Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"You are also called Qing Rang, and there is a younger brother named Qing Rang in my family, but he is only a teenager, still in school, and his grades are good."

That was 14-year-old Zhou Qingrang, or Pian Pian Young Lang.

Today, he is bad at doing things and is full of vicissitudes.

He bent down and said, "Sister Xiu," looking at the deceased, his voice was dumb and he choked his throat, "I am clear."

When he first came to Luo’s house, he was still young and hiding behind his sister. He was very upset because he had just arrived at the Luo’s house. The one who came out to pick up their siblings at the Luo’s house was a slightly blessed woman with a horn in her hand. Little girl with braids.

"It's Qingmeng and Qingrang."

My sister said yes.

The woman picked up the little girl: "You haven't eaten yet, come in, I'll give you some noodles to eat."

The girl in her arms smiled and shouted: "Little aunt, little uncle."

Things have changed, and things are not.

Ms. He can no longer recognize people: "Think about it, what's wrong with this person?"

Tang Xiang patiently said to Ms. He, "Mom, he is my little uncle."

"Nonsense, how old is your uncle."

At that time, Zhou Qingruang 14 was still in high school and lived on campus.

Ms. He's memory is very messy, and it is still 23 years ago: "Think about it, you can call me and ask, why he hasn't come back for so long."

Tang Xiang had to pretend to call, and pretended to ask when he would return.

"Pick me up."

As soon as Ms. He finished speaking, Tang Xiang received the phone in time: "It's hung up."

Ms. He babbled a few words, saying why the child didn't return home, and then asked Tang, "Did he say when he will be back?"

Tang wanted to break off: "I'll be back next weekend."

Ms. He was dissatisfied, muttered for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where is Luo San?"

I just talked about Zhou Qingrang, but now I'm around Luo Santou again.

This is hysteria again.

Tang wanted to answer Ms. He, "She is out."

"Did she go picking dog's tail grass again?"

Tang Xiang said yes.

"All day long, I know that the whole thing is useless, and it's not good to be beaten." Ms. He sternly, cursing, "Go and help me call her."

"Okay, I'll call."

Tang wanted to try to find someone. Just after taking a few steps, Ms. He shouted from behind, "Think about it!"

Tang wanted to laugh or cry, "What's wrong, Ms. He?"

Ms. He caught her at once, and said in a panic: "Hurry up and put out the fire, your father and Luo San are still inside, they haven't come out yet!"

"Guang Ji, Guang Ji!"

She shouted her husband's name, got up from the wheelchair, and looked around: "Where is the bucket?"

Without seeing the bucket, Ms. He pushed Tang Xiang away and rushed forward, thinking of fighting the fire.

"mom!"

Tang Xiang didn't call to Ms. He, but said hello to Zhou Qingrang: "I'll take care of my mother first."

Zhou Qing let his head nod.

Tang wants to go after Ms. He.

He didn't have the opportunity to ask about Luo San, and he still had a fluke in his heart. Maybe it wasn't Luo San, maybe the child was still alive.

The phone rang and the caller ID was Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu is a private investigator, hired by him to investigate his sister.

"Mr. Zhou, Luo Changde has been arrested."

"Why arrested?"

Mr. Hu said: “The police suspected that the fire in the Luo family eight years ago was caused by arson and murder. Luo Changde and his daughter were both suspects. One set fire and the other murdered.”

Arson and murder.

These are all things done by the Luo family.

Ms. Tang became ill again, and the psychiatrist suggested that she should stay closed for a short period of time to avoid stimulation.

The TV station called and urged Zhou Qing to go back to the stage soon. As soon as he left, Zhou Xufang came on his back. He met Tang Xiang outside the ward, but did not see Ms. He.

"Aunt Xiu's situation is okay?"

Tang wanted to shook his head: "The doctor injected her with tranquilizers and just fell asleep."

The two went to a nearby cafe.

Tang wanted to order two drinks: "Why didn't Jiang Zhi come with you?" She pushed sugar over, Zhou Xufang liked sweet ones.

Zhou Xufang added five spoons of sugar: "He has to make a movie today." The schedule of the crew has been set in advance and cannot be delayed. After a while, Jiang Zhi will come to pick her up.

"I heard Jiang Zhi say that you remember it all."

Zhou Xufang nodded: "I have a question to ask you."

Tang wanted to put down the stirring spoon: "What?"

"Why did Aunt Xiu let me pretend to be a boy?"

He Xiangxiu never said this to her, and she was not allowed to ask, except for her name, He Xiangxiu never mentioned her life experience.

She even heard Zhou Qingmeng's name from Xiao and Luo Yinghe.

Tang Xiang also shook his head: "I don't know the details. My parents didn't even tell me. If you didn't show up, I wouldn't know that Luo San is a girl."

She recalled: "When Ms. He became ill, I heard her talk about it and said it upside-down. I didn't understand it very well. It was roughly said that the Luo family needed boys to pass incense. If Luo San was a girl, The old man will not keep it."

Like Zhou Xufang.

Tang Xiang thought for a long time, his eyebrows tightened and tightened: "Luo Changde has many illegitimate daughters, but because they are all daughters, the father did not recognize them, Xu Fang," she paused for a while, "I guess you might be The Luo family’s child."

Otherwise, there is no need to adopt a ‘mutilated’ child.

Zhou Xufang did not speak, but nodded.

Tang wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhou Xufang knew what she wanted to ask, and replied: "It's Luo Changde."

Tang Xiang suddenly felt that the coffee was gone and couldn't swallow it down: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Zhou Xufang was still very calm. "Tang thought, do you know Zhou Qingmeng?" Xiao once pinched her neck and said that she was Zhou Qingmeng's wicked species.

Tang Xiang was taken aback for a moment and replied, "I know."

She has a very bad guess.

She lowered her hand from the table, her palms sweaty: "Twenty-three years ago, Zhou Qingmeng was married to the emperor and lived with our family in the flat building of the Luo family."

Vote for marriage?

Zhou Xufang asked: "Is she a relative of Aunt Xiu?"

"No." Tang Xiang paused for a long time, and said, "Zhou Qingmeng and Luo Changde are cousins."

咣——

The spoon in Zhou Xufang's hand fell to the ground.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhi came to pick up Zhou Xufang. The filming hadn't finished yet, so he couldn't rest assured that Xu Fang would end early next week. When he arrived, Zhou Xufang was squatting in front of the coffee shop, in the small corner on the left. She squatted on her knees, motionless.

Jiang Zhi walked over and squatted down: "Why are you squatting here?"

Zhou Xufang looked up, his eyes a little empty: "I'm thinking about things."

The wind is blowing outside.

Jiang Zhi straightened out the broken hair on her forehead: "What are you thinking about?"

She looked a little dazed: "I'm thinking, is there any retribution in this world."

Jiang Zhi took off her mask and touched her cold face: "Then have you figured it out?"

She said, "I figured it out."

"Have it?"

She shook her head: "There is no retribution in this world."

If there is retribution, Luo Changde will be retributed 23 years ago. How can he live until eight years ago? How can he continue to do evil?

If there is retribution, that is good.

"My mother—"

Jiang Zhi interrupted her: "Tang Xiang told me everything." He leaned over and hugged her with an open hand.

Zhou Xufang lay on his shoulder and muttered to himself: "I also have an uncle. The day my mother had an accident, he was in a car accident and became a vegetative. He has been lying in the hospital for fifteen years."

Jiang Zhi didn't speak, and gently patted her back.

She didn't cry or make trouble, she was quiet, and whispered: "From the age of fourteen to twenty-nine, the best age, all are lying in the hospital."

"He has his left leg amputated, and his right leg is not good. There are steel nails inside."

"He has a lot of sickness, I don't know how long he can live."

The voice is getting empty and colder and colder: "Tang wants to say that the car accident was not an accident."

Her uncle Zhou Qingrang was murdered like that.

"Jianzhi."

She clenched her hands into fists, clenched them, her fingertips blue: "I hate people with the surname Luo." She didn't hold back, her voice trembled and choked, "I want to burn them."

Jiang Zhi tilted her head and kissed her ear: "Can I cook it for you?"

She shook her head: "No." She loosened her fist and hugged Jiang Zhi, "I don't want you to commit a crime."

Six o'clock in the evening.

The auto repair shop was about to close. A guest came in. The guest was dressed in black, with a hat on his head and a mask on his face.

Looks like a girl.

Not to mention, this weird outfit is pretty cool, probably for playing cars.

"Welcome." The clerk was very enthusiastic, "Wash the car or repair the car?"

The cool girl wore a pair of opaque glasses, her voice was low and she asked, "Is there any gasoline?"