Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 855 Phone Ringtones

   At that moment, Xiaolan wondered if she was not good at Chinese.

"what?"

   "What's wrong?" Qiao didn't narrow his eyes and smiled playfully, "This is the answer."

   "You...you are my child?" Xiaolan started to stammer, "Don't you know what the child means..."

  Bridge didn't straighten up again in a contemplative manner, "Hmm—maybe."

   "What maybe! What do you mean by saying this?! What do you mean I'm your child... No, you're my child?!"

  Xiaolan is now not only shocked, but also very speechless. She has been searching for her mother for so long, but her own mother has not been found, but she has found a son? !

   "It's literally," Qiao Bubut said earnestly, "Maybe it's hard for you to understand..."

   "Of course it's hard for me to understand!" Xiaolan's expression went out of control, "I'm only ten... teens!"

   "Teenage?" Qiao Bu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Where did you think of going? Of course I'm not talking about a biological child, how old are you?"

   "You know I'm a child too!" Xiaolan shouted, "Then why do you say such things?"

   "You can understand that..." Qiao Wu rested his chin on his index finger and raised his head for a while, "You just think I'm joking."

   "...Did you take me for a fool?"

"No, just kidding," Qiao Bu waved his hand and cleared his throat, "I can only say, in a sense, I am indeed your child, but it was not you who gave birth to me, or, Not who you are now."

  Xiaolan calmed down a little, and the fried hair on the top of his head was much better.

   "I still don't understand," Xiaolan's breathing was still a little short, "I didn't know how to have children before."

   "It's not who you are now, nor who you used to be," Qiao didn't try hard to explain, "Well...I ask you, have you ever felt this way, there is more than one you in this world?"

   Xiaolan pursed her lips and stared hard at Qiaobu's eyes.

   Do you want to tell the person in front of you about yourself?

   On the one hand, it is uncertain whether this person is good or bad, but on the other hand, he does seem to know something.

Say? Still don't say it?

  Xiaolan hesitated for a long time before nodding slightly.

   "You feel it, right?" There was a hint of joy in Qiaobian's eyes.

   "What do you know?"

   "I can't tell you."

  Tired, tired, destroyed.

   Xiaolan took a deep breath and rolled her eyes helplessly.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it," Qiaobu said again, "I can only tell you one thing, those who you feel are all you, and I am their child, so I am also your child. ."

  Xiaolan hugged her arms and started shaking her legs. It took a long time for her to relax, and she asked with her head tilted, "Can't you tell the truth to your mother?"

   "I'm telling the truth," Qiao didn't react for a while, "No, who is my mother, I don't have a mother."

   "Then what am I?"

   "You are... I can't say yet."

   "Could it be that I am your father?"

"I don't have a father either," Qiao didn't realize that he was taken advantage of, and was still a little unhappy, "don't ask me any more, and don't make any more of my words, I absolutely can't tell you, but don't worry, you Sooner or later you will find out."

  Xiaolan wanted to punch this villain very much, but for some reason, looking at Qiaobu's face, Xiaolan suddenly thought of another person.

   King God.

   Wangshen's mother looks exactly like herself.

  If Wangshen's mother is the "other me" that Qiaobu said, then...would it be Wangshen's mother who gave birth to Qiao?

   But there is no city in the Wangcheng and the bridge, so they are a little far away.

Xiaolan remembered the woman she had seen with her own eyes. She looked very similar to herself. The first time Xiaolan saw her was in the memory of Lily's death, and the second time was when the scarred eye attacked. When she was alone, she showed up to save herself once.

  Then... Hashiba's mother is this person?

Xiaolan squinted his eyes at Qiaowei, thinking about how to get some words out of him, but Qiaowei didn't seem to feel Xiaolan's malicious intentions. He glanced at the three people lying on the ground, and shook his head leisurely. With a fan, he walked back to the Taishi chair in the hall.

   "It's still a long time anyway," Qiao didn't turn around and waved his fan at Xiaolan, "Come here, I'll tell you Xu Zishan's story."

  ***

die.

   Qin Yin and Wen Ling raised their heads and exchanged horrified glances.

   "Who do you think wrote these words?" Qin Yin's face was frozen with fright, only his mouth could move.

  Wang Ling glanced at the word, his face was pale, and his voice was hoarse, "Fool."

   Anyone can see it, this is the handwriting of a fool.

  Why did he write this dense "death" on the last page of his math notes?

   "Fool he... shouldn't he be so dark?"

  Wang Ling shook his head decisively, "No!"

   "I don't think so either," Qin Yin didn't dare to touch the red letters, the red ones were too dazzling, as if they were just written, "Is it possible, what's wrong with the fool?"

   The two thought of the graffiti on the title page at the same time.

   Fool Xu.

   "This should be the nickname of a fool, he keeps letting others call him that." Qin Yin said.

   "Painted out?" asked Ling questioning.

   is also true, if it is a title that a fool can accept, why should it be painted out?

   "I can't figure it out," Qin Yin closed the notebook directly, "Let's go forward, it seems that the answer is ahead."

   The state of the two of them is obviously not as easy as before, the blood-red "death" characters are still shaking in front of their eyes, so that although the two of them are walking on their legs, their minds don't know where they are going.

   Until the front of the mist, a familiar and unfamiliar voice came.

   Like…

   "Ringtone?" Qin Yin stood there and pricked up his ears, "It seems to be the ringtone of the phone."

   Wenling nodded.

  The bell rang all the time, floating in this fog that could not see the road ahead, which made people feel a little creepy.

   The two walked in the direction of the ringing of the phone.

   Unsurprisingly, an old mobile phone was vibrating, lying on the ground, the screen of the mobile phone was on, and the number of the incoming call was displayed on it.

   The two approached.

   The name on the screen was exactly what they knew - Lu Jieyi.

   "It's Lu Jieyi's phone!" Qin Yin said hurriedly, "It seems that this is a fool's phone."

   "Do you take it?" Wen Ling hugged Qin Yin's arm.

   "Why didn't you answer? Maybe this is the last phone call Lu Jieyi made to the fool before he died. There must be clues in it, otherwise the call wouldn't have appeared here for no reason."

   Qin Yin took a deep breath, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and connected the call.

"Hey?"

   There was silence over there for half a minute, until the two of them began to wonder, and suddenly, the person over there spoke.

   "Fool, I want to tell you..."

   I want to explain what I did yesterday!

Some friends should know that this year, I finished the postgraduate entrance examination, and I was very happy when I got my grades. With a score of 406, I have reached my target score. I am very satisfied, but last night, when I was writing normally, I applied for the college entrance examination. The re-examination line is down. I didn't reach the score of 415. I failed the postgraduate entrance examination. Looking at the score line, it didn't feel like it was real. From last night to this morning, I actually cried all the time. There is no way, helpless and helpless. Actually, I didn't really want to tell you about this, because I didn't want to pass on negative energy to everyone, but I was really depressed in my heart, so please act like a tree hole for the time being and store it up. Take my grief. This afternoon, I was in a better mood. I tried my best to finish writing the half of the article that I didn’t finish yesterday. I also have to stop being emotional and work hard to adjust. I used to think that writing can heal me, so I am willing to persevere. But now, because of you, I feel that life is actually more worthwhile than I imagined. I write slowly, and there are very few friends who can follow the text. When you read this passage, I must have been full of blood and resurrected me, thank you! grateful! grateful!

   (end of this chapter)