Standing quietly at the door, Luo Wanqing closed the door in his hands.
Isolating the mother and daughter inside, Luo Wanqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
After a moment, those beautiful eyes opened again, and everything inside was clear and clear.
Luo Wanqing slowly turned around and walked in the direction of the living room, his eyes gradually becoming lower and firmer.
When he walked to the living room, Gu Lanchen was standing in the center of the living room, guarding next to Zhou Yongcun.
Seeing Luo Wanqing, Gu Lanchen took a few steps back.
Luo Wanqing felt the wind every step of the way, and as he moved, a cold light flashed across his waist.
I saw Luo Wanqing taking out the dagger and holding it tightly in his hand.
She hated it so much that veins appeared in her little hand holding the knife.
Looking down at the unrecognizable person in front of him, the overwhelming hatred in Luo Wanqing's body almost burst out.
On the side, Gu Lanchen stretched out his hand to stop Luo Wanqing's next move.
Whatever Luo Wanqing wants to do, Gu Lanchen will support it regardless of the reason. He will not condone this kind of thing, and will be by his side to prevent Luo Wanqing from going astray.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the big hand covering the back of his hand, feeling as if a little warmth had entered the cold back of his hand.
This was the first warmth Luo Wanqing felt throughout the whole day.
She raised her little hand and pushed Gu Lanchen's hand down.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Wanqing signaled with his eyes that it didn't matter.
When their eyes met, Gu Lanchen understood the restraint in Luo Wanqing's eyes, so Gu Lanchen put down his hand and walked aside.
"Second uncle."
The girl standing in the center suddenly spoke.
"Can you let your people go out first? I want to be alone with Zhou Yongcun."
There seemed to be hesitation between his eyebrows, but after catching the emotion in Luo Wanqing's eyebrows, Gu Lanchen pursed his lips and nodded.
Worried about Luo Wanqing's safety, Gu Lanchen stood tightly at the door.
Everyone disappeared from sight, and Luo Wanqing moved his gaze to Zhou Yongcun, the only person present who was sitting.
Luo Wanqing did not rush to take action, but walked to the piano and sat down slowly.
The surroundings were in a mess, and this was the only surviving thing in the entire Zhou family.
Beautiful fingers flew up to the keys, Luo Wanqing closed her eyes and pressed her index finger.
As a result, sad and tumbling tones kept flying out from her fingertips, and in an instant, the entire Zhou family was filled with musical notes.
Rather than saying that what Luo Wanqing played was a death announcement, it would be better to say that what she played was her past few years.
Memories fly back to the past, to a certain afternoon.
On that sunny day, Grandpa Luo was holding Luo Wanqing while playing the piano, when a strange man walked in.
Grandpa once told Luo Wanqing that piano was one of Grandpa's few hobbies. Because he always stayed in the laboratory on weekdays and spent too little time by himself, this few hobbies seemed to be enough.
precious.
Grandpa even said that there was a musician suffering from Alzheimer's disease who could use the piano to treat Alzheimer's disease. Grandpa thought it was amazing, so from that day on, he also learned to use music to record life.
Everyone is looking for Grandpa Luo's second diary, and Luo Wanqing is also looking for it on the surface. But Luo Wanqing knows that the second diary is not a unique medical book at all, but Grandpa's diary, a book full of densely written...
Piano score diary.
The cheerful rhythm stopped abruptly here, and Luo Wanqing's music suddenly became more intense.
Her small hands began to play extremely fiercely, as if she was criticizing something or telling something.
Luo Wanqing recalled the days of revenge in the past few years, one by one, one by one, and his men moved faster and faster.
finally!
After a burst of melodious and long music, Luo Wanqing struck hard.
The moment it stopped suddenly, Zhou Yongcun trembled almost invisible on the stool.
He was closing his eyes tightly at this time, and he looked like he was dying.
Perhaps hearing Luo Wanqing's approaching footsteps, Zhou Yongcun moved his neck and asked.
"Luo Wanqing, are you coming to finish me off?"
Luo Wanqing didn't say a word, but held the dagger tightly in his hand again.
She put the cold blade against Zhou Yongcun's cheek, and smiled mockingly as she watched him tremble with fear.
"Zhou Yongcun, how could I risk my own life for your sake?"
At the end of the sentence, Luo Wanqing started to cry a little for no reason.
She felt like she couldn't hold on any longer, so she bit her back teeth and raised the knife with her hand!
Luo Wanqing wrote one line after another on the other side's skin.
The huge pain caused Zhou Yongcun to continuously let out a low roar, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Listening to the roars of the people beside him, Luo Wanqing started to strike harder and harder.
She seemed to be cutting off each other's bones, and the bright red liquid jumped onto the girl's fair face.
Soon, a big word "SIN" appeared on Zhou Yongcun's arm.
Shocked, Luo Wanqing opened his mouth.
"Bang bang——"
Luo Wanqing threw the knife to the ground, took out a wet wipe, and wiped each of his fingers clean as if it were dirty.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Wanqing tried his best to look calm.
She sneered and spoke, her words filled with the pleasure of getting revenge.
"Zhou Yongcun, you deserve everything you are facing now."
"From today on, I will live a good life with my grandparents' last wishes. As for your family, just stay there for the rest of your life and then die in a dirty and smelly corner!"
He originally expected how to deal with Zhou Yongcun, but the moment he actually stood in front of Zhou Yongcun, Luo Wanqing just felt sick all over.
She turned around without mercy and walked to the door.
The moment he raised his eyes to look at Gu Lanchen, a line of clear tears slowly slid down that perfect little face.
His great revenge was avenged, and his face burst into tears.
Luo Wanqing couldn't even suppress his tone, and the few words he said were in pieces.
"Let...them...take care of it."
*
Everything in the Zhou family was like a dream. On the way home, Luo Wanqing had not calmed down for a long time.
In the next few days, Luo Wanqing locked himself in the room.
She had an inexplicable high fever, but only when Ma Li put the medicine at the door of the room, Luo Wanqing would open the door, take a brief breath of the air outside, then quickly close the door and lock himself in the quiet room.
In the past few days, Luo Wanqing seemed to have disappeared. She could not be contacted when classes resumed. Luo Wanqing did not reply to the news that Lin Sheng and Liu Qiang were together. Su Mu drove to the downstairs of Gu's house every evening, and even half an inch of Luo Wanqing was there.
There is no trace of the late Qing Dynasty either.
On the day when no one could find her, Luo Wanqing reunited with her family in her dream.
The fire in the dream was finally torn open, revealing patches of warm sunshine.
The stingy old man and lady finally came to Luo Wanqing's dream and had the only reunion dinner with her in so many years.