He couldn't go on like this. He didn't want to have such a frightening night anymore, and he couldn't even have a peaceful dream. What's more, the woman in the garden also wanted to find out.
As soon as the decision was made, Qingcheng woke up the butterflies at dawn.
Butterfly got dressed and got out of bed, yawned, opened her hazy sleepy eyes, turned to look out the window, and saw that the east was still glowing with sunlight, and she was very puzzled: "Miss, the sun hasn't come out yet?"
"Butterfly, let's go treasure hunting today!" Qingcheng pretended to be mysterious with a smile, making Butterfly nod happily.
After hastily finishing breakfast, Qingcheng took Butterfly and groped along the somewhat vague route in his memory.
Butterfly followed behind and asked doubtfully: "Miss, what are you looking for?"
I ignored the butterfly. Everywhere I looked looked like the road I had walked on in a dream, and it didn't look like I had walked on it myself. After turning around, I still couldn't figure it out.
Qingcheng stopped and thought deeply for a moment, then said to Butterfly: "Butterfly, cover my eyes with a gauze scarf."
Butterfly obediently covered Qingcheng's eyes with gauze, and asked doubtfully: "Miss, are you going to play hide and seek?"
Without answering Butterfly's question, Qingcheng looked at the hazy scene outside through the gauze scarf, and groped involuntarily. When he came to a place, Qingcheng stopped, pulled off the gauze scarf and took a look: he was back yesterday.
There are tall trees in the rockery at night. Qingcheng looked closely and saw that the trees were too lush. The low-hanging branches covered half of the rockery, but no one pruned it. Under the trees were messy shrubs, covering the path on the side of the rockery.
A piece of white cloth hung on the branches of the bush, which looked particularly dazzling. Qingcheng was excited and ran over to pick it up - it was the rag of his own clothes.
Looking up and looking around, no wonder Qingcheng felt that something was wrong. It turned out that this was the only pristine and unmanicured place in the neatly manicured garden. The trees here were allowed to grow, as if they had been forgotten in the bustling city.
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Gently pushing aside a small cluster of branches, the path beside the rockery suddenly jumped into view. Qingcheng was overjoyed and stepped into it. Not long after walking, his eyes gradually opened up. The front end of the winding path seemed like a dream but not a dream.
The courtyard is right in front of you.
Butterfly, who was following Qingcheng closely, was very surprised: "When did there be a courtyard like this in the general's mansion? Why has no one ever heard of it?"
There was a throbbing in his heart, and there were some ripples in his heart, as if he had been waiting for it for a long time. Qingcheng ignored Butterfly's muttering and ran straight to the front of the hospital as if he was being tempted.
On the door plate of the courtyard are engraved the three characters "Luochenju Jianjing". The paint color of the fonts on both sides has long since peeled off, leaving only the fonts recessed into the wood. The word "Chen" is still black with dots. No wonder at night, I can only distinguish one.
The word dust.
The sun has risen very high, and its dazzling rays pass through the leaves and cast onto the dusty abode of weeds and sentient beings. The place is completely desolate.
Qingcheng lightly smashed the locked rusty courtyard door with a stone, and the rusty lock fell to the ground like red clods of soil.
Pushing it open forcefully, the iron door and the doorpost made a harsh and harsh friction sound, just like an old animal still panting.
Not far from the courtyard gate, there is a large black stone slab under the tall trees on the left.
Looking around Qingcheng, the pavilions and pavilions flying among the broken bricks and tiles, and the exotic flowers and plants growing crazily among the trees, what a prosperous scene it once was. The large black stone protruding in the courtyard, Qingcheng
No matter how you look at it, it’s eye-catching.
"Miss." Butterfly called softly, seeming a little scared.
The yard is not big, and further inside is the residence of the owner of the front yard. There are two entrances and two exits to the yard, and the dusty door is opened. In the dusty light pillar, a painting hangs in the middle. The woman in the painting is graceful and graceful.
The temples are held up high, gold and jade rings are embedded in the hair, two dark curves enter the temples, two autumn waves are flowing and shining, and the white gauze clothes dance lightly in the wind, like a fairy falling into the dust. No wonder it is called Luochen Residence!
Those eyebrows, that expression, were somewhat familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar. Qingcheng stared blankly, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind: Isn't it her?
At this time, the butterfly behind him also seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Qingcheng in confusion: "Why is the lady's portrait hung here?"
Qingcheng was so shocked that his heart was filled with questions but no one could answer them.
"How did you get here?" A deep and unhappy voice suddenly sounded, making Qingcheng and Butterfly both turn their heads in fright.