"Uh" Beimo Qianye was stunned, looking at the Xuanguang chain on his wrist, a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

"Sister, you still feel sorry for me, right?"

Lan Shengxue glanced at him, "I will only feel sorry for one person." ”

"Who?" In an instant, Beimo Qianye's voice became a little cold.

Lan Shengxue raised her eyebrows, "Beimo Qianye, what is your reaction?"

"Uh, hehe, I'm curious. He laughed, then slipped into the blanket and shrunk up.

The sun was shining outside the car, the air was clear, the carriage was driving all the way, although the road was far away, but he enjoyed this trip very much, he had a high fever, in the dream, he kept thinking, reading, he knew that what had happened could not be recovered, it would become an indelible painful memory in his heart, and it would never be erased

The sudden silence made Lan Shengxue even more curious about Beimo Qianye, Beimo Qianye has been very strange in the past two days, she doesn't know what is strange, but she feels that his momentum is not quite right, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and more silent.

It's not at all like the innocent happiness that a seven-year-old child should have, but it is filled with a sad atmosphere all the time.

"Sister," he cried out in a low voice, wrapped in a blanket, and shrunk her head into the blanket.

Lan Shengxue snorted, and Beimo Qianye didn't speak anymore.

She just glanced at him, shook her head, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Beimo Qianye hid in the blanket, his eyes were a little moist, and the hand he exposed felt cold, but he didn't care at all.

Sister he closed his eyes slightly, a drop of crystal tears suddenly slipped from the corner of his eyes, the past that had happened lingered in his mind, he went mad in the dark, drank the wrong blood, he went to the woods, almost went on a killing spree, met her by chance, when he saw her face, his delirious brain, began to become shocked, in his heart, there was always a sad past and some unspeakable pain, and people who could not forget.

Her face is very similar to his sister, really like him, but she doesn't remember him, he still doesn't know, is she his sister?

I can never forget that when I was twelve years old, there was an enemy in northern Xinjiang to sleep, my father-in-law could not resist, and his soul returned to nine days, and that day, the war in northern Xinjiang was in turmoil, with countless casualties, and since he was sent to northern Xinjiang by his mother at the age of three, he has always had a sister who is one year older than him, taking care of him.

His strength was not too low at that time, but two fists were hard to beat with four hands, and that day, in order to save him, his sister led away an unknown enemy and finally disappeared without a trace.

When he solved a group of people and went back to look for his sister again, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life

Three people, just a woman, defiled, at that time, he only remembered their gloomy laughter, blood red filled his eyes, he was blinded by hatred, at that time, he was like a little devil, killing people without blinking.

Blood splattered, and in the end, he watched his dearest and dearest sister die in front of him, and she said: No matter what happens, don't hurt yourself.

This sentence was the last sentence he heard from the woman who was like a flower.