Baomu stared intently at the blue beads hidden in the shadows.
He moved his position and looked at it from a different angle.
seem……
When the others were at a loss what to do, Bao Mu suddenly stood up, ran to the window, and closed the curtains under everyone's surprised gazes.
The entire bedroom was suddenly shrouded in darkness.
"Baomu, what are you doing?"
"Can it roll out now?" Baomu turned around and asked.
Wen Ling understood what he meant and stretched out his hand towards Lan Zhu.
This time, the blue beads finally returned to the palm of Wenling's hand obediently.
"Okay!" Wen Ling grabbed Lan Zhu and said excitedly.
"Hehe, that's good." Baomu walked back cheerfully.
"How did you think of it?" Qin Yin said in surprise.
"I saw that the blue bead couldn't come out of the shadow, so I wondered if it was afraid of light," Baomu said, "and I felt that the light spot inside the blue bead was a bit like... a
Star."
"Star?!" Everyone was shocked.
"A feeling is just a feeling." Baomu explained hurriedly.
"Brother Baomu, your feelings are usually very accurate," Xiaolan said, "If you think about it again, you must have found some evidence."
There is no reasonless love, no reasonless hate, and no reasonless feeling.
"Speaking of evidence..." Baomu raised his eyes and traced, "When I first saw this blue bead, it was being held by Wen Ling in his hand. At that time, from my perspective, it was just embedded in the
The background was lost, and the background at that time was the starry sky outside the window..."
"Don't tell me, this blue color does look like the blue of the night sky." Luo Jiutian nodded.
Background, starry sky...
Qin Yin scratched his neck and said, "Did Wen Ling's grandfather put a star in a bead and give it to Wen Ling?"
The idea is very romantic, but nothing more.
"Everyone is now an adult and already knows what the reality of the stars is," the fool complained. "I asked Ling whether her grandpa can bring in the distant outer space?"
"I think it makes sense," Xiaolan said, "otherwise, why would Lanzhu be afraid of the sun?"
The idiot sighed and patted Xiaolan on the shoulder, "Kid, it seems I have to add some astrophysics knowledge to you."
"Maybe it's not a real star, but something very similar," Luo Jiutian said, "I ask Ling, does such a thing exist among you Sanyan people?"
Wen Ling tilted his head and thought about it. For a long time, he frowned, showing a clueless expression.
"Are there any clues in your home?" Baomu asked.
Wen Ling's eyes lit up.
"Yeah," Qin Yin also clapped his hands, "Grandpa left you the password, and he must have hoped that you could decipher it. The key clues to the decryption are probably still at your home."
"Hmm... um!" Wen Ling obviously agreed with this statement.
Everyone set off to Wenling's house. Before leaving, the Taoist Master carefully pulled out an umbrella and held it over Wenling's head. After confirming that the blue beads had not disappeared again, everyone felt relieved.
Weiruo Village is not big, and the distance between the two houses is not too far.
When Wen Ling walked towards the bamboo fence courtyard, his steps hesitated.
Seeing that her eyes were slightly red, Qin Yin put his arms around her shoulders and gave her a look full of power.
"Wen Ling, don't be sad. You see, our group together can't even make up a pair of parents. Aren't we still living well?"
This move would injure the enemy by one thousand and damage yourself by ten thousand. Everyone present lowered their heads in depression.
Luo Jiutian raised his hand, "I have a father."
"I know, what are you showing off for?" Qin Yin waved her hand at him impatiently, "I count Lao Luo."
Wen Ling took a deep breath, raised her other hand and rubbed her face, "Let's go."
Starting from today, oh no, starting from yesterday, it is time to start the journey again.
Let's go.
The cabin has good lighting, the living room is spacious and bright, and there are very few decorations. The overall style of the room is simple and elegant. You can tell at a glance that the owner has good taste.
Xiaolan looked at every corner of the room carefully.
This is where Wen Ling grew up...
By the way, I seem to have seen this house in my memories of asking the spirits.
Wen Ling walked around twice in the center of the living room, looking at them, but still seemed to have no idea.
"Let's start looking," the fool rolled up his sleeves, "first go to the desk and locker and have a look... Ask Ling, can we just look through it like this?"
Wen Ling did not refuse and walked with them to the desk on the north side of the living room.
"Turn over."
Wen Ling's grandfather loved calligraphy and painting. There were several semi-finished products on the desk. Apart from pens, inks, paper and inkstones and unfinished paintings, there seemed to be nothing else.
Xiao Lan inserted the brushes he took out of the pen holder back into the pen one by one and said, "Since it is something left for Wen Ling, will it be in Wen Ling's room?"
A word to wake up the dreamer.
Three girls walked into Wen Ling's boudoir.
Xiaolan and Qin Yin said in unison, slightly surprised, "Wow..."
The room they visited was completely different from what they imagined, with pink sheets, pink curtains, and every item in the room telling a strong girlish dream.
Wen Ling's face turned red, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay..." Qin Yin's voice became softer unconsciously, "Wen Ling, it seems that you are completely the little princess of the family."
Princess? It does fit Wen Ling’s character very well.
Princess Wenling closed the curtains in a familiar manner. No light came in, and the warm atmosphere in the room was also lost.
Wen Ling pointed to the small bookshelf next to the single bed, "There."
There are a lot of books on the bookshelf, half of them are children's books and half of them are classics. It seems that Wen Ling is growing up well.
"Is there anything here...a gift from grandpa?" Qin Yin looked around.
Wen Ling walked to the desk and said, "Book."
"These books?" Xiaolan asked, "birthday gift?"
Wen Ling nodded.
Xiaolan flipped through a few books and asked again, "Wen Ling, what was the last gift grandpa gave you?"
Wen Ling reached out and clicked on the bookshelf, selected one of the books, and pulled it out.
The two looked down.
"Asking the Sky," Qin Yin read out the title, "there is such a book, I have never heard of it."
"Have you seen it?" Xiaolan asked.
Xiaolan knew the answer after asking Linghehehe for a while.
Sure enough, this book should have been given to her by her grandfather not long before Wen Ling left, so she has not read it yet.
Of course, it's possible that Wen Ling was lazy, but that's not important...
Xiaolan took the book and opened the first page.
There are two large bold characters printed on the title page.
"Ask...eh?" Qin Yin thought, "Why has it changed?"
On the first page, what is printed is not the title of the book, but two other words.
Ask the night.
"Wenye..." Xiaolan recited silently, "This may be a reminder."