Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Di Dongqing only fell halfway because someone grabbed his arm.

Half of his body was stuck in the floor, and his two forearms were being held by the master, just like a puppy being held by its owner by its front legs.And the owner lowered his eyes, looked indifferently, watching him thrashing and struggling benevolently.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was completely different from the calm and bold young man last night.His calmness was all feigned, and he could only sustain the scene for a while.He is like a monkey who has just tasted the forbidden fruit, his head is flushed with joy, his heart is restless, and his stupidity is revealed.

In order to hide his panic, he hastily shook his head and asked, "What's going on down here?"

When he asked the words, he also froze.

Because when his toes were pedaling in the dark, he really touched two steps.

People in Wuxi build stilted buildings to live in high places, away from the damp and stuffy waterside, so the bottom part of the house is rarely used.

However, there is a flight of steps, hidden under the floor.

He didn't care about being ashamed, and hurriedly withdrew from the hole, then bent down to lift the edge of the wooden board under his feet.

Sure enough, the loose plank was easily lifted, revealing a downward path.

There was a burst of hot moisture coming out of the hidden basement, which was really uncomfortable, but the two still held their noses and got in one by one.

Daylight leaked in through the cracks in the floorboards, briefly illuminating the hidden room.

This is a simple living room. The stove in the middle of the room has been silent for a long time, and the bedding that has not been used for a long time is damp and moldy.Other than that, the interior furnishings are nothing special.

But Di Dongqing soon noticed something strange. There were many scars engraved on the surrounding walls.

"If this is Ah Ming's home, could it be that this room was used by Ah Ming to imprison Tianxing? Could the scars on the wall be the evidence left by him when he abused Tianxing?"

But he immediately overturned this idea, because those scars were long and curved, with different shades and rough edges, not like nicks made by sharp knives or whips, but rather like some kind of sharp and small instruments inserted into the wood, It was sliced ​​open.

"Cold Hook..." Lu Zhengqiu rubbed his fingers over the scar on the wall, and murmured, "It was left by Cold Hook when it crossed the wall."

Di Dongqing's eyes brightened: "In this way, this is really Tianxing's room? But, he will never practice martial arts in the room, so how can the notch be explained..."

Lu Zhengqiu's fingers slowly slid across the ravine, and said, "I think these scratches seem to be handwriting."

"Handwriting?" Di Dongqing was stunned, and leaned over to the wall to try to identify it, but the wall had been burnt, the surface had been blackened, and the scratches were also mottled and peeled off, no longer coherent, even if it was really handwriting , nor can the complete content be discerned.

He frowned and said, "Could it be that Tian Xing's father imprisoned him in the room, but let him write on the wall? This is too strange."

Lu Zhengqiu asked back: "What if it's not imprisonment? Do you still remember the porcelain kiln in Wutong Town?"

"I remember." Di Dongqing nodded.

When in Wutong Town, the townspeople placed the poisoned Fuyao Qingfeng in an underground secret room.lest they go out and hurt people.There are shackles and iron chains in the secret room, which seem to be sadistic, but they are for saving people.

The world is too complicated, and neither love nor hurt can be dealt with on the surface.

Di Dongqing murmured: "Could it be that like Bai Yu, Tian Xing was also bewitched by the demon sect, and became weird because of the wind, his father locked him in this room to be seen by outsiders in order to save him. , will think that his father abused him."

Lu Zhengqiu pondered: "No, the time is not right. You see, the traces on this wall are already very old, new scars cover old marks, and the oldest ones have become blurred, and they definitely don't look like they were left recently. .”

Di Dongqing frowned and said, "That's right, it was only a few months ago that the Demon Cult discovered Wuxi Village... Could it be that Tianxing experienced other things before that? The reason for the change of Tianxing, if it was not from the outside world, could it be from the outside world?" Inside Wuxi Village?"

Lu Zhengqiu thought for a moment, and said: "I remember my mother-in-law and Ah Ming both said that Tianxing was in poor health when he was young and often fell ill."

Di Dongqing said: "Could it be that something went wrong when treating him?"

"It's not certain yet." Lu Zhengqiu frowned, his gaze stayed on the wall for a while, and finally moved away, "Let's look elsewhere."

The two of them checked the inside and outside of the couch again, only to find an ordinary straw mat, one corner was scorched off by the fire, the rest was plain and ordinary, and nothing was stuffed inside.

There was also a wooden table with several bronze utensils on the corners, a burnt black pen holder, and a Langhao pen.The hairs on the tip of the pen seemed a little messy, as if it had been pressed hard, but there was no paper around it, and even if there was, it might have been burned to ashes.

There are too many things swallowed by the flames.

Di Dongqing looked annoyed, and kept walking around the room, muttering in his mouth: "It would be great if there was no fire..."

After staying in the damp room for a long time, my chest became more and more oppressed, and it became more and more difficult to suppress the restlessness in my heart.

Lu Zhengqiu patted him lightly on the shoulder, comforting him and said: "There is nothing to be found here, let's go out first."

Di Dongqing was reluctant, nodded slightly, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and grabbed the other's wrist, and asked, "This room is damp, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"I don't feel uncomfortable," Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows, "Did you forget what you said just now?"

Di Dongqing said: "I haven't forgotten, I believe in you, but you can't be perfunctory to me. If there is any discomfort, please tell me immediately."

Lu Zhengqiu chuckled softly: "It's only been one night together, so the three chapters have already started so soon?"

Di Dongqing's face turned red, and said: "This is not a restraint, it's just a reminder..." After a while, he raised his head and said, "Even if it is a restraint, you should listen to me."

Lu Zhengqiu stared at his face, taking a panoramic view of his ever-changing expression.When he is shy, he likes to pout his lips, the arc of his upper lip just points to the tip of his nose, forming a full circle, and after he utters harsh words, his cheeks will tighten tightly again, forming wrinkles above his nose, and his facial features are drawn by the wrinkles , colorful and lively, even the ponytail behind her seemed to be swaying.

Lu Zhengqiu teased him, originally to relieve his gloomy mood, but instead he was attracted by his expression, he felt as if a rope was wrapped around the palm of his hand, and the other end was tied to him.You can move him around as long as you lightly move your fingers.

What kind of willpower did the past self rely on to be able to endure not to affect everything about him.

While in a trance, one hand rested on Lu Zhengqiu's forehead, and after a while, it turned around to the side of the neck, pressed his fingers against the pulse, stayed there for a while, and then retreated.

Lu Zhengqiu smiled lightly: "Satisfied?"

"Satisfied." Di Dongqing finally smiled, "I plan to go outside to look for it again, let's go."

After a short chat, the young man has regained his spirits.

A young soul is like a spring full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy without hesitation, infecting the people around.

Long before he realized it, Lu Zhengqiu was deeply attracted to him.

On the cheeks, the remaining warmth left by the fingers has not yet dissipated.

The elder followed his back and walked towards the bright place.