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Relics of Time and Space Chapter 55: Compassion

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    When Shen Congliang heard her question, he suddenly woke up and said, "It's really boring today. It's time to come out and get some air." As he said that, he walked forward, with a smirk on his face that was self-evident.  Yulu looked at his weird smile, subconsciously holding the clothes on his chest tightly with both hands, wondering to herself if this man could be so lethal, then she turned around and cursed: "Oh, that's so embarrassing, you're teasing me again."  ?" With the emotion of an indifferent girl, she grabbed her skirt with both hands and ran towards a room.  Shen Congliang looked at her embarrassment and shook his head helplessly. Normally, the size he deliberately exposed was larger than this. His face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He was still showing off boldly, which made countless viewers feel embarrassed. Now he was only slightly in love, and he became shy.  In this way, whether she is not ready, or people are always shy inadvertently, it is really a needle in the heart of a woman, which makes people a little confused.  At this time, warm applause broke out on the first floor. I don¡¯t know who made a bold move, causing bursts of screams. The walls seemed to be unable to withstand such a large vibration. The dust above their heads rustled down, and at the end of the corridor  Under the sunlight coming from the window, I can see it clearly and clearly.  Suddenly the light in front of me dimmed, and the originally narrow corridor suddenly became dark. Then the faint scent of orchid rushed towards me. I didn¡¯t need to look back to know that it was Miss Lianxin, because in the entire Tibetan Incense Building, most of the others chose strong scents, even  The clothes are scented with incense several times every day. I wish I could put the clothes into the incense burner. Only she can use the faint fragrance.  "Are you back?" An eighteen-year-old girl looked at her with watery eyes and affectionate eyes. Her beautiful eyes were slightly moist, and her excitement could not be suppressed. However, she seemed to be restrained by something and stood there blankly.  at every turn.  Shen Congliang opened his hands and said with a long-lost smile, "Come on." He threw himself into Shen Congliang's arms with a cry of pity, his delicate back kept rising and falling, and his depressed mood surged like water bursting from a dam.  Roaring, roaring, and rolling away, the low whimpering sound echoed in the small corridor.  It was only at this moment that Shen Congliang lost his pretense of maturity, showed a sunny smile, and comforted softly: "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" Lianxin's back rose slightly, and she replied: "They all treated me very well."  Shen Congliang snorted and said listlessly: "You're feeling better, but I'm in a bad mood." For a moment, he felt pity for his delicate body, and raised his beautiful face. Her face was as beautiful as the peach blossoms in March, so delicate and endearing.  Shen Congliang said softly: "What's wrong?" Shen Congliang looked at her jade face, with tears dotted on her face, like petals with crystal dew after the rain, indescribably beautiful and fresh, and his head was buzzing.  , there seemed to be countless bees surrounding her ears, and at the same time, her eyes blurred, the world was spinning, her head was like paste, she slowly lowered her lips, Lianxin saw her like this, a blush flew up on her cheeks, and she slowly closed Shuiling  Big spiritual eyes.  Suddenly, a graceful figure appeared in front of him, with a few strands of hair floating on his stunning face. He was holding a long sword as jade-like as snow in the wind. She seemed to be looking into the distance. Shen Congliang shivered and suddenly  He raised his head and said, "Which man would be in a better mood after seeing a beautiful woman with tears streaming down her face?" She burst into tears and laughed, and said coquettishly, "You are laughing at me again." Only then did I realize that the close contact between two people was a bit ambiguous.  He slowly left Shen Congliang's arms and turned around, adjusting his clothes intentionally or unintentionally.  Shen Congliang asked confusedly: "What's wrong with you?" Lianxin just twisted his body and shook his round pearl shoulders. This time, Shen Congliang was confused. He sighed and asked: "Has anyone touched my room?  " Lian Xin turned around, her big watery eyes met Shen Congliang's gaze, and said, "Young Master Yuan gave special instructions, so no one dared to move. " Shen Congliang's hanging heart was put into his stomach.  Said: "Wait for me here." Lian Xin asked confusedly: "Why?" Shen Congliang smiled mysteriously and said: "Our dream will come true in a while." Lian Xin seemed to have thought of something, fair and white  Her skin was suddenly engulfed in red like a tide, spreading all the way to the raised peaks under her neck. She lowered her head shyly, wishing she could bury it in the collar on her chest.  "Wait for me." Shen Congliang's youthful smile gradually disappeared in the bright sunshine coming through the window.  ??He turned around suddenly, uttered an ouch, covered his forehead, and smiled stupidly at the woman. You can imagine the embarrassment. Shen Congliang wanted to turn around gracefully, but unexpectedly he hit the wall gorgeously. ??????????????????? It seems that people can¡¯t pretend, but it¡¯s worth it to win a beauty. At the other end of the corridor, I saw a woman covering her delicate mouth with her jade hands, bending over and laughing non-stop, as graceful as a willow tree swaying in the wind.  After watching for a long time, Shen Congliang turned around and ran towards the third floor.?Walking through the long corridor, he stopped in front of a door in a roundabout way. The light here was weak and a little dim, but he could vaguely see the mark on the door.  Along the way, my face always encountered some slight obstacles. It must be that no one has been here for a long time, and it has formed layers of spider webs.  Standing at the door, Shen Congliang hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed the door open gently with both hands. The moist and simple breath rushed towards him. After waiting for a moment, the dirty air ran away, and he walked straight to the window, opened the curtains, and instantly disappeared from the room.  Soft light poured in from outside, gradually covering most of the room.  The flying dust dances in the air, as if suspended on the table, neither sinking nor floating, shining brightly in the sun.  The small room is well-organized, with tables, chairs and benches. The exquisite patterns and carved flowers and plants are vivid. You can tell at a glance that it was made by a famous artist and is of great value.  This place is originally a gold-selling cave, a bottomless pit that can never be filled up. Play and sing every day, play the piano every night, sing endless melodious sounds, and listen to endless songs and beautiful words.  It¡¯s just that the third floor is where the dancers live, so it¡¯s a bit shabby compared to the first floor, but it¡¯s much more luxurious and extravagant than the average pavilion.  But Shen Congliang¡¯s room is unique. All the wooden furniture is made of sandalwood or agarwood. It looks simple and plain, but the price is far beyond the sum of the gorgeous decorations.  In particular, the table made of sandalwood retains its original color. The exquisite patterns carved on it are covered by a thick layer of dust. There is also a small piece of paper on the table, with a few lines of small words scrawled in strong handwriting: There are colorful clouds on it.  In the fluttering fairyland, there are beautiful mountains and rivers below.  In the past, there were battlefields with golden arms and iron horses, but now there are brothels with singing in the morning and strings in the night.  "What a familiar handwriting, the past events are still vivid in my mind. It was written by me to express my depression. At that time, I heard the crackling sound and my mother's tender laughter coming from the distance.  Worried about her mother's comfort, she couldn't help but walk towards the sound. Through the crack in the door, she happened to see three bright rays of light, like rolling lightning in the sky, attacking her unstoppably, picking up countless things and flying in the air, like a sudden flash in the desert.  The whirlwind that blew up covered the sky and swallowed everything.  Before even thinking about what could be so powerful, Shen Congliang could pounce on the light like a leopard.  The heartbreaking pain spread all over the body in an instant, the pulling force seemed to shatter the entire body, and unbearable pain was felt in every part of the skin.  When Shen Congliang thought of this, his body couldn't help but trembled. Thinking back to this day, he still has lingering fear. The pain seemed unbearable.  Except for some dust, the tables, chairs, and beds in the room are quite neat. The thick quilt is lying quietly on the bed, as if waiting for someone to return. The white-haired spider threads are crisscrossed.  With.  He just stared blankly. In just a few days, earth-shaking changes had taken place. Things and people had changed, and the scenery remained the same. However, he could no longer hear the familiar and friendly voice. He didn't know where his mother's body was now.  Even if I ask the master, how can I face the enemy who has supported me for more than ten years?  Come on, come on, come on, you have to learn to face it in life, right?  I still have a long way to go.  Thinking of this, Shen Congliang opened the cabinet without hesitation and carefully took out an oval stone from it. The rough surface was bumpy and inconspicuous, and it was more inconspicuous than the stones on the street. It was about the same size as an ostrich egg.  There is a faint residual warmth from where you start. No matter how it changes throughout the year, the temperature on this stone seems to have never changed. It always feels warm to the touch in winter and a little cool in hot weather.
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