Han Changyu pulled Han Moyu, ran a few steps on the main street, and dodged into an alley next to him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info on the street, every household outside the Zhu door is pasted with door gods and red background couplets, hanging red lanterns, illuminating the earth brightly.

The two of them ran against the cold wind, stepped on the muddy snow, slipped step by step, and almost fell down several times. They gasped for breath and ran in a panic, the icy wind pouring into their clothes and into their lungs. However, the more they ran, the hotter and hotter, and they were sweating profusely. But the guards behind him were just chasing after him.

I don't know how many streets they ran around, the two of them turned into an alley again, Han Changyu saw a thatched hut in front of him, with a few tables, chairs and benches in it, and a few large water tanks against the wall. Han Changyu dragged Han Moyu into the grass hut, threw Han Moyu into the water tank, jumped in himself, and then pulled the lid on.

There was no dissatisfaction in the tank, but there was still half a tank of water, and as soon as they jumped in, the water immediately overflowed the entire tank, drowning them. The icy water immediately soaked their clothes, and the biting cold came over them.

Han Moyu's face turned pale, trembling all over, and his upper and lower teeth trembled. Han Changyu stretched out his hand, wrapped Han Moyu's hand around it, and put it in his arms.

Both were holding their breath in the water. It was only a fleeting time, but Han Moyu felt as if time had stood still, as if it had gone through a century of long years.

When the footsteps faded away, the two men emerged from the water, gasping for air. Because of being soaked in cold water like this, he was already soaked, and after taking a few breaths of cold air, Han Moyu felt like his lungs were about to freeze.

She was so cold that she couldn't climb out of the water tank for a long time, but Han Changyu pushed her from behind, and she climbed out of the water tank and fell to the ground.

After Han Changyu climbed out of the water tank, the water all over his body flowed down in streams, Han Moyu looked at it, and felt that it was like a water ghost who had just climbed out of the river, he was startled, and then said with a numb tongue: "You, you, how can you come up with such a bad idea!" Simply! It's insane! I'm going to be! Frozen to death!! ”

"I, I am! Inspiration! Han Changyu said with a shudder, giggling as he pulled Han Moyu up. The two took off their coats in the palace and threw them into the water tank.

"We—Where are we?" Han Mo asked. Han Changyu looked around and said, "We are running westward, not far from the slums. As he spoke, he took Han Moyu's hand and led Han Moyu towards a remote place.

The two of them walked briskly and shivering, and the more they walked, the more remote they went, the more dilapidated they went, and when the tall house became a low thatched house, they entered the slum.

The houses here are made of mud and thatched, and some of them have collapsed more than half, but they still look like they are still inhabited.

There are very few families here who put couplets and red lanterns on the outside of their homes. It's as if the smell of the year has disappeared here. It was silent, and it was dark because there was no light. Fortunately, there was a moon, and I could barely see the road under my feet.

In the end, Han Changyu pulled Han Moyu to a dilapidated thatched house in the innermost corner, stopped, stretched out the door and walked in. Han Moyu realized that this was where Xiao Yun lived back then. Suddenly, he remembered that man, the man who had not grown old and had died. I don't know, can such a person still withstand the hardships of exile?

It was dark and cold inside. Han Changyu fumbled for a long time, and finally felt the fire fold next to the stove, grabbed the firewood on the ground and threw it into the stove, and lit it. The room was lit up a little by the light of the fire.

By the dim light of the fire, Han Changyu found a kerosene lamp at the head of the bed, lit it, and finally became clear in the room. Han Changyu hugged the firewood on the edge of the stove again, and stuffed it into the fire hole on the edge of the earthen kang.

It was a very dilapidated house, and it was simply destitute inside. A large kang made of mud is covered with a thin layer of straw mats, and a worn quilt is neatly stacked next to it.

Just as Han Moyu was looking around, Han Changyu had already taken off his shirt, revealing a smooth and broad back.

Han Moyu's face turned red, she took two steps back, and turned her head away in embarrassment.

Han Changyu took the towel from the basin stand next to the table, quickly dipped it in the cold water on his hair and body, turned his head strangely, and asked, "Why are you still standing stupidly?" Why don't you take off your wet clothes quickly, do you want to freeze to death? ”

Han Moyu lowered his head, his face was red like blood, he stood by the stove, took off the coat that had been frozen and stiff on his body, and refused to move again. As the outer garment faded, the ice slag on the garment fell to the ground and soon melted on the ground again.

And Han Changyu finished wiping his body, and quickly unfolded those clothes and put them on the stove to dry. The stove was covered with a spread, so he hung it on the basin stand, dragged the shelf to the stove and baked the fire. The rest of the clothes were spread on the side of the kang.

Han Mo shivered and shivered, and the cold undershirt clung to her body, absorbing the last trace of heat from her body.

With his back to Han Changyu, Han Moyu grabbed the towel, wiped his hair, and pressed it on the wet clothes on his body.

And Han Changyu had already gotten on the kang and wrapped himself in a quilt. "Hurry up, come to me!" Han Changyu said, "What, are you still angry with me?" ”

"No, I'll just sit here and make a fire." Han Mo said as he moved a small bench and sat by the stove. She stretched out her hands and shivered on the stove, but she didn't feel any warmer than just now, and her upper and lower teeth trembled.

Han Changyu frowned, jumped off the kang, picked up Han Moyu, put it on the kang, and then wrapped himself in the quilt.

"Oops, you're freezing me to death!" Han Changyu hugged Han Moyu and shouted with a smile, his skin was against Han Moyu's wet clothes, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Hurry up and take off your wet clothes! You want to freeze to death here! Han Changyu said.

"Don't!" Han Moyu turned his face away, broke free from Han Changyu's hand, jumped off the kang, and hid in the corner and sat down.

Han Changyu said: "Mo Yu, I know that you are still thinking about what happened before. But, I think, you should stay sane. Seeing that Han Moyu didn't answer, he said again: "Not to mention whether what the monster in the waste palace said is credible or not, just talking about yourself, don't you have a little judgment?" What kind of person am I, Han Changyu, and I've been with me for so long, don't you know? ”

"I don't know! Knowing people, knowing faces, not knowing hearts! Han Mo said without looking away.

"Moyu, you have to remember that maybe what your eyes see and what your ears hear may deceive you." Han Changyu said, "After a long time, you will know." ”