The address given by Xuan Qingzi was on a mountain in the suburbs, seven or eight kilometers away from Hu Qianqiu's school. When Hu Qianqiu took a bus to the vicinity of the mountain, Cheng Yanan also sent him Yu Xuefei's suicide note.

Hu Qianqiu opened the picture, and a few beautiful fonts were written on a light yellow paper.

"When you see this letter, I should be gone. I know that my willfulness will definitely bring you a lot of trouble, but I really can't hold on anymore. I'm too tired, sorry.

Yanan, Xiaoxiao and Xiaomin. Although we are roommates, we are not close to each other and are always prone to disputes. Although I try to integrate into you, we are not people from the same world after all, and we cannot meet each other. But after all, after living together for so long, I feel a little disappointed when I think about not seeing you again.

If you think my things are unlucky, throw them away. It doesn’t matter, but I would like to ask you to hand them over to Fu Yuan for me to help me. I hope you can satisfy my last wish. Thank you.

Fu Yuan, we have been together for almost a year. When you pursued me, I rejected you several times. To be honest, I still can’t tell whether I chose to be with you because of a momentary touch or a real heart. But those things don’t matter.

No matter what, after being together for so long, I gradually became in love with you, and I always felt a little reluctant to leave you. You are a good person. Thank you for your company for so long. I hope you can meet someone who is more suitable for you. There is something I want to give you to that box, and I hope you can forgive me."

The next few paragraphs are some words written by Yu Xuefei to the people around her. Hu Qianqiu quickly scanned it to find useful information, but the last paragraph had to be carefully read by Hu Qianqiu.

"And you, although we don't have much contact with each other, and we can't even be friends, your words at White Horse Temple deeply touched me, but I still can't let go of my obsession. I always feel a little sorry for you, sorry."

"Follower..." Hu Qianqiu smiled bitterly.

He didn't expect Yu Xuefei to mention him in his suicide note, and he naturally felt a different feeling in his heart at this moment. Yu Xuefei did not mention Hu Qianqiu's name in his suicide note, so the police naturally did not come to him.

Hu Qianqiu took a deep breath and calmed down his mood. He wanted to infer the truth about her suicide through Yu Xuefei's suicide note. Although there was not much useful information on it, Hu Qianqiu still dug out some useful things.

Yu Xuefei said at the beginning of the suicide note that she was too tired and couldn't hold on. This was indeed something that suicides often said, but in the end she said in the passage she gave to Hu Qianqiu that she could not let go of her obsession. How could a person who could not let go of her obsession commit suicide?

Hu Qianqiu inferred that the so-called "too tired" was just a reason Yu Xuefei wrote to others. The real reason for her death was still in what she said about "obsession".

"It seems that if you want to know the truth of the matter, you have to understand her more deeply."

Hu Qianqiu sorted out his thoughts, and also noticed that Yu Xuefei's suicide note did not mention her family at all. Although it was not impossible to write two suicide notes, since Yu Xuefei's accident, Hu Qianqiu has never heard of news about her parents. How could ordinary people sit there for such a big deal as her daughter fell from the building? Even if she didn't make trouble in the school, she should go to her dormitory to receive her belongings. However, from the suicide note, Yu Xuefei seemed to have concluded that her parents would not go to school to take away the things she had done during her lifetime.

Hu Qianqiu vaguely felt that the "obsession" Yu Xuefei mentioned was also related to her parents.

Hu Qianqiu smiled bitterly. He was still thinking about being someone else's fault. He shook his head, put away his thoughts, and began to walk to the place where Xuan Qingzi said.

Fujian is surrounded by mountains, and the mountains outside the city are one by one, and there are many peaks without names at all. Hu Qianqiu also took a lot of effort to find the direction of the mountain that Xuan Qingzi mentioned.

Although this mountain does not look tall, the road is rugged and muddy, and there are no bluestone roads at all. There are many forks, so you will go wrong if you are not careful. Because of the tooth marks on your arm, Hu Qianqiu was exhausted and walked very slowly. By the time he reached the top of the mountain, it was already noon.

Hu Qianqiu reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the dilapidated scene in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

This is a dilapidated Taoist temple. The wall was eroded and dilapidated, as if the wind was about to fall down. There were only three buildings in the wall, including the main hall dedicated to the Three Qing Dynasties, and they were also dilapidated.

Although Taoism is a native religion in China, it is far less prosperous than Buddhism. Compared with the temples that can be seen everywhere, Taoism is very rare. Except for those well-known Taoism, most Taoisms are much smaller than ordinary temples. However, Hu Qianqiu has seen such a shabby Taoist temple for the first time.

Hu Qianqiu looked at the Taoist temple again. There was only half of the outer door on the broken exterior wall, and there was not even a plaque.

Just when Hu Qianqiu was filled with emotion, Xuan Qingzi walked out of the house in the Taoist temple.

"It came later than I expected."

Hu Qianqiu grabbed his hair awkwardly, "Something happened on the road, which was delayed. Song Xiao returned to his hometown to handle the funeral. It will take some time to come here."

"Yes." Xuan Qingzi didn't say too much, "You follow me."

Hu Qianqiu nodded and followed Xuan Qingzi. After not taking two steps, he staggered, leaned forward, and fell to the ground with his whole face down.

Just when Hu Qianqiu was about to grab the ground with his head, Xuan Qingzi quickly turned around and held him. Hu Qianqiu looked at Xuan Qingzi, feeling a little embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to stand up, his eyes suddenly became dark and he completely fainted.

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I don't know how long it took, Hu Qianqiu, who was sleeping, faintly smelled the smell of rotten wood, and his consciousness gradually recovered. He opened his eyes in a daze and found himself lying on a shabby wooden bed.

Hu Qianqiu straightened his upper body and looked around. This was a relatively narrow room. On the right side of the bed was a dilapidated wooden door, which was hidden at this time. On the other side of the bed were a row of three-layer shelves, with books and bottles and jars containing unknown contents. On the wall facing the end of the bed was a Tai Chi Bagua diagram, and the pattern was peeled off a lot from the wall, so it could only be barely distinguished. On the wall close to the head of the bed was a black wooden sword.

Hu Qianqiu turned over on the bed, trying to take the wooden sword down and take a closer look, but at this time the wooden door made a "creak".

"You're awake."

Hu Qianqiu was startled by the sudden sound, and instinctively retracted his hand. He turned his head and saw that it was an old Taoist who pushed the door and came in.

The old Taoist had a bun with a tree branch on his head, and was wearing a gray Taoist robe that was washed a little white. He was about eighty years old, and his hair and beard were all white, much bigger than Xuan Qingzi. His eyes were not as clear as Xuan Qingzi, and he looked a little turbid, but his body seemed to be tough and he would not hunch over.

"Who are you?"

The old Taoist smiled, "I have forgotten the name of the world for a long time. The master gave me a Taoist name called Henghao. Just call me that."

Hu Qianqiu nodded and then asked, "Master Henghao, where am I?"

"This is Ling Xuguan. This room was lived in by my master before."

"Oh." Hu Qianqiu responded, and finally knew the name of this Taoist temple. Henghao was so old that his master must have been gone long ago.

Hu Qianqiu turned over and got out of bed, put on his shoes, and asked again: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"It's not too long, less than half an hour."

Hu Qianqiu nodded. He thought he had been sleeping for a long time, but he didn't expect that it would be less than an hour. He had some conclusions about why he was in a coma.

Hu Qianqiu was about to ask a question, but Xuan Qingzi walked in from outside.

Xuan Qingzi looked at Hu Qianqiu, then turned to look at Henghao, and asked, "Master, how about it?"

Hu Qianqiu was stunned for a moment. He originally thought Henghao was Xuan Qingzi's senior brother, but he didn't expect that the two were master-apprentice relationships.

"It's a little worse than I expected, but it's not too bad. It's just that you and him have to work hard."
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