Chapter 115:

Fangalo put his hands on those two terrible eyes, wrapped them firmly with a magnetic field, and then squatted down and stared at Liang Liang, who was covered with nosebleed in front of his shirt, seriously asked: "So, now you can let me put Have they taken away? "
Yes, you can quickly take this thing away! Lao Liang's heart was crying wildly, but his mouth was only open, and he was speechless. Because he does have his pains, he represents not only the Cultural Relics Bureau, but also the country. Anything excavated from this palace, even if it is a piece of waste paper, as long as it has a long enough history, it must be properly Saved here, no one has the right to send out the things in the palace.
Lao Lu grumbled with his face: "Teacher Brahma, we can't actually be the master. There are rules on it. If we agree without permission, we will break the law ..."
His words were interrupted by Song Rui who was slowly approaching: "There is a call for you to answer."
Lao Liang and Lu Lao both looked at the elegant man, but the other's eyes were wrapped around their fingertips covered with nosebleeds. His stretched eyebrow had been tightened slowly at this time, as if he was holding something secretly, and as if he was struggling with something, but it seemed very painful. You know, he can maintain a calm and calm posture even under the gaze of ghost eyes, and why did he ever show a sad expression in front of outsiders. What made him unable to hide his true emotions?
The voice of "Hi Hei He" was heard on the mobile phone, which made him look even worse, but when he looked down at the handsome young man who also looked up at him with doubts, he sighed slightly again, and then from his pocket Take out a pack of sterile tissues and wrap the phone layer by layer.
"Receive the phone, don't peel the tissue off." Song Rui's voice was suppressed, and her fingertips kept moving upwards, and finally only pinched the two corners of the phone.
Mr. Liang and Mr. Lu finally received his obvious disapproval, and quickly rubbed the nosebleed of his fingertips on his clothes, and then took the phone carefully. In fact, Song Rui's cleanliness is not aimed at things, only at people. He hates all physical contact, especially the exchange of body fluids, which makes him vomiting sickly.
But this kind of cleanliness never healed in front of the youth. His defense and attack system automatically spontaneously went to sleep when he reached the youth, even if the other party can easily spy on the most terrible and darkest hidden inside Desire.
Old Lao's fingers left several red marks on the sterilized paper towel. Song Rui forced himself to look away with only one glance. With the youth present, his attention can always be easily transferred to the other party, and he then forgets all his anger and discomfort.
The young man was also looking up at him, his eyes full of doubts, and if he looked carefully he could find a little bit of shining expectation. He seemed to realize the intention of the phone call.
Song Rui's tight skin immediately loosened, and a wide smile opened his mouth: "Relax, you can take them away."
Van Gogh's eyes were indeed brighter than before, but this subtle moment directly brought Song Rui's mood into another level, a level without hustle and bustle, and a level where he could hear the singing voice and see the light.
Song Rui chuckled again, and then rubbed the man's hairy head. The young man squatted in front of him, raised his head, revealed a pretty face, blinked his bright eyes, simple and harmless, clear and transparent like a child. Everyone thought he was mysterious, but Song Rui only thought he was cute.
Fangallo avoided the hands that Dr. Song hadn't played, and looked at Liang Lao who was answering the phone. The other party was nodding again and again, and he gave the phone to Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu also promised a few words, saying carefully: "Okay, we understand, we will leave the things to Mr. Fan for safekeeping."
The phone hung up quickly, and the two old men were preparing to return the phone with fingerprints to Song Rui, but they were categorically rejected by the other party: "You throw it away."
The rigid smile was completely solidified on Erlao's face. Isn't it too disrespectful to speak like this? Young man, if we are 30 years younger, you will be beaten!
Van Gaal sighed softly, then took over the layered cell phones, peeled off the outermost layer of blood-stained sterilized tissues, and discarded them in a plastic bag dedicated to garbage; the penultimate layer was used. Wipe your hands carefully with paper towels; after wiping and wiping this very expensive mobile phone with the penultimate and innermost tissues.
The two eyes that he had taken seriously before were placed on the ground by him at random. At this time, he was turning round and round, looking at his serious side face for a while, and looking at Song Rui for a while, his eyes were very coveted. It's a pity that neither of them can get them, so they can only turn their white eyes to the ceiling, align their dark pupils against the ground, and close themselves.
Seeing this scene, the originally stiff and condensed atmosphere inside the temple miraculously calmed down, and the horror and coercion exuded by the ghost eyes were completely dissipated, which was a bit ridiculous. While everyone was still hesitating whether to laugh, Song Rui squatted beside Van Gogh and chuckled. He supported Yi and looked at him seriously, his voice soft: "Okay, clean enough."
Van Gogh just glanced at him, wiping it more and more carefully, and the corners and corners were never let go. He didn't return it until his cell phone glowed with dazzling brilliance, with a serious tone like he was telling a disobedient child: "Waste is not a good habit."
"Got it, please follow the teachings of Teacher Fan." Song Rui took the phone back without any problems, as if the person who had disgusted him before was not him.
Mr. Liang and Mr. Lu finally smiled a little and waved their hands: "Teacher Fan, please take this thing away. We can't save them."
"Thank you, I will keep it properly. Is there any other lens I want to shoot? If not, I will take the child home. It's too late, and he will go to school tomorrow." Van Galo picked up two eyeballs and randomly asked Into the pocket. The ghost-eye curse-killing incident ended in his understatement.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! Walk around, go home!" Song Nuan wiped the blood from his nose and greeted everyone loudly. When everyone looked down, they found that they were so embarrassed, but they felt a bit desolate and sad in the fear of palpitation. The hatred of Lu Qiu's like a tide hitting their heart wall, making them unable to release their hearts for a long time.
"I'll say, Lu Qiu's body was rotted by a mouse bite. With her own strength, how could she climb from the cold palace to Cuiping Mountain? She was hanged quietly on the mountain, and how did her curse spread? There must be someone assisting her inside! "Everyone talked while walking.
"Who is that man? It looks like an and has a high status."
Mr. Liang solved the doubts for everyone: "That person should have been Sun Chang, the Zhongchang waiter who had been in control of the dynasty for 37 years since Min Emperor. He is said to be nine thousand years old. After Emperor Min's death, he elected the son of Xiaomin ascended the throne That is the shortest three-day emperor Xuandi in history. After Xuandi died, he supported the Emperor Mindi's younger brother Huidi ascended the throne. Huidi once said to others: 'Sun Chang served me like a father and mother.' To what extent did he have influence on the emperor. As many as four emperors were supported by him, and all of them obediently obeyed him, so he was also called the emperor by the times. He and Luqiu were not recorded in the historical data. The origin of Shi, but from the illusion just now, he and Lu Qiu must have a close relationship. "
Song Wenwen sighed: "It's not just that the relationship is not shallow, it must be the ultimate love, otherwise he can be cholera for more than thirty years?"
Elder Lu has other conjectures: "Love may be a little, but more is power and desire. Even if it is an eunuch, his essence is also a man, and men are interested in power."
"That's not necessarily, there are men who are not interested in power. Like you, like my brother, everyone's pursuit is different ..."
Everyone walked and discussed, and soon left this ruined palace. A large number of security personnel and archaeologists were quickly arriving to take strict care of the palace gates. Regardless of whether the curse is still present or not, this imperial city abandoned for thousands of years will be subject to the most careful search and excavation.
Before Fangallo approached the nanny car, Xu Yiyang jumped out of it and ran to him, holding his waist tightly. Seemingly aware of what was in the big brother's pocket, he tipped his toes to peek and then frightened back and forth.
No one seems to be immune to the power of ghost eyes, except Dr. Song.
"You just rubbed my head." Van Goghro turned to look at the beautiful man who followed him step by step.
"Can't it?" Song Rui asked with a smile.
"It's not impossible, but it feels a bit weird. I usually rubbed him like this." Van Gogh pointed at Xu Yiyang and wrinkled his eyebrows: "You make me feel like a child."
"You weren't big." Song Rui was very certain about this.
Van Garom stared at him silently, and after a while he said slowly, "Dr. Song, today you made me look at each other and destroy your own things, didn't you do it again?"
Song Rui asked: "Are you worried about me?"
"Of course, if Dr. Song is lost in the world, it will certainly lose the most unique touch of color." Van Galo nodded and said sincerely.
Song Rui's mouth was rising uncontrollably. The young man is not a romantic person by nature, so he may not know how touching he is at this time. But it does n’t matter, Song Rui will let him know, "Did I do something to destroy myself, do n’t you want to feel it?" He stretched out an arm, trapping the youth between the nanny car and his chest, and then one by one Point close.
Van Gaal did not evade this sudden approach, and even when Song Rui's lips were about to touch his lips, there was no slight dodge. He wondered what the man was doing ...
Song Rui stopped when he was only a few inches away from the youth. He looked deeply into the star-studded eyes of the other person, and then put his warm forehead on the other person's cool forehead, and then closed his eyes and put those strange things inside All emotions are transmitted.
Xu Yiyang raised his head and looked at the two adults with their heads together ignorantly, secretly whispering: This is so strange!
However, the two people who were immersed in the true emotional communication did not realize how strange this touch was. They both closed their eyes and smiled, no one spoke, but they seemed to understand each other. For a moment, Van Gogh even couldn't help but hugged Dr. Song's head, trying to make himself feel more clearly.
"Although it is faint, but I seem to hear the sound of the seeds sprouting, what is that?" He opened his eyes and stared at the man in front of him with shiny eyes, completely concealing his inner curiosity.
Before putting his head on his head, Song Rui didn't know what the youth would hear, so he raised his eyebrows and showed a surprised expression. What will it be when the seeds have sprouted? He waved his hand while thinking, only to say a goodbye with a smile, and left, leaving Truvangaro standing in confusion.
He Jinglian, who was covered in ointment, leaned out of the other nanny car and murmured: "I just heard the hymn just from Dr. Song's direction. Do you know the hymn? People are in the church The song sung here is ethereal and sweet, and praises the gods. "
"Come on, Dr. Song won't sing any hymns. He smells of sulfur and blood all over his body. That's the smell that only comes out of hell. He is not a good person at all." Ahuo didn't believe it at all. At the end of the girl's words, the driver was urged: "Brother, can we leave first, Xiaolian has to rush to the hospital for treatment."
The driver agreed to come down at once, and then drove away slowly, but He Jinglian still stretched out his long neck, looking at the confused young man. His eyebrows were tightly screwed up, and there seemed to be something unthinkable. His back appeared very thin under the illumination of a dim street lamp.
"Mr. Fan looks pitiful." He Jinglian sighed.
"Vangallo is pitiful? He is so tricky, who can make him pitiful?" Ahuo finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and stretched his head out. Seeing Vangallo standing in front of the babysitter with a stunned expression, he seemed to be in trouble. The solved puzzle is stuck.
But Ahuo's attention was quickly attracted to He Mu who hurried out of the palace. She rushed into the babysitter's car and shouted, "Master, wait a minute, I haven't gotten in the car yet! My daughter is in your car, wait for me! I'll take her to the hospital for treatment!"
The driver knew He Mu and slowed down subconsciously.
A Huo seemed to have something to say, but he cared about the feelings of the girls around him, and finally swallowed his full stomach.
He Jinglian tugged at his clothes corner and whispered: "If you have anything, just tell me straight, I won't be angry. If you don't say it, can't I feel it?"
Ah Huo said, "You are all hurt like this. Your mother left you aside and ran to Song Dao to talk about compensation. I heard her asking for medical and mental damage from Song Dao." , A mouth is two million, Song Dao said that compensation will definitely be compensated, but two million is too much, can be discussed. She said that she took a picture of you, to post your injury on the Internet, let Everyone look at the merciless face of the show crew. Do you say she is your mother? How can she show your most embarrassed appearance to everyone? You are so hurt, I can't bear to leave you in one step , But she can completely leave you aside, even without medicine for you ... "
Ah Huo is not good at Zang Neng, especially the other party is He Jinglian ’s mother, so she shut her mouth in a haggle after only half of the words.
He Jinglian squeezed his hand, turned his head outside the car, and looked at the middle-aged woman who was running fast. She wore luxurious dresses, carrying expensive bags, and exquisite makeup, and dressed herself as an upper class as much as possible. She let her daughter toss in the painful feelings of different people, earn a lot of money in this cruel way for her daughter, and then do her best to support her husband and son and let them live a rich life.
Others are hell, this sentence is not only a proverb for He Jinglian, but also an inescapable reality. She wandered on the verge of pain and collapse every day, but she persisted. She watered the family with her own blood, just because she could feel the love from her parents.
But now, with Ahuo's warm hands and the ever-increasing passion, she finally understands how pale and thin that love is.
She leaned toward the front seat and said firmly: "Master, drive, no need to wait for her."