The moment Shen Dunian flashed into the room, he subconsciously turned on the wall lamp.

Light instantly swept over the humble bedroom.

In the house, Qi Zhu was protected by the man in black with palpitations, and Qu Lin, the woman with a cloak and a disgraced face that could not be seen clearly, lay on the ground and raised her head and roared at the moment of light.

"Ahh

Hysterical, insidious.

It's like a demon who is shone by the light of the Buddha and wants to be wiped out.

"Madame, General be careful, she's having a psychotic episode!" When the man in black saw Shen Dunian and Jun Yiqing coming in, he rushed up to control Qu Lin.

Qu Lin was afraid of the light, and she was also afraid of the black-clothed man approaching her, her whole body was as tense as iron, her hands were clenched into fists, and she kept roaring with her head up.

Her dark hair spread out from the sides of her cheeks because of the shaking, revealing her face.

How to describe this face, completely emaciated without human form, with prominent cheekbones, a well-defined face, somewhat collapsed eye sockets, and thick dark eye bags.

Even so, Shen Dunian froze suddenly the moment he saw her.

"Don't touch her!" It was completely instinctive, and when Shen Dunian shouted this sentence, he was even stunned.

Of course, it was not only the man in black who was stunned, but also Qi Zhu and Jun Yiqing.

Shen Dunian looked at this face that was almost impossible to see her original appearance, and it seemed that thousands of ants had been drilled into her head, gnawing and biting her, and it was extremely painful.

Qu Lin heard Shen Wannian's voice and suddenly stopped screaming.

She slowly curled up, then moved inch by inch to the corner of the room, hugged her legs and raised her face, looking at Shen Dunian timidly and cautiously.

She looked at her, she looked at her, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Immediately, Qu Lin's suddenly pale thin lips slowly oozed out, a paragraph that sounded extremely weird.

Like a ballad and like a whisper, the hoarse voice echoed throughout the room: "Little chestnut, broken flower candy, little beauty, wading in the river." ”

After muttering, he lowered his head slightly, buried his face between his legs, and kept repeating: "Little chestnut, broken flower candy, little beauty, go in the river." ”

"You ask me, is it fragrant, I said...... I want to try it. Shen Dunian stared at her, and the ghost messenger responded.

As the words fell, a strange and familiar memory struck Shen Dunian's mind.

When she was nine years old.

By the small river in the suburbs behind the courtyard house in the North District, she sat by the river angrily because Su Han came back late that year, secretly wiping her tears.

A delicate-looking young lady eight or nine years older than her, wearing a casual suit, walked out of the other side of the river.

Seeing her crying nose, he walked up to her and took out a beautiful floral candy from his pocket: "Shame, I'm still crying when I'm so old, you see what this is, smell it, it's not fragrant." ”

And after this memory, Shen Dunian's brain seemed to be open.

For a long time afterward, she often came to play by the little river, and the young lady also came often, and each time she came, she would bring her a packet of broken flowers and hot chestnuts.

"Sister, are you leaving? After you're gone, Sisi won't have any candy to eat. ”

"Little glutton, Sister is going to college, I'll come back on vacation, I'll buy it for you every day when I come back, promise Sister A, after Sister is gone, don't come here again and cry alone, do you know? Look over there, there are a lot of man-eating beasts in the woods, there is no sister, be careful of being eaten! ”

"Sister, you're scaring me again, hum."

"Little beauty, give Sister a smile, hey, Xiao Sisi is so good-looking when she laughs, Sister Ah is reluctant to leave."

"Don't go, sister, don't go."

She still left, leaving Shen Dunian with a chic and warm back, and leaving her with a stunning smile looking back.

It left her with a vague memory.

It was so vague that she only regarded her as a child, that short and beautiful memory, one of thousands of passers-by.

After more than ten years, I no longer think about it and no longer look for it.