Yan Qiu sat in the room with his overcoat in his arms and thought about it for a long time. He felt that the most likely situation was that he took off the beads during the day and stuffed them into his pockets, but accidentally dropped them.

There was thick snow on the ground, so he didn't hear any sound.

Although Yan Qiu was very anxious after losing the Buddhist beads, it was already dark outside at this time, so it was obviously not a good time to look for them, so he had to give up temporarily and wait until tomorrow.

The night was still long, and to pass the time, Yan Qiu took a piece of pear wood from the suitcase, planning to carve something for a while to calm himself down.

While engraving, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have broadcast live these days, so he hesitated for a moment and turned on the live broadcast.

His live broadcast room was as lively as ever, and a lot of people flooded in as soon as the broadcast started.

"Destroy the earth: what day is it today? Brother, you finally started broadcasting."

"What's wrong with the nymphomaniac: I didn't come in vain today, I knew you would drive, well, actually I don't know, I'm squatting here every day."

"Orange Orange Big Orange: Sister, don't you go to school?"

"Spicy Ji Zai: Brother, so you still remember the live broadcast room by Daming Lake."

...

Yan Qiu watched the live broadcast for a while, dazzled by the barrage in front of his eyes, but he still didn't see Mr. L.

In fact, Yan Qiu wasn't sure if he would come, nor did he know what that gentleman wanted to do?

After giving him a reward last time, he seemed to have disappeared from the world, and he never appeared in his live broadcast room again.

He also didn't reply to the private message sent by Yan Qiu.

If it wasn't for the money in the backstage, Yan Qiu thought he was just dreaming.

But the large amount of money reminded him all the time that all this had indeed happened.

but why?

Does anyone really spend that much money just to post a word?

"The prayer beads on the wrist are very nice."

Thinking of this, Yan Qiu subconsciously rubbed his wrist, but it was empty.

Only then did Yan Qiu realize that he had lost his Buddhist beads.

Some viewers of the live broadcast also discovered this problem and brought it up in the barrage.

But it was soon overwhelmed by other news.

Yan Qiu watched the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increase, and did not hurt the spring or autumn any more. He lowered his head and silently carved as usual.

Meanwhile, Hilltop Villa.

Li Zhi sat alone in the study, looking at the scenery outside the window through the entire floor-to-ceiling windows.

This is the best room in the hilltop villa, overlooking the panoramic view of the entire mountain.

At this time, the night was deep, and most of the scenery on the mountain had been swallowed into the night, only the stars in the sky and the wooden villas on the mountainside still emitted sporadic light sources.

Li Zhi withdrew his gaze and looked down at the flat screen on the table.

Inside is a live broadcast room, a teenager is live broadcasting.

Today the boy is wearing a light blue pajamas, very loose style, so it is easy to see the thin white wrists that are exposed from time to time during the movements.

In the past, teenagers would wear a string of Buddhist beads on their wrists.

The deep lobular red sandalwood is paired with the wrist of a young man like a bright moon, exuding a different kind of beauty.

But tonight the string of prayer beads is gone, leaving only an empty wrist.

It really belongs to him, Li Zhi thought.

So was that figure he happened to catch a glimpse of while skiing today, too?

Thinking about it, Li Zhi picked up the string of Buddhist beads on the table, put his thumb against the beads on it, and slowly turned them down one by one.

The scene when I saw the string of Buddhist beads on the boy's wrist for the first time slowly emerged in front of my eyes.

He entered the live broadcast room by accident, and at first glance thought he had read it wrong, so he stopped in the live broadcast room for a long time that day.

At first, it was just to see the appearance of this string of beads, but later found that the wood carvings carved by the young man are very good.

He doesn't look very old, but his saber technique is precise and fierce, and the proportion of the layout is reasonable.

Li Zhi actually doesn't watch the live broadcast very much, and occasionally opens it just to see Shen Guxuan's old man.

So it took a long time to learn how to tip that night.

In fact, he originally wanted to ask where did the Buddhist beads on the boy's wrist come from?

But in the end, after thinking for a long time, still didn't ask.

It's just that when the boy asked him, he typed out a sentence like a ghost.

"The prayer beads on the wrist are very beautiful."

It was late at night when Yan Qiu's live broadcast ended, and the whole villa had fallen into silence, but he never slept.

Instead, he opened the door of the room, walked to the stairs, and looked at the revolving wooden stairs in front of him, circling and winding downwards as if he could not see the end.

Yan Qiu thought that after what happened in his previous life, there would be some kind of shadow on him.

However, when he stood here again, he found that it was not there.

He can still calmly recall everything that happened in his previous life frame by frame.

The fire burned quickly, and the eyes were full of scorching flames, and the breath was filled with choking smoke. The whole house was crumbling, and the red-burning wood fell from the sky and hit him heavily on the face.

Fu Chenze ran to Fu Shuangchi on the second floor, while Lu Ruan and Fu Jianting stood at the door and watched him in a state of distress.

All in all like a nightmare.

His own nightmare.

Yan Qiu closed his eyes, trying to expel those images from his mind, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already clear.

In fact, what is the difference between now and the last life?

He knew the fire might happen, but he didn't know when it would happen.

That fire was like a ticking time bomb, and if it didn't explode for a moment, he wouldn't have peace for a moment.

Yan Qiu didn't turn on the light, took advantage of the darkness to go down to the first floor, and then put a camera behind the flower pot in the middle of the living room.

In fact, he didn't know if it would be useful, but he could only try his best to prepare for the occurrence of this disaster.

After putting the camera away, Yan Qiu looked up to Fu Shuangchi's room on the second floor.

The door of Fu Shuangchi's room was closed tightly, standing silently in the darkness.

Yan Qiu looked at his room quietly for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth and asked silently, "I'm curious, is it you?"

Early the next morning, Yan Qiu went up the mountain again, to the place where he had been yesterday, trying to retrieve his Buddhist beads.

However, he went all the way back to the villa from the edge of the cliff, without seeing him all the way.

It seems that it should be really lost.

In fact, he had a premonition yesterday that it was unlikely that he would get it back, but he still couldn't hold back seeing the result today.

It was the same in the previous life. Could it be that he and this string of Buddhist beads are really so unrelated?

Yan Qiu walked back to the villa aimlessly, but when he got to the door, he didn't want to go in, so he found a place to sit outside until dark, and then went back.

When he returned, Fu Shuangchi was helping Lu Ruan put up window grilles and couplets, while Fu Jianting and Fu Chenze were setting off firecrackers at the door.

The lively sound of firecrackers tore through the night, bright confetti lit and scattered in the air, welcoming the new year.

Looking at their happy family, Yan Qiu felt a little lonely for a moment.

It was the same in the Yan family. Every year during the Chinese New Year, the Yan family and his wife would make paste and post Spring Festival couplets.

After posting the Spring Festival couplets, Father Yan took Yan Jing to set off firecrackers and buy snacks.

In the evening, their family sat happily in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Yan Qiu sat alone in his room.

The sound of the Spring Festival Gala program and their laughter came in through the crack of the door.

Like it could pierce his eardrum.

So Yan Qiu could only cover his ears, holding the pendant around his neck, whispering to his aunt and Diu Diu, "Happy New Year!"

His pain is swallowed by himself, his sorrows and joys are ignored, and his existence does not seem to matter.

so……

He was also given up time and time again.

"Xiaoqiu, you're back." Seeing him back, Lu Ruan walked over and pointed to the couplets that had just been pasted up and said, "How is it? Mom didn't post it crookedly?"

Yan Qiu nodded at her, and tried to go in past her.

Seeing this, Lu Ruan quickly said, "Don't go upstairs, dinner will be served right away."

Yan Qiu didn't turn around, but just nodded perfunctorily.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, so there is a lot of wine on the table.

Fu Jianting opened a bottle of red wine and a bottle of champagne to refill them, and then said: "The new year is coming soon, and you are all one year older, so be sensible."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shuangchi immediately picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said to Fu Jianting, "Dad, I was wrong about what happened before, and I won't do it again."

"Well, that's good." Fu Jianting smiled gratifiedly.

Yan Qiu didn't pay attention, and ate the food silently with his head down. Unexpectedly, Fu Shuangchi suddenly walked up to him with a glass of wine, and called out earnestly, "Second brother."

Yan Qiu raised his eyebrows and raised his head.

Then Fu Shuangchi picked up the champagne, filled the glass in front of him, and said, "I did something wrong before, and I apologize to you."

Yan Qiu didn't speak, but just looked at him steadily.

However, Fu Shuangchi's face was sincere, and he really couldn't see anything.

On the other hand, Lu Ruan was moved and said, "Xiao Chi has really grown up this time."

Yan Qiu heard it a little funny, he didn't believe in sudden growth, he only believed that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were on them, so Yan Qiuzhuang had to put on a bit of generosity.

So he also raised his glass and smiled, "It's all over."

After finishing speaking, before Fu Shuangchi clinked glasses with him, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Second brother is good at drinking." Fu Shuangchi said, and drank the wine in the glass.

Then he sat back in his seat and suggested that everyone have another drink together.

After all, it was New Year's Eve, and everyone was in good spirits, so everyone drank a few more glasses.

Lu Ruan and Fu Jianting went upstairs to bed early because of dizziness before the New Year's Eve at twelve o'clock.

There were only three of them brothers left in the living room.

Compared to staying with Fu Jianting and Fu Shuangchi, Yan Qiu prefers to stay alone in the room.

So he also left first.

After Yan Qiu washed up, he sat on the chair by the window, wrapped in a blanket and looked out quietly.

The deep mountains at night are very quiet, very suitable for recalling the past and childhood.

In fact, he didn't sleep much last night.

After all, he didn't know when the fire would come, so at night, Yan Qiu was always alert to everything around him.

The same is true tonight.

But don't know if it's because didn't catch up on sleep during the day and climbed the mountain again, and drank alcohol at night.

Soon Yan Qiu couldn't hold on anymore, and his whole body was swept away by sleepiness.

So he took out his phone and set an alarm clock for midnight, planning to just lean on the chair and squint for a while.

Probably due to the poor quality of sleep, Yan Qiu slept very painfully this time, and was always half asleep and half awake.

In a daze, it seemed that there was a smell that had been drilling into his nose.

Yan Qiu resisted the drowsiness and opened his eyes. The room was so gray that he couldn't see anything clearly, but it was vague, as if there was smoke.

cigarette?

Something flashed through his mind, and Yan Qiu woke up suddenly.

Coincidentally, the alarm of the mobile phone rang at this time, Yan Qiu picked it up and took a look.

It was two thirty in the morning.

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