At that moment, Xiaolan even doubted whether her Chinese was not very good.
"ha?"
"What's wrong?" Qiao Mei narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully, "That's the answer."
"You... you are my child?" Xiaolan started to stutter when speaking, "Don't you know what a child means..."
Qiao didn't straighten up again and said thoughtfully, "Well - maybe."
"What maybe! What do you mean by saying this?! What do you mean I am your child... No, you are my child?!"
Xiaolan was not only shocked, but also very speechless. She had been looking for her mother for so long, but she didn't find her, but she found a son?!
"That's the literal meaning," Qiao Mo said seriously, "Maybe it's hard for you to understand..."
"Of course it's hard for me to understand!" Xiaolan's expression lost control, "I'm only ten...teen years old!"
"Teenage?" Qiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Where did you think you were? Of course I'm not talking about a biological child. How old are you?"
"You also know that I am a child!" Xiaolan yelled, "Then why do you say such things?"
"You can understand it this way..." Qiao Mei held his chin with his index finger and raised his head in thought for a while, "Just think I'm joking."
"...Do you think I'm a fool?"
"No, no, I'm kidding," Qiao Mi waved his hand and cleared his throat, "I can only say that in a sense, I am indeed your child, but it was not you who gave birth to me, or,
It’s not who you are now.”
Xiaolan calmed down a little, and the hair on her head was much better.
"I still don't understand," Xiaolan's breathing was still a little rapid, "I didn't know how to have children before."
"It's not you now, nor you before," Qiao didn't try hard to explain, "Well... let me ask you, have you ever felt like this, that there is more than one you in this world?"
Xiao Lan pursed her lips and stared hard into Qiao Mei's eyes.
Do you want to tell the person in front of you about yourself?
On the one hand, it is not certain whether this person is good or bad, but on the other hand, he does seem to know something.
To say? Or not to say?
Xiaolan hesitated for a long time and then nodded slightly.
"You feel it, right?" Qiao Mei's eyes suddenly became filled with joy.
"What do you know?"
"I can't tell you."
Tired, tired, destroyed.
Xiaolan gasped in anger and rolled her eyes helplessly.
"It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it," Qiao Mei said again, "I can only tell you one thing, those people you feel are all you. I am their child, so I am also your child.
.”
Xiaolan folded her arms and started shaking her legs. It took her a while to calm down, and she tilted her head and asked, "Can't you tell the truth to your mother?"
"What I told is the truth," Qiao didn't respond 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 being taken advantage of, and was a little unhappy, "Don't ask anymore, and don't try to trick me anymore. I will never tell you, but don't be impatient, you
You will know sooner or later."
Xiao Lan wanted to punch this traitor, but for some reason, looking at Qiao Mei's face, Xiao Lan suddenly thought of another person.
King God.
Wang Shen's mother looks exactly like him.
If Wang Shen's mother is the "other me" Qiao Mei mentioned, then... would it be Wang Shen's mother who gave birth to Qiao Mei?
But Wangcheng and Qiaomengcheng are quite far apart.
Xiaolan thought of the woman she had seen with her own eyes again. Her appearance was very similar to hers. The first time Xiaolan saw her was in the memory of Lily's death, and the second time was during the Scar Eye attack.
When he was alone, she showed up and saved him once.
Then...who is Hashimi's mother?
Xiaolan squinted at Qiaomei, wondering how to get something out of him, but Qiaomei didn't seem to sense Xiaolan's ill intentions. He glanced at the three people lying on the ground and shook his head leisurely.
Holding a fan, he walked back to the grand master's chair in the hall.
"It's still a long time anyway," Qiao said without turning around, waving 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 frightened looks.
"Who do you think wrote these words?" Qin Yin's face was frozen with fright, and only his mouth could move.
Wen Ling glanced at that word, his face turned pale and his voice was hoarse, "Idiot."
Anyone can see that this is the handwriting of a fool.
Why did he write this dense "death" on the last page of his mathematics notes?
"Idiot... he can't have such a dark psychology, right?"
Wen Ling shook his head decisively, "No!"
"I don't think so either." Qin Yin didn't dare to touch the red letters. The red was too dazzling, as if they had just been written on them. "Is it possible that the fool has some kind of psychological problem?"
Both of them thought of the graffiti on the title page at the same time.
Fool Xu.
"This should be the nickname of the fool. He has always let others call him that." Qin Yin said.
"Eradicate it?" Wen Ling expressed doubt.
That’s right, if it’s a title acceptable to a fool, why would it be painted out?
"I can't figure it out." Qin Yin closed the notebook without seeing anything, "Let's keep moving forward. It seems that the answer is in front of us."
The condition of the two of them was obviously not as relaxed as before. The blood-red word "death" was still shaking in front of their eyes. Although the two of them were walking on their legs, their minds did not know where they were.
Until in front of the mist, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came.
Like...
"Ringtone?" Qin Yin stood there, pricking up his ears, "It seems to be the ringtone of an incoming call on a mobile phone."
Wen Ling nodded.
The bell was always ringing, floating in the fog that made it difficult to see the way forward, which made people feel a little creepy.
The two of them walked in the direction of the cell phone ringtone.
As expected, an old mobile phone was vibrating and 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 Yueyi.
"It's Lu Yueyi's phone number!" Qin Yin said hurriedly, "It seems like this is a fool's phone."
"Will you pick it up?" Wenling hugged Qin Yin's arm.
"Why didn't you answer it? Maybe this was the last call Lu Jieyi made to a fool before he died. There must be clues in it, otherwise this call wouldn't have appeared here for no reason."
Qin Yin took a deep breath, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and answered the call.
"Hello?"
There was silence for half a minute, and both of them began to wonder. Suddenly, the person over there spoke.
"Fool, I want to tell you..."
I want to explain my update yesterday!
Some friends should know that I took the postgraduate entrance examination this year. I was very happy when the results came out. I scored 406 points, which was the score I wanted. I was very satisfied. But last night, when I was updating my essay normally, I applied for the college.
I got the retest score of 415, but I didn’t reach it. I failed the postgraduate entrance exam. Looking at the score line, it didn’t feel like it was real. From last night to this morning, I was actually crying. I just felt that it was unacceptable, but I couldn’t accept it.
I have no choice but to be powerless and helpless. Actually, I didn’t want to tell you about this at first because I didn’t want to convey negative energy to you, but I am really depressed, so I would like to ask you to use it as a tree hole for the time being.
Let me express my sadness. This afternoon, I felt better. I tried to finish the half of the article I didn’t finish yesterday. I also want to stop being emotional and work hard to adjust. I always felt that writing could heal me.
So I am willing to persist, but now because I think of you, I feel that life is actually more worthwhile than I imagined. I write slowly, and I have very few friends who can follow my articles. When you see this paragraph, I
I must have been resurrected with full blood. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!