Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 6 Alan and Zhao Mei

But the situation at the scene did not allow her to think too much. After Alan heard what he had always said as his own son, he looked up to the sky, blood and tears gradually flowed down, his face was weird and distorted, and his long arms grabbed him. The white and tender arms of a child.

"I'm not your mother, so who do you say I am, yes, who am I, I'm Alan, no, I'm Zhao Mei, that's not right, Zhao Lian, why don't you come and see Alan, Why not!"

The voice became louder and louder, and the whole ancient house was full of her increasingly disintegrated voice. The whole person screamed until the end, and slowly bowed her body. Lan Weiwei felt that she was crying, but listening to her nonsense, I am not sure again, and why Alan mentioned that he is Zhao Mei, everything is walking towards the depths of the unknown, Lan Weiwei always feels like walking in circles when stepping into the fog, and can't find the exit.

"Alan" buried her hands completely in the soil, Lan Weiwei took advantage of her madness, quickly caught up with little Apiao, and hid behind the big tree, she had already set a position for the tree, stood behind the big tree, Alain could not see them at all.

Finally crying enough, "Alan" began to look for her little son in a panic, but she couldn't find her in the yard, and the whole person started to go crazy again, making the whole old house bloody, and many unconscious Apiao ran wildly.

Lan Weiwei always hides behind the tree, as long as she doesn't move and her breath doesn't leak, Lan Weiwei won't be found.

The sky is gradually getting brighter, and the sun shines in through the thick fog of the ancient house, like a dazzling light that suddenly breaks through. Although it is faint, Lan Weiwei feels happy. Her nerves that collapsed all night are also relaxed, and her whole body Some prostration.

Lan Weiwei felt that things were not as simple as imagined. Just as she was about to walk out of the stump, the little Ah Piao in her hand hugged her leg and followed her. Lan Weiwei patted her forehead. She had been paying attention to Alan and forgot about it.

Gently holding his hand, the little boy's black eyes stared straight at Lan Weiwei, like a flower that had never bloomed, and died in the cradle, Lan Weiwei's eyes were gloomy, and he still led him away with a sigh Far.

Old house, old house, at the gate.

Zhao Tongjin obeyed Lan Weiwei's order, and sent several young and strong members of the clan to tie up Zhao Lian and wait at the door overnight.

Lan Weiwei opened the door early in the morning, and when she saw Zhao Tong and Zhao Lian waiting at the door, she nodded secretly. It seemed that Zhao Tong was right for his mother Lan, and she had to learn more in the future.

Zhao Lian is now middle-aged, not as vigorous as he was when he was young, his father did not come with him, but was brought here by Zhao Tong as the head of the family, which shows his father's indifference to him.Inexplicably, Lan Weiwei thought of the cold eyes of Zhao Lian's father at the wedding, as if he and Alan had a deep hatred.

No, it doesn't have to be Alan now.

Zhao Lian's whole body was hunched over. If one didn't know his age, he looked almost as old as Zhao Tong.

Lan Weiwei has never been ashamed of such people, and led Zhao Lian into the old house with a cold face.

Walking to the deepest courtyard, Zhao Lian lowered his body even more. Zhao Tong and his party did not say a word on the way. It was Lan Weiwei who had explained earlier that it was enough to lure Alan alone, and there was no need to disturb the former.

With a special location near the small courtyard, a heavy cover was set up, and Ah Piao in the distance smelled a special smell, so he didn't dare to come again.Lan Weiwei was very satisfied, so she took Zhao Lian into the courtyard.

The little doll in his hand could not be seen by others, and he was obedient and did not dare to say more, trying to hide in Lan Weiwei's Taoist robe all the way.She didn't dare to let Xiao Budian go in, she might die if she got in.Although it was already dead, Lan Weiwei still felt a little distressed, so he had to hang on his trouser legs, falling down as he walked, like a burden, but the difference was that it had no weight, so Lan Weiwei didn't care.

"Zhao Lian, it's time for you to tell the truth. How long will you keep it a secret?"

Zhao Lian sat down on the ground suddenly, as if he had no bones, and sighed.Zhao Tong was shocked, and looked at Lan Weiwei: "This, this, what is going on."

Lan Weiwei walked along the entire yard and came to a specific depression. As soon as she stepped on it, the little dot hanging on her leg squeaked. Others could not see his sharp voice, but Lan Weiwei could Hearing that, frowning and kicking away, the little one whimpered and wiped away his tears.

It turned out that the place where Lan Weiwei stepped on was the place where the little one died tragically. The blood had seeped into the ground ten years ago, and the resentment lingered all year round.

Hearing the sudden piercing voice, "Alan" finally drifted over. Seeing Zhao Lian standing in the field, the whole blood-stained long skirt faded away in an instant. Lan Weiwei finally understood that as long as she was in a good mood, she would be considered back to normal look.

But Ah Piao is completely powerless during the day, and Lan Weiwei ignores them all.

"Zhao Tong, I'm afraid you don't know what good deeds your nephew has done." Lan Weiwei said plainly, and Zhao Tong was terrified when he heard it. Could it be that there was something inside that he didn't know, which led to the death of the ancient house? Years of restlessness.

Zhao Lian squatted on the ground, looking even more sluggish, with a hoarse voice: "Uncle, I don't know where to start."

Lan Weiwei let out a snort, feeling really indifferent to this kind of man who is open and upright but secretly irresponsible, so let him have some fun talking.

Zhao Tong blushed with anger: "Where do you start, let's start from ten years ago, you... alas!" After talking about it, Zhao Tong turned his back, and Zhao Tong was really embarrassed, especially since all the clan members in the yard were present.

"Ten years ago, it was not Alan who married me, but Zhao Mei." Zhao Lian hesitated for a long time, but started from the secret buried deepest in his heart.

When Zhao Tong heard the name in his memory, his fingers kept shaking: "You, you bastard, you actually married Zhao Mei. Do you know that Zhao Mei is..." He looked at Lan Weiwei in horror and worry. .

Lan Weiwei turned her head to the side, pretending to be ignorant, these big families of the older generation have too many stories to tell, and she is impatient to listen to them.

Lan Weiwei walked away, and Zhao Tongcai hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Zhao Mei and Alan are like carved out of the same mold, obviously there is no big problem, but you don't know that her fortune telling is not good, how many gentlemen have seen it, It is said that there is evil in her life, you are really, you are really for a woman, where did you put the Zhao family? Back, I was thinking about the younger generation, it’s not good for me, an old man, to care too much, but I once thought, you evil, evil, is it the real Alan, who was also pregnant with your child at the time, you said you, you... .”

Zhao Lian didn't seem to be doing well in the past ten years. He was full of bad luck. Wei wanted to gag.

Thinking about the real Alan's tragic death at home, Zhao Lian shrank his head and nodded cowardly, thinking about it was a bit inappropriate: "I really wanted to marry Alan during the month I went out with Alan, but just a few days before the wedding , Zhao Mei said that she is also pregnant, and Zhao Mei treats me better. Alan is cold all day long. After Alan found out about this, she also agreed with Zhao Mei at that time. The old house of the Zhao family, that's why I married Zhao Mei..."

(End of this chapter)