Mr. Luo?

Wanqi Linmu said: "Boss Hua is a Taoist? Do you know Luo Shen?"

Hua Tingyun didn't bother to smile. If it was a delicate and beautiful flower just now, it is now a frosty ice flower.

He walked to the tea table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly: "I am not a Taoist, and I have never met Luo Sanye, but my grandfather... is a Taoist. I grew up listening to

I grew up reading Mr. Luo’s stories.”

It turns out that Luo Shen is a bedtime story...

But to be honest, Boss Hua’s bedtime story is a bit too scary, right?

Luo Shen said: "Since Boss Hua knows me, if we have anything to say, we can talk directly."

Hua Tingyun made a gesture of invitation.

Luo Shen said: "We heard that you have an ice sculpture in your home, so we wanted to see it."

"Ice sculpture?" Hua Tingyun was slightly surprised, as if thinking about it, her eyes widened slightly.

He always looked lazy and too lazy to open his eyes. When his eyes were widened, it seemed as if there were stars flowing inside.

Hua Tingyun suddenly realized: "Oh, you are talking about that ice sculpture."

He said and stood up: "Sanye Luo is a guest from afar and has paid. As the owner, I naturally want you to take a look."

Wanqi Linmu heard that he did not refuse and stood up.

Hua Tingyun led the way, walking out of the first room on the third floor, heading deeper into the corridor, and soon reached the last room.

The door to the room is locked, with a heavy black iron lock on it.

Luo Shen lowered his head and glanced at the lock. It was an old thing, and it was an old thing with exquisite craftsmanship. With this lock, I'm afraid there is no key to this room, and there are no more than five people who can open the lock.

Hua Hua Hua——

Hua Tingyun took out the key, opened the black iron lock, and pushed the door open with a "squeak".

"Please come in."

call--

A gust of cold air hit his face, causing Wanqi Linmu to shiver slightly.

However, he has recovered his true body, so he is not as afraid of cold and heat as ordinary people.

Luo Shen caught a glimpse of Wanqi Linmu shivering slightly from the corner of his eye. He immediately took off his windbreaker and gently put it on Wanqi Linmu.

Seeing their interaction, Hua Tingyun chuckled and said, "Please come in."

The three people walked into the room. The room was filled with mist and cold air, as if they had entered an ice cellar.

There was a thin layer of frost on the tea table, and the quilt was also covered with air conditioning.

Hua Tingyun walked in and opened the door to the room: "It's right here."

A colder breath hit his face, and at the same time, Wanqi Linmu saw the statue.

He is an old man who looks to be about sixty years old.

The black and white hair is preserved vividly by the ice sculpture, and even the tips of each hair are clearly visible.

His eyes were open, his facial expression was not peaceful, and his mouth was slightly opened, as if he was saying something, but the words could not come out and had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

Luo Shen took a look at the ice sculpture, and there was no doubt that it was from the Bai people.

And they are the corpses of white people.

Luo Shen turned to look at Hua Tingyun. Hua Tingyun was already sitting at the tea table, pouring out a cup of ice-cold tea from a cold cup and drinking tea.

Luo Shen said: "Excuse me, Boss Hua, do you know the origin of this ice sculpture?"

"I know it too well." Hua Tingyun smiled slightly: "Of course I know it, and I know it too well."

Wanqi Linmu was a little strange, why Hua Tingyun was so sure.

Hua Tingyun quickly gave an explanation: "Because this ice sculpture is my grandfather."

grandfather?

Hua Tingyun continued the topic, his tone was quite calm, as if it was an old thing and not worth mentioning: "I stayed by the bedside and witnessed the whole process of grandpa turning into an ice sculpture."

In this way, Hua Tingyun is an insider.

Wanqi Linmu said firmly: "Your grandfather is from the Bai ethnic group?"

Hua Tingyun nodded, as if he was not surprised at all why Luo Shen and Wanqi Linmu knew about Bai Min.

Hua Tingyun made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "You two, do you want to hear my grandfather's story?"

Luo Shen and Wanqi Linmu looked at each other and nodded.

Hua Tingyun did not start the story immediately, but just said: "Please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he left the room, which lasted a long time. Wanqi Linmu poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and couldn't help but hissed: "Bingya."

Luo Shen was a little helpless, so she took the cup over, held it in her palm, and said with an endearing smile: "I'll hold it for you, and you'll be able to drink it in a while."

Wanqi Linmu said: "How long will it take to cover it?"

"Soon," Luo Shen suddenly lowered his voice and said in a hoarse and gentle voice: "It only takes time to melt you, that's enough."

Wanqi Linmu: "..." How could these earthy love words be carved in the same mold as Wu Qi?

Wan Qi Lin Mu immediately said expressionlessly: "It is forbidden to communicate with Wu Qi in the future, I'm afraid you will be assimilated."

Luo Shen: "..."

Squeak——

The door was pushed open again, and Hua Tingyun walked in from the outside.

Only this time he didn't wear a high-slit cheongsam, but put on a costume, as if he was going to sing a song for them.

Hua Tingyun is dressed in a costume, with rolled-up sleeves. The red lotus flower on her forehead is full of emotion. Her voice is like spring water, clear and melodious: "You two, please listen to me and tell me in detail..."

Hua Tingyun’s grandfather was a Taoist scholar.

But Hua Tingyun's grandfather was also an actor, and singing opera was just a way to hide his identity.

Whether it was a local master or an actor, at that time, it was a low-level thing, something that even the porters looked down upon.

So Hua Tingyun’s grandfather was very depressed.

But there is one person who doesn't dislike Hua Tingyun's grandfather's downfall.

They are childhood sweethearts.

In the city where Hua Tingyun lived, there was a daughter of a wealthy family. She was dignified and beautiful, and her suitors almost crossed the threshold, but the young lady could not like anyone.

Only Hua Tingyun’s grandfather fell in love at first sight and was determined to do so.

After trying all possible means, the young lady finally married the actor. Although the family did not like the actor, because they loved their only daughter, they did everything possible to support the actor so that they could live a better life.

During those days, the actor did not have to do the immoral thing of fighting, and he and his wife had a deep love for each other, and lived a carefree life.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful days are fleeting, always like a fleeting moment, unable to catch, unable to keep, trying to think about...

The young lady's family fell into ruin overnight. The business offended the powerful and was soon ruined. Not only was it poor, but it was also heavily in debt.

Wanqi Linmu said indifferently: "So your grandfather dumped the young lady?"

Hua Tingyun rolled up her sleeves, pointed like a lotus, and waved it gently: "How could this be?"

Not only did the actor not dump the young lady, but he also had a deep love for the young lady and was willing to use his own meager efforts to help the young lady repay her debt.

The father-in-law had no place to live, so he took him to live in a shed to provide for his father-in-law until he died. The actor was a completely impeccable and good man.

Although those days were hard, they were still not satisfactory.

Within half a year, my father-in-law died of depression due to depression, which was a huge blow to the young lady. The young lady had a delicate body, and her body had been damaged by living in poverty as an actor for the past two years.

After her father passed away, the young lady lost her last relative, shed tears, and finally contracted a stubborn disease.

The actor loved his young lady so much that he had already lost all his money trying to treat her. In the end, he had no choice but to return to his old career.

Once again, he became a country man who dug his graves into graves.

The actor leaves the young lady at home to recuperate while he goes out to fight to support the family. This can make money much faster than being an actor.

Just after the actor left home, the young lady discovered that she was pregnant. This was the only happy event in these poor days.

The only connection between the two people was letters. During the days when the actor was away, the young lady lived with letters every day.

When the actor returned home for the first time, the lady had already given birth to a healthy son for him.

The childbirth made the young lady even sicker. In order to let the young lady and her son live a happy life, the actor could not be satisfied with the small money. He left the house again and went out to fight, leaving the young lady to raise their newborn son...

The days passed like this, and at first, the actor must come back once a year.

Later, he didn't come back at the end of the year.

Later, when the son was three years old, he only saw his father once.
To be continued...