Blood Race Little Milk Bag: I became a group pet by punching in

Chapter 151 Mausoleum Dove
Since ten years ago, there has been an account that has been sending money to the Anran Orphanage every month.

A small amount becomes a large amount, and it will basically be a large amount of remittance every month in the future.

There is never a day without a break.

The account holder is this prodigy who became famous at a young age.

But...the man died five years ago.

There are still people using his account now, except for Bai Nianyou, there is no one else.

They are the closest childhood sweethearts.

It's a pity that all of this was destroyed by myself.

Bai Zhiyi couldn't help laughing at himself, he should have known it a long time ago.

Getting close to him will make you unlucky.

No wonder there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the very beginning.

Anran Orphanage is just the current name, five years ago there was a more famous name Fengyang Orphanage.

With the death of that person, everything disappeared.

His name is Lingjiu, the Lingjiu of the mausoleum, and the dove of Jiujiu.

Like a brilliant and dazzling meteor across the night sky.

The moment of stunning fireworks in the world is a moment of sensation and bustle.

No matter how beautiful it was once, very few people remember Lingjiu now.

Unfortunately, Bai Zhiyi is one of them.

After all, the other party is different, and they have known each other since they were in the blood clan.

It's a pity that the human body is still too fragile after all.

In the beginning, the ownership of the orphanage's land was in Lingjiu's hands. Since his death five years ago, he had already been adopted by a contract to Bai Nianyou.

I have to say that Lingjiu is far more intelligent than ordinary people, and he can always take the first step to plan ahead.

The land transfer contract was prepared a month before his death, and Bai Nianyou secretly donated money every month, the orphanage struggled for five years.

Even if he died, the affairs behind him had already been arranged, as if he had foreseen his own end.

Did something happen that I didn't know about?

Bai Zhiyi closed his eyes subconsciously, trying to get rid of the bitterness and guilt that was inadvertently revealed.

Now the ownership of the Anran Orphanage is in Bai Nianyou's hands. With the huge strength of the Bai family in Shanghai, Bai Nianyou is not short of money at all.

Demolition?

Those who really want to demolish this place are not those businessmen who fancy the land.

The orphanage is located in a remote location on the outskirts of the city, and there is not much traffic around.

Businessmen have always been mercenary and will not trade at a loss.

So these are probably planned by Bai Nianyou.

Bai Zhiyi knew that the incident had hit the second sister too hard.

Even they are deeply affected, and no one can get out of the haze that was left behind.

He himself is not qualified to talk about Bai Nianyou.

Just, is this really good?
Destroy them all, erase all traces of the past.

Second sister, what do you want to do?

Bai Zhiyi subconsciously hugged Xiaotuanzi tightly in his arms, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Based on what I know about my second sister, although her obsession with Lingjiu is not as crazy as it used to be on the surface, but the emotions that have been accumulated in her heart for many years are probably not much more.

The more normal some people appear on the surface, the crazier they are on the inside.

The extremes must be reversed.

……

Dusk lightly falls over the sparkling fountain surface.

A full moon was clearly reflected by the water.

Close at hand, within reach.

There is the sound of rushing water in my ears.

The cold wind plucked up the courage to go forward and broke the quiet air.

The young man turned his back to the moonlight alone, and the shadows obscured all emotions.

He seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly raised his head, his red-blue eyes sparkled with fear.

Bai Siheng calmly withdrew his gaze, as if he had been used to it for a long time. There was a hint of prudence hidden in his sloppy expression, but he was always used to being flamboyant and arrogant, and it was never difficult to express his sincere thoughts.

"Anran Orphanage is Fengyang Orphanage, you know that, right?"

Although Bai Zhiyi was an interrogative sentence, it was in a declarative tone, as if he had already made up his mind about everything.

"Tsk, you just know now?"

Bai Siheng's nonchalant tone made those who didn't know him think he was so annoying.

"Have we been there?"

In Bai Zhiyi's impression, he didn't remember whether he had been there, it seemed that he had been there and he didn't seem to have been there. The vague memory really made people feel annoyed.

"of course not.

Bai Siheng was about to blurt out the next two words, but for some reason he couldn't say them.

Recalling the first time I went to the Anran Orphanage yesterday, although it was the first time I came here, there was always an inexplicable familiarity.

It feels like it's not the first time I've been there.

But the deep familiarity doesn't seem fake at all.

However, there is really no impression in the memory.

Bai Siheng narrowed his peach blossom eyes, with a trace of doubt hidden in his expression, he paused and continued: "It feels a bit familiar, I don't remember going there."

"..."

He also found it strange that Bai Zhiyi was silent when he heard the words. Now it seems that he is not the only one who has problems.

After Lingjiu died that year, all the news about him seemed to be wiped out of thin air by an invisible hand.

Nothing was left.

Bai Zhiyi had already forgotten what Lingjiu looked like, and five years had passed.

No matter how hard I try to remember, I can never recall the slightest impression of that face.

This is very wrong.

They had discovered the clues back then, but Lingjiu was too dazzling, and the tragic death is still hard for people to accept.

No matter how much he doubted, Lingjiu died after all.

Died five years ago.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

There is such a long distance between the underworld and people, how can the world be turned around by one's own strength?

"You can't remember either, can you?"

Bai Siheng put his hands in his pockets, as if he had guessed something.

As smart as he is, it's not that he hasn't discovered some things, it's just that he is willing to care about them.

As a result, Lingjiu died.

So everything becomes meaningless.

Bai Zhiyi didn't say a word, as if acquiescing to the other party's words, his profile face became paler and paler under the moonlight, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his mocking expression was particularly ironic.

Knowing that there is a problem, but no one is willing to look for the answer carefully.

Because the culprits are them.

Avoidance, fear, guilt, none of these can change the outcome.

The fragile and helpless ignorance when I was young is still vivid in my mind when I think about it carefully.

Bai Siheng stood not far away, the dim light in his eyes was covered by the moonlight, his handsome face was rarely serious.

His eyes just looked at Bai Zhiyi quietly, just like before, hiding a softness and madness that no one knew about.

They are thinking the same thing now.

Perhaps conflicts and resentments have become difficult to distinguish and resolve.

If Lingjiu hadn't died, maybe everything could start over.

But he is dead.

Bai Siheng knew all this clearly, he raised his head and looked at the deep and boundless night sky.

There was a moment of expectation that there would be a meteor passing by.

He didn't know what to do with the scene in front of him.

But...you can't just do nothing.

The two fell into an eerie harmony.

The whispering Night Breeze pushed his thoughts into another abyss.

(End of this chapter)