Chapter 1151 Qin Ruan’s Persistence, the Scene of the Tragedy More than Thirty Years Ago

Qin Ruan calmed down a little and smiled at Chen Sixing: "It's okay, I just smell a familiar floral scent."

Chen Sixing heard this and asked about the varieties of flowers in her mother's greenhouse.

Qin Ruan responded from time to time.

What she didn't say was that when the greenhouse was opened, a strong sinister smell spread out along with the fragrance of flowers.

The aura of coldness and death was accompanied by a strong sense of malice.

Not long after, Chen Jingyi walked out of the greenhouse. With a tired look on his face, he said to Chen Sixing, "I'm going to prepare the ingredients for your mother's dessert after dinner. You watch her order it. Don't let anything happen again."

Chen Sixing nodded and said he understood, watching his old father leave with a look of envy on his face.

Qin Ruan raised his eyebrows: "Dessert after dinner?"

Chen Sixing explained with a chuckle: "My mother likes desserts very much. They have been married for so many years, and my father has always maintained the habit of making desserts for her at night.

Over the years, unless there was an unavoidable reason for us to be apart, my dad would almost never be lazy for a day. He would make some exquisite desserts for her every night, and even I didn’t have a chance to taste them. "

When Qin Ruan heard this, the smile on his face gradually deepened: "It's really enviable to have such a mutual affection."

Chen Sixing's chin was slightly raised, and his face showed a sense of pride: "Don't call it an outsider, even my daughter is envious."

She really envied her parents' relationship. They had been in love with each other for most of their lives and rarely blushed and argued over some things.

It is precisely because her parents have such a rare mutual affection that she has been so picky about relationships for so many years.

Chen Sixing looked at his father's busy figure in the restaurant, stood up and said to Qin Ruan: "Miss Qin, please come with me."

She has not forgotten Qin Ruan's previous words about wanting to see her mother.

She still didn't completely trust the young girl in front of her, but she still retained a trace of hope in her heart.

Just in case, just in case the other party can put her mother out of pain, everything will be happy.

In the flower room, Ni Peipei was sitting on a wicker chair, staring at the potted plants on the flower stand in front of her, without any emotion in her eyes.

When she heard the sound of the flower room door being pushed open, she still remained sitting motionless.

Qin Ruan looked at the other party's profile and felt something was wrong. It was not because of the strong sinister atmosphere in the room, but because the old lady who came into view gave her a feeling that something was not right.

However, Chen Sixing was accustomed to this and took the initiative to explain to Qin Ruan: "My mother likes to be quiet. She likes to be alone in a room filled with the scent of flowers. She said that this is also the time when she is most relaxed, but she always looks at him with a tigerish face. He looks very serious, and we have become accustomed to it over the years."

Qin Ruan said nothing and followed Chen Sixing towards Ni Peipei.

As she got closer, she finally realized something was wrong with the old lady.

The amiable aura on her body disappeared, the corners of her lips were depressed, her eyes that should have been bright and warm were deep, and her temperament was still indifferent and vicissitudes of life, but it just made people feel depressed.

Chen Si walked to Ni Peipei and squatted in front of the wicker chair: "Mom, I brought Miss Qin here. She said she can solve your problem. Can you guys talk?"

After hearing her daughter's words, Ni Peipei's lowered lips curved up, and the back of her somewhat wrinkled hand was covered with veins, and she gently patted the back of Chen Sixing's hand.

Her voice was soft and soft, with a hint of a smile: "Mom knows what's going on, so go out."

Chen Sixing said uneasily, "I'll be guarding the door. If you have time, call me."

Ni Peipei nodded and looked at her daughter in front of her gently.

Before Chen Sixing left, he moved a stool and placed it next to his old mother, and carefully warned Qin Ruan: "My mother is getting older, and she has been dreaming and not in good spirits during this period. It's best to keep the story short. My father will finish preparing the ingredients." come over."

Qin Ruan said: "Don't worry, I won't be able to stay here for long."

She still has two little cubs at home who keep asking her every night how long it will take for her sister to be born. It will be dark in a while. Even if she wants to stay longer, the third master will send someone to pick her up if he knows where she is. .

Chen Sixing left the greenhouse, and Qin Ruan sat beside Ni Peipei consciously.

She followed the other person's gaze and looked at the pot of purple mandala flowers on the flower stand.

This is a pot of mutated purple mandala flowers. The flowers are large and beautiful. The whole flower hangs down and looks like a trumpet. It is very graceful.

It's a pity that the color of the flower is charming and strange, exuding a strong evil spirit.

The source of the strong cold evil energy in the flower room is this mutated purple mandala flower.

In front of the old lady, Qin Ruan's outstretched hand stopped in the void half a meter away from the flowerpot.

Her slender and beautiful fingers gently picked it up, and the sinister aura inside and outside the flower pot was slowly absorbed into her body.

Ni Peipei seemed not to have seen this strange scene. She folded her hands on her abdomen, pressed her thin body against the back of the wicker chair, and rocked the chair leisurely.

After Qin Ruan stopped, she slowly spoke: "This pot of mandala was given to me by Jingyi. He moved to the greenhouse about a month ago. He always has the same interests as me and likes to eat sweets. , likes flowers and plants, also likes quietness, and is patient with children.”

Qin Ruan answered: "It is a blessing in life to have such a partner."

These words pleased Ni Peipei, and she finally looked sideways at the girl beside her.

"You are a good boy. You are still young and don't understand things between adults. Go home early."

Qin Ruan shook his head gently: "The people I know almost lost their lives here today."

She was talking about Song Banxian.

If it had been a moment later, Song Banxian and the others would have really died.

The gentle smile on Ni Peipei's face disappeared. She saw Qin Ruan's attitude and stopped shaking the wicker chair. A sigh sounded in the greenhouse.

She stared straight at the purple mandala flower in front of her that had lost its sinister aura and showed signs of withering. She spoke in a very soft voice: "My child, let me tell you a story that is difficult to reconcile."

Qin Ruan said without being arrogant or impetuous: "It's an honor for this junior."

Ni Peipei's eyes were as calm and deep as a pool of water, serene and calm.

She seemed to be returning to the scene of the tragedy more than thirty years ago through the potted plants in front of her.

Forty years ago, Qingshi was in the early stages of opening up, and everything was exuding energy that was ready to go.

At that time, there were no high-rise buildings in Qingshi. Except for buses, the old streets were filled with young and middle-aged people riding bicycles to work, like a mighty steel army.

Ni Peipei is the daughter of a wealthy local businessman with mud-legged background. Her father was a newly minted businessman and reaped the dividends.

Forty years ago, she was admitted to Qingshi No. 1 Middle School, becoming the only highly educated and promising person in her family.

That year, when she stepped into the gate of No. 1 Middle School, she saw a boy standing at the gate. He was wearing light blue washed white trousers and dark white short-sleeved shirts.

The other party looks delicate and good-looking, clean and straight.

Ni Peipei, who wore foreign brands in that era, could tell at a glance that the boy's family conditions were not good, but he was too dazzling, and the sunny smile on his face attracted her so much.