpless, very pitiful!
After a while,
As soon as the "rustling" sound of turning pages stopped, it seemed that the whole world had fallen into a dead silence.

Yu Qingfeng was stunned, and his eyes fell directly on the layers of paintings.

There is only one line on it, short and small characters: [Mom is a bad person, she killed Dad! 】

……

Mom, killed Dad!

After reaching this conclusion, Yu Qingfeng's figure flickered...the whole person sat on the ground paralyzed.

Motionless, like a beautiful and delicate wooden figure.

The gust of wind broke in through the window, and those blood-red "petals"...

It was blown up immediately, flying in the air, and stopped for a long time before slowly drifting down.

【Mom, I killed my father! 】

These words kept echoing in her mind, louder and louder... deafening.

"Bang",
Yu Qingfeng lay completely flat on the bright red painting, staring straight at the ceiling.

I just feel dizzy, as if the whole room is turning.

The bright sunlight outside sneaked in through the gaps in the windows sealed by wooden boards...

The faint light made this strange room look less gloomy.

"what!"

An exclamation broke the silence at the moment.

The little girl on the bed woke up and looked at the empty room...

Couldn't help curling up his body, wrapping the quilt tighter and tighter.

She seems to have been here for a long time...

(End of this chapter)