Mu Xiaoci nodded, held an umbrella, and after greeting, walked quickly into the rain.

Xi Ang looked at her back, with a casual but strong attachment in his eyes.

Just like "The Street Where the Wind Lives", she believes that the wind comes and goes freely, although it is parting.

But he doesn't think so, the wind can also be a guardian.

A lifetime of protection, generation after generation of protection.

*

After returning home, Mu Xiaoci called Xi Ang and said that he had arrived.

Xi Ang rolled down the window and waved to her in the rain.

The car slowly left.

Mu Xiaoci lay on the bed, the long-lost smell made her relax suddenly, and she hadn't gone home for a long time.

After rolling twice on the bed, she got up and went to get a bath towel and pajamas.

The phone is placed on the bedside table.

When she left, her phone vibrate. After a few minutes, the screen dimmed and lit up again.

Mu Xiaoci came out of the shower and dried his hair.

Only then did I find out that there was a missed call on my phone.

She saw the unfamiliar caller ID, almost reflexively a little agitated.

Mu Xiaoci was mentally prepared and dialed back: "Hey?"

"Hey, is it Miss Mu?"

The voice on the other side was a little old.

Mu Xiaoci said: "Well, I am, you are?"

"Ao, Miss Mu, hello. Thank you very much for saving my daughter. ”

“？”

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Mu Xiaoci said again.

"Ao, Ao, I'm Fang Zixin's father. Today, Xiao Fang came back and said that he was bullied and saved by you. I just want to thank you for Xiao Fang. Miss Mu, you are such a good person. ”

"Is Fang Zixin home?"

Mu Xiaoci asked, this child, he didn't say hello when he went home.

"Home. Miss Mu, don't worry. ”

Mu Xiaoci nodded and said, "Did she sleep?"

"Xiao Fang is still taking a shower, and when she comes out, I'll ask her to call you back. ”

"Good. ”

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xiaoci saved a note, so he played with his mobile phone for a while.

Half an hour later, she looked at the time, and Fang Zixin's call did not come back.

She also fell asleep vaguely holding her phone.

Mu Xiaoci slept in a long dream, in which she sat in a carriage, and the carriage was galloping fast.

She staggered and tossed, and she slapped the coachman in the face, who picked up a basin of water and poured it on her.

She shuddered and woke up.

Dark room, cold water stains.

Mu Xiaoci pinched the quilt, but her hands were empty, and her eyes widened suddenly.

Cramped rooms, shabby furnishings.

Overhead, there was a very weak light, dim and dim.

Where is this?

Isn't it supposed to sleep at home?

How did it end up here?

Mu Xiaoci immediately sat up vigilantly, and at this time the door opened, and the old man who walked in thought was hunched over.

The old man had a knife in his hand, he didn't look at Mu Xiaoci, walked to a dark wooden plank, took out a stone, and began to sharpen the knife.

Mu Xiaoci said: "Who are you, why did you kidnap me?"

The old man turned around slowly, but did not stop the movement of his hand, and the sound of grinding knives was particularly prominent in this rainy night.

"Miss Mu, don't you remember me?"

In the old voice, Mu Xiaoci frowned fiercely, she didn't dare to be sure: "Fang Zixin's father?"

"Huh. No. The old man laughed.

Mu Xiaoci's face became serious, and she talked to this person on the phone before going to bed.

She said: "You are, you are Fang Zixin's father!"

"Hehe, Miss Mu, don't say that, can I accurately determine your position?" the old man turned around slowly and began to sharpen his knife again.