When Zhan Xiaoyi got up from the bed, it was already sunset, and a large area of sunlight was shining all over the small courtyard.

In the shadow of the grape trellis, Yinzhen stood at the table with a brush, looking at the pen intently, with a soft gaze. Standing on the opposite side, he looked at the man who was painting seriously with his hands on his cheeks, and his beautiful big eyes were full of admiration. The cool dog lay at the feet of the strict, licking the white cat that was sleeping on top of it.

Zhan smiled and pushed open the door, and all the panting creatures in the small courtyard looked at her, so frightened that she took a step back and carefully looked back into the sun, and pretended not to see anything and ran quickly into the bathroom.

Rigor and Yinzhen glanced at each other, walked to the kitchen and took the dishes, and when the steaming porridge was put on the table, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been cleaned up.

Zhan Xiaoyi, who was forcibly pulled to the table after washing, looked at the table full of food in surprise, and asked Xiang Xiaoyou's strict net worth in disbelief, "You bought it?" and ran out so early...... You've changed your sex, young master?"

Rigorous pursed his lips, glanced at Yinzhen, who was sitting on the side, and cleared his throat as if he was sitting on the side, "It's still early, my sister is faint, it can be seen that it's good not to work, you don't have to go out to work in the future, women should stay at home." Eat quickly, if you don't get up again, you're going to get cold, I'm already hungry. ”

What is the standard of the times when a woman should stay at home? A seven-year-old child says something like that? Someone taught?

Zhan Xiaoyi was stunned with his mouth half open, looked at Rigor and looked at Yinzhen how he felt that these two people were very weird, lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks before they stretched out, the ghostly boy leaned over and whispered, "You were deceived, he has money, he bought it." It's said you like to eat, right?"

The sumptuous table is really not an ordinary breakfast, all kinds of dim sum and a few different flavors of porridge and side dishes almost blind the eyes of the smile. The small emotion in his heart has not yet sprung up in his mind, and his suspicious eyes have already fixed on Yinzhen's face.

Rich? Rich!

This man seems to be very serious, but he always surprises her.

Yin Zhen turned a blind eye, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of dim sum on the small plate in front of Zhan Xiaoyi, and ate it by himself. He didn't talk or laugh, which froze the atmosphere, and the other two people also turned into mouthless stuffy gourds, burying their heads and eating silently.

Zhan Xiaoyi didn't understand what happened between the two people who slept together all night, and just after she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she just said a word to ask Yinzhen to go back to school, and Rigor had already jumped out to stop her.

"From today onwards, my tutor has become an uncle, so he wants to stay here and stay with me. ”

Zhan smiled and looked at the man standing behind him who seemed to be smiling, and nodded, "Yes, you can change whoever you want, you don't need to say hello to me." The crux of the matter is that this is my house, and since I don't have to watch over you anymore, you two can go together. ”

"Pay the rent, you can cook for us and earn extra money. ”

"Double......" Yin Zhen's voice did not fall, a rigorous voice was added, his little head kept notching, and he suddenly covered the top of his head and chased after him, "Double." ”

Zhan's smiling eyes seemed to have stars shining, and he looked at his toes in confusion and turned around and walked back into the room.

Cheng Cheng looked up at the man behind him, pulled his shirt to make him bend down, and smiled unkindly in his ear, "Isn't your money hers, it's ...... It's stupid. ”

Yin Zhen picked the corners of his mouth and looked at the closed door, grabbed his collar and quickly released it with a strict scream, took a step back and was still laughing, "You teach me to write and paint, I will teach you to chase girls, don't charge money." You should smile more, you look good when you laugh, especially at the smiling sister, don't always pretend to be cool...... No, my dad always laughs, although girls like him, but my sister sees him and annoys him and says that he is a playboy, and sooner or later he will be exhausted by those women. Uncle...... Are there a lot of women? If you do, it would be miserable, and my sister is the most annoying to such men. ”

The rigorous expression was very gossipy, Yinzhen's face became unsightly, and he withdrew his gaze staring at the door and was silent.

The sun was blazing on the ground, and the rattan trellis was talking in a strict whisper, and Yinzhen knocked the top of his head with a pen when he heard that he was bored, and the kid was honest for a while.

Zhan smiled depressedly and walked out of the room, seeing the picture of Yinzhen holding the small hand of the rigorous pen, squinting and leaning against the door.

At the same time, Yinzhen, who raised his eyes to look at her, pushed his rigorous hand, and the kid consciously lowered his head and continued to write, and immediately became a ghost drawing. Yin Zhen stood straight behind him, the shadows of the branches and leaves and the fine sunlight hitting his face, and his cold and hard facial features and expression were incredibly soft.

Zhan Xiaoyi walked over quickly and stopped at the table, glanced at their rigor, looked at them curiously, and pulled Yinzhen's cuffs and walked to the living room. He held it with his backhand, and she shoved the envelope in her left hand into his hand. Looking at his puzzled and somewhat cold gaze, he lowered his head and raised it again, "First, your money will be returned to you, second, I won't rent a house, and third, you should go with rigor." ”

Yin Zhen clenched the envelope, his knuckles turned white, his pupils contracted and became darker and smaller, looked at her, was silent for a moment, threw his hand on the coffee table, and walked back to the courtyard after showing a smile.

The small courtyard has become clean again, a girl and a white cat.

Zhan smiled and stood in the courtyard gate looking at the back of the walking away, a tall man followed by a little boy, and at the back was a big golden retriever dog with a wagging tail.

Rigorous kept looking back, and was dragged by Yinzhen by the collar to his side, and walked away without a trace.

A page of rice paper on the chaise longue floated to the ground with the sudden breeze and landed at Zhan Xiaoyi's feet. A small girl stands in front of one of the trees and looks up, a tall and thin boy stands behind her and looks at her back, and pieces of maple leaves swirl around them.

Whoever takes my hand and takes me into madness for half my life, and who kisses my eyes and covers me for half my life.

- The boy pinched a maple leaf in his hand, and said on the leaf.

Both of them are dressed in Qing Dynasty costumes, and the young man wears long braids hanging from his back, and the ends of his hair flutter in the wind, like the hem of his robe raised by his legs. The girl's jet-black hair was curled into a simple woman's bun, and the small side face was clearly a smile, except for the resentful look.

Zhan smiled and squatted down with trembling fingertips to carefully pick up the person in the painting, not only her, the cold breath between the young man's eyebrows was very similar to that man, the only difference was that the years had added some maturity and more condensed temperament to his face.

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In the middle of the night, a cloud of wind covered the full moon, and the night sky was pitch black, and there was no starlight in sight.

A figure stood under the stone steps in front of the courtyard gate, as if it had been stiffened into a stone sculpture and stood still.

Suddenly there was an indistinct cry from the quiet courtyard, followed by the sound of cracking and bumping, faintly intermittent, and gradually covered by the muffled thunder that sounded in the sky.

Yinzhen's back tensed even straighter, stepped over and pushed to the door, and the hand that pulled into the trouser pocket quickly took out the key and inserted it into the lock hole, his fingers tremblingly pinched and rotated.

The courtyard was pitch black, except for a small warm lamp in the bedroom, casting a faint soft light through the half-hidden curtains and the gaps in the unclosed doors.

The strong wind blew on the door and shook the heavy curtains, and the thunder was wrapped in fine and messy breathing, and the sound of breathing became clearer and clearer, startling Yinzhen, who walked quickly to the door.

The door slammed open, stunned the man who was about to step in and clenched the handle, and also startled the people inside.

The first to jump into Yinzhen's eyes was Zhan Xiao, the faint yellow light of the bedside lamp shone on her face with her eyes closed, two thin wrists tied between black strips of cloth and one hand on the head of the bed, constantly shaking her head and whining, and her mouth was also stuffed with a piece of black, which made her face more and more pale.

Yin Zhen hurried over in two steps, and his fingertips had just touched the shoulder of the man who was pressing on Zhan Xiaoyi's body, and his arm had been slashed, and the blood was stained over the white sleeves. His hand was still gripping the man's shoulder and pulling him off the bed, but there was a man between his arms.

The sharp blade rested on Zhan Xiaoyi's neck, and the blood dripping into the collar couldn't tell whether it was hers or who's, but it successfully stopped Yinzhen's action of almost crushing his shoulder bone.

The black dress hung on Zhan Xiaoyi's body in tatters, showing the whiteness inside, and the skirt was so tattered that it was impossible to see the original shape, revealing two thighs that had been scratched with red marks.

Yin Zhen stared at the bright red marks that kept flowing from her neck, her eyes were on fire as if they were stained with blood, and her eyes became colder and colder.

Zhan smiled and raised his chin to look at him, tears swirled in his eyes a few times and fell down, leaning forward and whimpering and being pulled back to his chest by the man behind him, the blade flashed brightly in the dimly lit room, and a loud bang outside the crack in the door cut a dazzling white light.

"Get out of the way!" the smiling man approached and grinned.

Yin Zhen's body did not move, staring at his eyes, and his voice became deeper and colder, "Let go of her." ”

"You stand back and let me out. It's just a woman, and it's not worth so much thought about by Lao Tzu. Yours and yours back...... Let me out first!"

Yin Zhen, who didn't speak or retreat, turned the man's eyes red, and with a slight force on his hand, the blood immediately dripped down the blade. Zhan smiled and closed his eyes, adding a few more tears to his cheeks, and there was no choked voice.

The hands tied with the cloth trembled and grabbed the fabric around Yinzhen's waist, and he held it into the palm of his hand, all cold.

"Get out quickly, or you'll anger me, and no one will live." ”

Yin Zhen stepped back step by step and stepped out of the threshold, and the rain poured on him. Zhan Xiaoyi clutched his fingers and stumbled, his bare feet stepped into the water, and the man behind him fell to the side.

A hand quickly grasped the blade of the knife slightly away from her neck, and the knife pulled out of its palm more quickly and slid an arc with the trend. Yin Zhen pulled Zhan Zhan into his chest with a smile, kicked out and kicked the unsteady man away, and the knife clanged and fell on the rain-washed ground.

The man rolled twice on the ground and barely got up, holding his lower abdomen and slowly retreating against the courtyard wall to move out.

Yin Zhen turned to his direction, his face was full of rain, but his eyes were still on fire, as if he could burn a qiē. The man in his arms trembled, his fingertips clutched his clothes, almost embedded in the flesh, and the pain made him tense and his body stood stiff, tightening the arm around her back. His chest was wet, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears, and it burned his heart.

The courtyard door slammed shut, and the small courtyard was so dark that it was impossible to see anything clearly, and the lightning split its head to draw a white light, illuminating the figures of the two people close together.

Yin Zhen gently held up her little face that was still sobbing, carefully took out the strip of cloth stuffed in her mouth, and cried out with a smile and buried her face in his chest. His arms tightened and tightened around her back, his jaw clenched, the corners of his mouth twitched faintly, and he picked up the man in his arms and walked to the door.

His feet rested on the half-covered door, his eyes closed and he turned to the room where he had lived not far away.

In the dark, Yinzhen sat on the edge of the bed and leaned on herself with Zhan Xiaoyi, untying the shackles tied to her wrists. His hand hung tentatively into his soaked skirt, causing her to shrink back into his neck and wrap around his waist.

Gently stroking the palm behind her back, she gradually relaxed, breathing slowly, and cried aggrievedly against him, pulling the skirt that was wet and sticking to her body and pulling it down desperately.

Yin Zhen sighed very softly, held her hand and pressed it to her chest, found the zipper behind her and gently opened it, and removed the skirt that had long been torn to the body. Hold her and sit on her lap, pull the thin blanket on the side, shake it off, drape it over her shoulders, wrap it around her clammy body, and wipe it gently.

Zhan looked up at him with a smile and looked at him silently.

Fingertips touched her neck, and she dodged backwards with a jerk. Yin Zhen wrapped her back tightly, her dripping cheeks were pressed to her ears, one hand was rubbed between the half-wet hair, and the other hand was patted on her stiff back through a thin blanket, her voice was hoarse and full of distress and chagrin, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here." It's me who didn't protect you...... Smile ......"

Zhan smiled and leaned on him and cried silently, the water shining in the dark night.

The wet touch of her palm made her loosen her fingers, and she heard the obvious gasp in her ears pushing his waist away in a panic. The hand reaching for the lamp was grasped by him, still stubbornly pressing the switch.

The shirt had a long hole in the waistband, almost turning to the waist, and the blood-stained white fabric was still seeping out, wetting the beige cotton slim-fitting trousers. The blanket wrapped around her was also red, patches of red, everywhere.

The buttons were unbuttoned one by one, and the blood-stained fingertips trembled so much that they could barely hold the belt and the hem of his pants, and the top of his head was pressed against his chest, and tears fell down in strings, crackling down his legs.

Yin Zhen straightened the long hair behind her head to support her face, her eyes became blurred, and she gritted her teeth and said weakly, "Don't look, it's okay, it's just a small injury." ”