The atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and Uncle Chen couldn't say anything, so he had to seriously instruct Qi Ruochen to pay attention to some things, and then got up and went out with Chen Shuang, who was silent, and Xiao Nanzi, who had been silent.

Qi Ruochen slowly raised his sleeve to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at the dripping sunlight falling on the window with a somewhat blank look, and muttered, "I hope it's my delusion." ”

Intellectually I know that it is unlikely that Lin Qingyan will survive, the last time she fell into the water was during the day, and there was a chance to be rescued, but in such a dark night, who would pass by the river to rescue her?

Qi Ruochen was worried, and Du An entered the house with breakfast.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast. As he spoke, he put the breakfast in the food box on the table like that, and after doing these things, he turned around and wanted to help Qi Ruochen get up. Only then did he notice the bloody clothes on his chest, and he couldn't help but speed up his steps and walked over, and said with a worried face: "Young Master, why did you vomit blood?"

When he entered the door just now, he was careless and didn't notice it, but when he got closer, he found that Qi Ruochen also had blood stains on his sleeves, so he guessed that he vomited blood and wiped it with his sleeve.

"It's fine. Qi Ruochen said lightly, got up slowly, and ordered: "Help me get a set of clean clothes from the cabinet." ”

"Yes, young master. Jue An replied, walked neatly to the wardrobe against the wall in the house, opened the wardrobe, found a set of clothes similar to Qi Ruochen's body now, closed the cabinet, walked quickly to Qi Ruochen's side, and helped him change the blood-stained clothes on his body.

After these were done, Qi Ruochen sat down at the table and ate his meal, the meal moved very little, at most he drank a small bowl of soup.

Seeing this, Jue An wanted to persuade him, but in the end he held back. Miss's matter, he has generally heard about it, not only the young master is sad, he is also sad, Lu Wan, who has been chasing him for the past two days, he didn't dare to tell her the truth, so he had to tell her perfunctorily every time, he was inquiring, and he would definitely tell her if there was accurate news.

On the night of the young lady's robbery, Lu Wan suffered a deep and long sword wound in the back, but fortunately he was rescued in time, and now he is lying on his stomach in a separate maid's room to recuperate, and he will take the time to see it once a day.

has been following Miss to protect Miss Wuxi, when he was rescued that night, he was covered in blood, seriously injured and comatose, and was placed in a coma by the young master, the young master did not say, and he didn't know, because Lu Wan was Miss's personal maid, but he told him to take care of him more.

"You know about Qingyan. Putting down the soup bowl, Qi Ruochen didn't turn around, and asked lightly to Du An, who was standing not far behind him.

"The little ones know. Jue An bowed his head and replied.

"Send a dozen people out, secretly inquire around the riverbank along the river, find out if there is a woman who has been rescued, and report any possible news. When Qi Ruochen said this, he paused, alleviated the pain in his heart, and continued: "After all, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death." With no corpse in sight, he could delude himself into thinking that Kiyoken was still alive.

"Yes, young master, the little one will be arranged immediately. Duann replied.

The sun is shining, and a small and dilapidated mud house stands in front of a green forest, which looks particularly eye-catching.

A little boy of about eight or nine years of age, dressed in dirty coarse cloth clothes, walked out of the hut with an old wooden barrel in his left hand.

The boy walked along a winding path, both sides of which were green but low weeds, and on the path he was stepping on, the weeds were withered and soft on the ground, indicating that it was a path that had just been stepped on. At the end of the trail was a wide white beach, and the boy walked to the river, fetched a bucket of water, and was struggling to carry the bucket, when he was about to walk back, a figure half lying in the water, half lying on the bank of the river, and the figure of the indistinct figure caught his attention.

Lin Qingyan woke up from the pain in his right shoulder, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a roof with a large hole, through which he could see a few not-so-bright stars hanging on the night.

"Girl, you're awake," an old man's voice sounded softly.

Lin Qingyan turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see an old man in his sixties sitting against the wall not far away, next to the old man there was a little boy who seemed to have just woken up and yawned, looking about eight or nine years old, there was a small fire next to the two, a simple triangular shelf was built with firewood on the fire, and a cylindrical iron pot that was not big but black on the outside was hung on the shelf, there was no lid on the pot, and I didn't know what was boiling inside, only the bursts of white smoke could be seen, and there was a crockpot with a missing mouth, and a strong smell of medicine emanated from the crockpot。

Lin Qingyan was a little confused, she just got up from the ground, this action involved the injury of her right shoulder, and the pain made her immediately rise layers of dense cold sweat on her forehead, her little face was wrinkled, she pressed her right shoulder with her uninjured left hand, and took a deep breath.

Seeing this, the little boy glanced at Lin Qingyan worriedly, then turned his gaze to look at the old man beside him and called his grandfather softly.

The old man lovingly stroked the top of the little boy's hair with his hand, and then asked Lin Qingyan, "Where did the girl come from, and how did she get washed here by the water?"

Lin Qingyan endured the pain, looked at the old man, and hurriedly replied: "Thank you, uncle, for saving me, I injured my shoulder, and I didn't have time to reply to the pain just now, please don't be surprised." ”

By the light of the fire, Lin Qingyan seriously looked at the old and the young opposite.

The old man was thin and dry, and his clothes were so dirty that he could not see the original color of his clothes loosely worn on his body, and his hair was neatly combed, but there were many white hairs in the middle, his face was shriveled and yellow, his eye sockets were deep, but his eyes were unexpectedly bright and gentle.

The little boy's clothes were also dirty, thin and thin, but he was not as thin as the old man, his face was white, and his facial features were handsome, seeing Lin Qingyan staring at him, he couldn't help but move his little body a little shyly and uneasily, and leaned his head on the old man.

Seeing Lin Qingyan looking at himself and his grandson, the old man said indifferently: "It wasn't me who saved the girl, my legs and feet were inconvenient, it was my grandson who found you when he went to the river to fetch water, and he half-dragged you back here." ”

Unexpectedly, it was the little boy who saved himself, Lin Qingyan was a little surprised, seeing that the little boy was still deliberately avoiding herself, she smiled at the old man, and said sincerely: "Whether it is the little brother or the old man, I thank you very much, you have saved my life, I will definitely repay you when I go back." ”

Remembering that the old man said that his legs and feet were inconvenient, Lin Qingyan's eyes moved to the old man's feet, and now that he was sitting on the ground, she couldn't see anything unusual.