Uncle Qing held his hands tightly, and Jiao Shuyin frowned in pain, but she did not angrily and shook the other party away, but just comforted her: "I believe, I believe, Uncle Qing, don't be excited, say it slowly."

But Qing Bo's emotions were obviously out of control. He looked at her with a distorted face, his eyes widened like a copper bell, and he said with a little hoarse voice: "You open your eyes and look at it, Ayin, there is a monster! That's a ghost, the ghost is going to kill you, it is going to kill you!"

Qing Bo's tone was so terrifying that the residents of Lingxiao Town who were watching were naturally creepy, looking at each other and wondering what to say.

Jiao Shuyin was still calm alone. Although her arms were about to be broken by Qing Bo's five fingers and her brows were frowning tighter, she was still not angry and said in a nice voice: "I will be careful, Qing Bo, don't worry..."

Before Jiao Shuyin finished speaking, she suddenly felt a shadow fall in front of her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Qing Bo's palm and flipped it skillfully. Qing Bo's hand slid down from her arm. Jiao Shuyin was stunned. She turned her head and saw Yi Ling and Han Lu standing next to her. The person who took the action was Han Lu, who looked beautiful and harmless. He let go of Qing Bo's hand and said seriously: "Grandpa, you have hurt her."

Uncle Qing was stunned for a moment, and his distorted and crazy state slowly faded away. He suddenly covered his face and cried, "Ayin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He murmured several times, then shouted and rushed out of the crowd and ran away quickly. Jiao Shuyin wanted to chase him, but Qing Bo's health was not as good as a person in his sixties or seventies. He disappeared from the corner of the street in just a few strokes. Jiao Shuyin looked at his gradually disappearing back in a daze, feeling like he was out of state without knowing what was going on.

But Jiao Shuyin quickly recovered and apologized to the onlookers of Lingxiao Town, and signaled everyone to disperse themselves. Her etiquette was just right, and everyone gave her face and left without saying anything. Soon, only Jiao Shuyin, Yiling and Han Lu were left in front of the Redwood Inn.

The sun in the sky was already tilting westward, but the sun was still very strong. Yiling was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and trousers and leather gloves on his hands. He looked like a cool young man. Because of his outstanding temperament, he didn't look strange, but he felt a maverick. When Jiao Shuyin came to his senses, Yiling raised his eyebrows and asked, "That was just now..."

He and Han Lu obviously saw the commotion here and came out to help. Jiao Shuyin was grateful, but said in embarrassment: "That is Uncle Qing. He didn't mean it, it should be..." Speaking of this, she seemed to have no suitable reason, so she could only smile at them apologetically.

Before Yiling spoke again, Jiao Shuyuan's voice suddenly came from the steps, with obvious displeasure: "What else can it be? You must be crazy!"

Jiao Shuyin frowned slightly, "Xiaoyuan, don't say that to Uncle Qing."

Jiao Shuyuan appeared at the entrance of the Redwood Inn, wearing a black top and a black short skirt, wearing white shoes on her feet, wearing rare plain clothes, but her face was still decorated with exquisite makeup, which was completely different from the look of disheveled hair when the "earthquake" was in the early morning. She flicked her pointed nails and said disdainfully: "Everyone knows that he is a lunatic. Who else can play with him except sister?" Then she murmured in a low voice: "It's really a nest of snakes and rats, people and people all the way..."

Jiao Shuyuan's voice was very small. Han Lu and Yiling, who were used to fighting, had to take some time to hear it. Jiao Shuyin probably didn't hear it, and his face was as usual: "No matter what, he is an elder, Xiaoyuan, pay attention to your words."

She felt very imposing and stern when she raised her face to scold people. Jiao Shuyuan's face suddenly became ugly. She seemed to be very disgusted with Jiao Shuyin preaching to her, and her whole anger rose, and her eyes sparked and said loudly: "It's all about you. Whatever I like to say, do you think you are my dad or my mom. I tell you, you can't control it!!!"

After scolding loudly, Jiao Shuyuan ran out on the floor. When she passed by Jiao Shuyin, she hit her shoulder suddenly, and then ran away. Jiao Shuyin was staggering by Jiao Shuyuan. Yiling held her casually. Jiao Shuyin said "Thank you", and then called "Xiao Yuan" twice, hoping that she would come back quickly, but Jiao Shuyuan didn't listen at all and ran away quickly. Jiao Shuyin stood there in a daze for a while, then lowered her head, and her long black hair blocked half of her face. No one could see her expression at this time, but she could see a lonely and desolate feeling from her back.

Her appearance was too contagious at this time. Even Han Lu, who was innocent and ignorant of the world, did not speak at this time. She just unconsciously played with the Rubik's Cube that he had not put down in his hand, and did not even notice that he had messed up the three sides he had made.

After half a minute, Jiao Shuyin seemed to have adjusted her emotions. When she raised her head, she did not see any abnormal expression on her face. Jiao Shuyin smiled reluctantly at Yi Ling and Han Lu, "Sorry, I'll make you laugh."

"Nothing," Yi Ling shook his head, just looked thoughtfully in the direction where Jiao Shuyuan left, then looked at Jiao Shuyin and asked tentatively: "Do we need to help you find your sister?" Jiao's mother just passed away and there were many things to be busy with. It shouldn't be good for Jiao Shuyuan to run away like this, right?

But Jiao Shuyin shook her head and refused, "Thank you, but let Xiaoyuan be alone. My mother has passed away, she must be very sad..." Speaking of this, her voice slowly weakened, and there was a sense of sadness in her eyes, "After all, my mother loves her so much..."

This topic is not easy to follow, Yi Ling can only say: "Sincere and follow the changes." Although this sentence is so pale that it is powerless, who can really be sad if you lose your relatives?

Jiao Shuyin didn't say anything, but asked them to walk in and not stand outside and bask in the sun. The three of them went into the first floor lobby of the Redwood Inn and found a seat to sit down.

If it was the past, at this time, people had sat down to have afternoon tea and chat about the mountains. However, at this time, the tourists who were staying at the accommodation were basically invited to other hotels. Because there was a white cloth hanging in front of the gate, no one else passed by to sit in. Therefore, the first floor, which was usually crowded, became extremely empty. There was no sound of chefs fiddling with dinner in the kitchen in the past. They were so quiet that they could continue to hear the echoes of their steps. The three of them sat on the first floor, looking very lonely.

Jiao Shuyin brewed a pot of tea and gave them some refreshments, one of which was pudding. She was originally ready to give it to Han Lu this morning to make him happy, but she didn't expect that so many things have happened from the early morning to now...

Jiao Shuyin said: "Your colleagues have all gone up the mountain. I'll make another copy for them when I look back."

Han Lu shook her head and said well-behavedly: "No need, you can do it first."

Jiao Shuyin touched his head, poured a layer of fresh honey on the pudding, and said with a smile: "Eat."

Han Lu stared at the pudding that made the cat's head, and her eyes were radiating, "Thank you Sister Shuyin~"

Yiling found it funny. Han Lu was indeed a child. When she saw the sweets, her eyes were glowing.

Jiao Shuyin smiled again, and then went to the counter to clean up the things that the passengers had messed up when checking out this morning. When they were sorting out, a notebook fell to the ground. However, Jiao Shuyin, who was busy collecting things, did not notice it. Yiling wanted to go over and help her pick it up. However, when he got closer, he saw that the notebook fell to the ground and the inner page was opened, revealing a page full of white paper in English.

i/deal/with/dysfunctional/families/on/a/daily/basis,and/trust/me,everyone/has/a/story,and/none/of/you/are/that/sopecial.

Translated: I can see such a discordant family every day. Believe me, every family has difficult sutras, and no one is special.

This is obviously Jiao Shuyin's handwriting. Yiling has seen her writing, but the handwriting on it is already very old and the font is a little immature. It was probably copied when he was young. He didn't know what kind of mood Jiao Shuyin wrote such words. Is it only by comforting himself in this way that he can calmly accept the misfortune of this family?

After Jiao Shuyin put away the last thing, she saw Yi Ling squatting on the ground and staring at the notebook that she wanted to pick up. She was stunned for a moment. Yi Ling had already picked up the notebook and stood up and handed it to her. Jiao Shuyin didn't mind, but just said, "I'm laughing."

Yiling's eyes were a little complicated and said, "Jiao Shuyin, will you take over the Redwood Inn in the future?"

Jiao Shuyin's eyes were confused, "I don't know..." Then she smiled again, smiling bitterly, "I never imagined that I would stay in the inn and spend the rest of my life."

Yiling suddenly had the urge to read her thinking, because her eyes were too complicated at this time, so complicated that Yiling, who was known as the first person to read the mind, couldn't even understand what kind of emotion it was. This was very novel, for him.

So Yiling asked, "What kind of life do you want to live?"

Jiao Shuyin was silent for a long time, "Are you interested in listening to me telling me my story?"

Yiling nodded, "The honor is over."
Chapter completed!