"Oppa, then I'll leave first." After dinner, Lingxing got up and left. After all, there is a trip tomorrow, and it is better to live in the dormitory. Zaishi sent Lingxing to the doorstep.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Zaishi waved his hand kindly.

After saying goodbye to Zai Shi, Lingxing wandered alone on Seoul Street. Although his home was only a few minutes away from the company, he was dozens of minutes away from the dormitory. But this is not the case. I haven't taken such a leisurely walk for a long time.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar shop, Lingxing suddenly felt a strange feeling. He often visited here when he was a trainee, but after becoming a singer, he did not take a good look at these places. He spent the journey in the car.

This time is the best time for artists to go shopping. There is a gap between supper time and late-night snack time in Seoul. There are relatively few people during this period.

Lingxing did not cover up at this time, and did not wear sunglasses or anything else. Although there were few pedestrians on the road, many people recognized Lingxing. However, they just took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and did not disturb Lingxing.

Unconsciously, Lingxing walked to a deserted house and stayed. This deserted house became a sharp contrast with the house next to it, and infinite vague memories in his heart surged into his mind. This abandoned house was the warm home of Lingxing when he was a child. However, this place is now compared to a dead house by others, and he dared not enter this house.

I haven't been here for several years. Although the house became Lingxing after my parents died, Lingxing used to be afraid of being hurt by the scene, so I haven't been here for several years.

When he gently opened the room door, there was thick dust inside. Lingxing turned on the lights and Lingxing was surprised to find that there was electricity in the house. However, Lingxing suddenly became strange when he looked at the scene inside the house. Only a small part of the house had burning marks, and the rest of the place was fine.

"Isn't it a gas explosion... Why is there only such a little bit?" Ling Xing murmured as he looked inside the house.

When Lingxing entered the kitchen, the traces of burning in the kitchen were even lighter than in the hall. This discovery made Lingxing feel that things were not that simple.

"Why are there only burning signs in the kitchen and the hall?" Ling Xing bit his chin gently and suddenly felt a cold air invading him.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore, Uncle Liu won't lie to me." Ling Xing shook his head and dissipated what he thought in his mind.

Lingxing entered his parents' bedroom. Although it was dusty inside, there was still no change inside. He sat gently on the bed and looked at the facilities in the room. Lingxing sighed a long time. Lingxing looked around and felt a little touching the scene. Although he had not been here for several years, Lingxing was in a very heavy mood at this time.

There was a painting hanging on the wall, with a line of words written on it: "Everything is humble, gentle, patient, tolerant with each other with love, contact each other with peace, and strive to keep the united heart given by the Holy Spirit." But at this time, Lingxing looked at the painting so incompatible with the furniture next to it.

Lingxing looked at the painting and stood up like a devil, walked to the next to the painting, and wanted to take the painting. However, the painting was too high, and Lingxing's height was also very high from the painting.

Lingxing moved the chair next to him and stood on it. He gently took the painting, read the words on it softly, and smiled slightly. Lingxing seemed to think of the scene where his father was reading the Bible sincerely in the church.

"Haha, didn't I expect my father to be a Christian believer before?" Ling Xing shook his head slightly and turned around to hang the painting back to its original position. But when Ling Xing turned around, Ling Xing's expression suddenly became stiff.

Behind the painting is hanging, there is a safe?!

"This...this is..." Ling Xing said in surprise at the safe. Ling Xing gently touched the slightly rusty surface on it and gently twisted the password. The opposite thing in Ling Xing's heart developed extremely curiosity.

Reality entered the father's birthday, but it couldn't be opened, and then it went in and out of the mother's birthday, but it still couldn't be opened. Finally, Lingxing entered his own birthday, and it actually opened.

My parents actually set their birthday as their password, and a warm current suddenly appeared in Lingxing's body.

I gently opened the safe, and the rusty safe made a 'cry' sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

After opening the safe, there is only one document and a bank card inside.

The six big words appeared on the 'Shared Holding Proof' document. Lingxing became more and more surprised as he looked at the content above, because this share proved that there were 10% shares, with the names of Lingxing and Lingxing's parents on it, and the company written on it turned out to be...

The bank card placed with the documents is the annual profit of the shares, and it will be transferred to this card. Lingxing inexplicably became the heir of the shares, that is, the owner of this 10% share.

Turning on the last page of the file, a photo floated out. Lingxing carefully put the file and bank card into his bag, walked down the chair and picked up the photo. This photo was a group photo. When Lingxing was just born, his parents held Lingxing's photo.

Gently stroking this precious photo, Lingxing carefully put it in his bag, closed the safe, and hung the painting. Lingxing slowly walked out of his parents' room.

Back in the hall, Ling Xing recalled the last day she spent here before. Uncle Liu suddenly appeared in Ling Xing's mind. Thinking of the fat and kind Uncle Liu, the corners of Ling Xing's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Dad, mom, and...Uncle Liu, in heaven...you need happiness," Ling Xing said loudly, standing in the hall.

Lingxing stroked the hair on his forehead, looked around with a smile, trying to see everything around him. The black broken hair had an eye hidden in the flowing hair on his forehead, and the beautiful smile like spring, the elegant dress, and the steady and dignified temperament. It was like a goddess coming.

After watching the hall for a while, Lingxing left here. Standing at the door of the room, gently closed the door, and Lingxing exhaled a long sigh.

"What are you doing here!" A serious voice sounded behind Lingxing, and Lingxing was so scared that she quickly turned around.

Lingxing saw the person clearly and was stunned. This person turned out to be a Taoist priest in the fortune telling teahouse I went to last time?!

"Are you that Taoist priest?!" Ling Xing said. The Taoist looked at Ling Xing's face with a complicated look, but it disappeared soon.

"Ah, the little girl who came to the teahouse to tell fortune last time~" The Taoist priest nodded and continued, "What are you doing here?"

Lingxing looked at the house behind him and told the Taoist priest briefly.

"Ah, so that's how it is." The Taoist priest couldn't help but say after hearing Ling Xing's explanation.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Ling Xing bowed politely to the Taoist priest and walked outside.

"Little girl, wait a moment," said the Taoist priest looking at Ling Xing's back. Hearing the Taoist priest's words, Ling Xing paused, turned around and looked at the Taoist priest in confusion.

The Taoist priest looked at the sky, paused slightly, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xing said curiously as he looked at the Taoist priest.

"Haha, it's okay~ I remember to visit the teahouse next time," said the Taoist priest with a smile. Listening to the Taoist priest's words, Ling Xing immediately laughed: "Haha, uncle Taoist, you are really, okay, I understand." He said that, waved his hand and turned around and left.

Watching Ling Xing leave, the Taoist priest turned around and looked at the abandoned house and murmured: "It's really interesting. The person who should have died a few years ago is actually alive. Is it a variable?" The Taoist priest looked up at the starry sky in confusion.

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Chapter completed!