Scroll of Seven Sorrows

"Sister, you go to the tailor shop to choose a wedding dress this afternoon, can you take me there?" Xia Jingzhou picked Xia Jinghe's dressing table and blinked.

Xia Jinghe was facing the mirror and applying a Max Factor pink lipstick, and saw her younger brother lying beside her, with a pair of phoenix eyes full of smiles, her red lips parted slightly, and said: "Okay, but you have to listen to me and Xiao Lang, Don't run around."

Xia Jingzhou agreed wholeheartedly, and then ran back to her room contentedly.The moment the room was closed, the noisy children who were innocent and noisy just now suddenly quieted down, leaving only a smile on their faces.Xia Jingzhou muttered something, then closed her eyes in relaxation, and sat on the edge of the bed talking to herself.

This child is of course Xie Bi'an, at the moment he is discussing countermeasures with Fan Wujiu through thousands of miles of sound transmission.At this time, Xia Jinghe and Xiao Lang's wedding was less than a month away, and the day when Xiao Lang had an accident was getting closer, but they didn't know when the accident happened, so they could only keep an eye on it.

Fan Wujiu's current identity is Meng Xuan's elder brother, Second Prince Meng, who works in the Ministry of Education. In order to keep an eye on Xiao Lang's movements, he has decided to pretend to be sick and ask for leave from tomorrow, and follow Xiao Lang in disguise.

"Baye, is the Ministry of Education fun?" Xie Bi'an's two short legs were dangling beside the bed, and the noon sun came in from the window facing the bed, just in time to shine on his face, covering his face The fine fluff on the head is clearly illuminated.

Fan Wujiu just had lunch in the office, and now he is enjoying a leisurely lunch break, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee: "I'd rather trade with you, every day besides meetings, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the office is really boring. "

"Treasure the present moment. From tomorrow onwards, you will have to follow Xiao Lang closely. Maybe it will not be as good as it is now. It will be too late for you to regret it." Xie Bi'an mocked.

Fan Wujiu imagined that for half a month from tomorrow, he would follow Xiao Lang's side day and night like a perverted stalker, and his hairs stood on end.

"Xiao Zhou, are you still taking a nap?" The door of Xie Bi'an's room was knocked, and the person who came was Xiao Lang who they were talking about.

"Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, Xiao Lang is here, probably calling me to choose a wedding dress for Xia Jinghe together, let's not talk about it." Xie Bi'an quickly explained a few words to Fan Wujiu, and then grabbed his hair in a mess , kicked the quilt into a ball again, and then ran to open the door for Xiao Lang.

"Brother Xiao Lang, what's the matter? I just woke up." Xie Bi'an returned to his innocent appearance before closing the door, blinking his big watery eyes and said childishly to Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang always liked children, seeing Xie Bi'an's indescribable cuteness with his chicken nest head on his head, he smiled and said: "Your sister asked me to wake you up, and I made an appointment at [-] o'clock in the afternoon to order a wedding dress, and I asked to bring you The maid is here to help you freshen up, don't be too late."

"What will happen if it's late?" Xie Bi'an tilted his head, staring at Xiao Lang and asked.

Xiao Lang looked at Xie Bi'an, scratched the top of his head with his hands, and laughed out loud: "It's nothing, if it's late, it's late, if it's late, go as usual."

Sure enough, Xiao Lang and Meng Xuan are two completely different people. If it were Meng Xuan, he would probably say that you don't want to go when it's too late.If Xiao Lang can live a good life, he will be a good father, Xie Bi'an thought.

After Xie Bi'an finished washing, he was led downstairs by Xiao Lang, the car that sent them out had already parked in the garden, Xia Jinghe was leaning on the car with a parasol, chatting and laughing with Mrs. Xia.Seeing "mother" and "sister", Yingdi Xie broke free from Xiao Lang's hand and ran towards them.

Mrs. Xia knelt down and hugged Xie Bi'an in her arms, took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat from running just now.Xie Bi'an's parents died young, and his impression of his parents has always been very vague.Seeing that Mrs. Xia loved Xia Jingzhou so much, she was inexplicably moved.

The tailor shop that Xia Jinghe ordered was on the commercial street beside the Huangpu River, and it was a newly opened shop.The boss is a young designer who has just returned from studying in the UK. He has received some Western education and has many novel and bold ideas.

As soon as he saw Xia Jinghe, the boss couldn't stop admiring her beauty. He took out several newly made dresses for her to try on, and even proposed the idea of ​​hiring her as a model in the store.The current Ms. Xia has never stepped into the social circle, let alone a well-known socialite, she was a little flattered by the sudden compliment from a stranger, she just blushed and shook her head repeatedly, rejecting the boss's request.

While Xia Jinghe was trying on all kinds of dresses, Mrs. Xia was not idle. She was busy helping her daughter choose a dress for the wedding, but after choosing for a long time, she still couldn't decide which one she wanted. In the end, it was Miss Xia who finished trying on the clothes. I personally made the decision and chose a white wedding dress and a dark cheongsam.

The Xia family is a well-known family. Miss Xia's wedding was in the most popular way in the early years of the Republic of China. It was divided into two events.In the morning, a banquet is held at the Dahua Hotel to hold the most modern Western-style wedding ceremony. In the afternoon, a banquet is held at home. The bride and groom are married, and only the closest relatives and friends are invited to attend.

The boss helped Miss Xia measure the size, and Miss Xia talked about her own ideas in the design of the dress before placing a deposit and preparing to leave.

"Brother Xiao Lang, why don't you choose clothes like your sister?" Xie Bi'an asked as soon as he walked out of the tailor shop.

"It's not that I don't have a suit and a mandarin jacket. Wouldn't it be nice to save some money and buy things for you and your sister?" Xiao Lang has always been rough and used to it. Although he is the young master of a big family, he has been in the army all year round and never I don't like to dress myself up, and I only need comfortable clothes on weekdays.From Xiao Lang's answer, it can be seen that he really likes Xia Jinghe. After all, Xia Jinghe is his first love. For men, first love always has an extraordinary meaning.

After ordering the dresses, the sun had already set in the west, and the few people did not continue to stay outside, and went directly back to the Xia mansion by car.After eating dinner, it meant that Xia Jinghe's day was basically over. At that time, Xia Jinghe didn't know that for her a few years later, the first day of the lantern would mean the beginning of a new day.

When Xie Bi'an opened his eyes the next day, he received a message from Fan Wujiu.

"Qiye finally woke up." Fan Wujiu was wearing a pair of black round sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat on his head, and a plain tunic suit, mingling with the crowd behind Xiao Lang.

Xie Bi'an yawned and said, "Are you already following Xiao Lang?"

"I followed, but Seventh Master, I don't understand one thing." Fan Wujiu considered for a while, and after confirming that the question he was going to ask next was neither mentally retarded nor boring, he continued, "Qiye, You asked me to follow Xiao Lang. But Xia Jingzhou said that Xiao Lang died in a car accident. If he really got into a car accident, even if I was in the car at the time, I might not be able to protect him."

Xie Bi'an slapped his head, thinking, he was careless, his body turned into a child, why did his mind also change back?He explained: "You may not believe me when I say it, but I forgot that our magic power was sealed by the Bodhisattva, and I was thinking about letting you wave your finger to blow away the car that hit him."

Just as Fan Wujiu wanted to laugh at Qi Ye, he saw a car heading straight towards Xiao Lang.And Xiao Lang was buying newspapers from a newsboy on the street, and didn't notice a car coming.

"Be careful—" Fan Wujiu yelled while pounced towards Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang hadn't realized what happened, he had already collapsed with Fan Wujiu on the curb beside the street.

"Thank you so much just now." Xiao Lang said, "Hey, Second Brother Meng, aren't you sick? Why are you here?"

Fan Wujiu remembered that the Xiao and Meng families were family friends, and Xiao Lang naturally knew Meng Er, so he didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he just said: "The car just now was obviously aimed at you, it's not here. Safe, there is a bank over there, why don't we go in first and talk slowly?"

Almost hit by a car, Xiao Lang also felt frightened, so he agreed to Fan Wujiu.

Walking side by side with Xiao Lang, Fan Wujiu secretly contacted Xie Bi'an.

"Call Qi Ye, call Qi Ye."

"Qi Ye received it, Qi Ye received it. Ha ha ha ha, Ba Ye, are you sick again?" Xie Bi'an was practicing the violin under the guidance of his tutor, but he couldn't help laughing at Ba Ye despite his busy schedule.

"Qiye, I exposed. Just now a car hit Xiao Lang, I ran to save him, forgetting that he knew Meng Er." Fan Wujiu felt aggrieved.

Xie Bi'an comforted: "It's okay, if you expose it, you will expose it."

"The car was driving well on the street just now, but it suddenly drove straight towards Xiao Lang. I suspect that Xiao Lang's death was not an accident at all, but someone did it on purpose." Fan Wujiu said, "But Now I don't know how to explain to Xiao Lang why I followed him."

"Silly Baba, you can make up a reason. In this way, you tell him that you suspect that someone wants to assassinate him, but there is no evidence, so you secretly want to protect him."

"But can Xiao Lang believe it? If he asks me why I want to protect him, what should I say?"

"No, he won't ask you, but he will be very moved. I have been with him these days, and I feel that he is a simple-minded person. For such a person, as long as you can give him an explanation, he will accept it. As for whether the explanation is reasonable or not, it doesn't matter to him, because he will automatically make up a reasonable reason. For example, if you tell him that you want to protect him, he will automatically make up that you are selling the Xiao family. Humanity will secretly protect him."

"But what if you guessed wrong?" Ba Ye didn't quite believe Qi Ye's words.

Qi Ye had an indifferent attitude on his face: "If you guess wrong, guess wrong. At worst, you kidnap him and send him back until the wedding day. But in this way, he will definitely feel that Meng Er has been secretly in love with him for many years. In order to keep him By my side, I did not hesitate to kidnap him."

"That's not good. Forget it, I'll try my best to lie to him."

Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an communicated with their spiritual senses along the way, but in Xiao Lang's eyes, Meng Er was too serious today: "Er Brother Meng, are you worried today? Why didn't you even say a word along the way."

Fan Wujiu didn't know how to deal with him, so he could only smile awkwardly.

When they arrived at the bank lobby, the two walked to the VIP room on the second floor with ease. Xiao Lang also ordered the staff to make two cups of American coffee, as if they were in their own backyard.

When the coffee arrived, Xiao Lang raised Erlang's legs and asked Fan Wujiu: "Second Brother, please speak directly."

"A few days ago, I received an anonymous letter saying that someone was going to assassinate the two of us. I am a scholar and I have no power to restrain a chicken. If what is written in the letter is true, I can only be slaughtered by others, so I pretended to be sick. I asked for leave, and I planned to disguise myself today to ask if you knew about it, but I bumped into the scene just on the way, which made me believe what the anonymous letter said." In desperation, Fan Wujiu suddenly felt lucky and came up with the idea A more reasonable set of rhetoric.

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Small and transparent writing, it really needs to be more Buddhist