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The picture scroll with scorch marks that others can no longer see is so quietly inserted diagonally in the baggage, because the scroll is too long, only a section can be exposed outside, but Yan Hai, who can hide the grief of losing Ran Xinzi, can no longer control himself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His trembling hands simply threw down his unsteady crutches, and the whole person slid from his seat to the ground, his eyes kept staring at the scroll, rubbing it with all his strength, and moving forward little by little, although the wounds on his body came with bursts of heart-rending pain, he left them behind.

"Brother Yan Hai, what's wrong with you, be careful of your body!" Lang was shocked, he didn't understand what Yan Hai's behavior was, he just thought it was the sequelae left after the battle, and now it suddenly happened.

"The sea, hurry up, there's something uncomfortable."

Yan Hai didn't react to the words of the two at all, just blindly moved forward slowly, raised his hand, wanted to grab something in front of him, and muttered inarticulately. Lang Hatian and Liang Ping each grabbed one of Yan Hai's arms and wanted to pull him up, but at this time, Yan Hai was like a mad dog who just broke free from the chains, and suddenly had an inexplicable force.

"No, there must be a reason!" Although Lang Hatian didn't understand it, he knew that something must have made Yan Hai look like this.

"Sister... Sister...... ”

He heard it clearly, and at this time, a few words vaguely squeezed out of Yan Hai's mouth. And when these words were spoken, Lang hated Tianxin and felt something, and his eyes fell on the burden in the corner, and at the same time remembered the encounter with Yan Hai on that snowy night.

Yes, at that time, Brother Dahai ... I seem to recognize the portrait of my mother. Lang hattian let go of his hand, doubling the pressure on De Liang Ping.

"Hey, you little rabbit, why don't you let go, I can't hold such a strong man as an old man!" Liang Ping was angry and scolded unscrupulously. Lang hated heaven ignored him, walked straight to the burden, took out the painting, and brought it to Yan Hai. The latter struggled more and more intensely, and Liang Ping was about to lose it.

"Grandpa, let him go."

"What? Let him go? In his state, if he is allowed to mess around, I am afraid that he will lie in bed for ten days and a half months. ”

"It's okay, let go, trust me."

Liang Ping still wanted to refute a few words, but he couldn't hold on anymore and could only let go. Yan Hai, who broke free from the restraint, rushed towards Lang Hatian, and just as he was about to crash into his arms, Yan Hai suddenly stopped, bowed and prostrate on the ground, looking up at the scroll in Lang Hatian's hand. His expression was very respectful, and his hand slowly raised, and when it touched the scroll, it retracted as if it were an electric shock.

Seeing Yan Hai's movements, Lang Hatian became more and more firm in some of his thoughts, and he unfolded the scroll and held it in front of him.

"Brother Dahai, you... Isn't it... Do you recognize the person in the portrait? Somehow, Lang Hatian himself actually became excited, and asked questions one after another.

"She'。。。。。。" Yan Hai's hand stroked the scroll, from top to bottom, swaying at the bottom of some blurred lines, which were wet by snow in the snowy night, and he could no longer see clearly, and then he continued to go up until the delicate face of the person in the painting seemed to be able to come out of the painting in the next moment.

"What do you say, you call her sister, you... Really know my mother!? Lang hated the sky and shook Yan Hai's shoulder, as if he didn't care how serious his injury was. In fact, Yan Hai didn't care how painful the wound was, and his eyes began to burn.

"You... You're her child, that sister, sister she's 。。。。。。 now. ”

The two looked at each other, extremely focused, and wanted to get some answers from each other. A trace of bitterness slipped through the corner of Lang Hattian's eyes, and was captured by Yan Hai, and in an instant, the pavilion of hope that had just been established in his heart collapsed, and before his thoughts could react, that expectation was gone.

Yan Hai lost his strength anymore and sat on the ground in a languid state, the wound on his body once again reminding his nerves with a piercing pain.

"Now that I think about it, what other news can I get from a child with a portrait of my own mother, it's just two, neither of which I want to know." Yan Hai smiled weakly.

Lang hated the sky lowered his head, sniffed, and said, "Mother, she died, she died a long time ago. ”

Yan Hai nodded, not showing more sadness.

"She's not my own sister", Yan Hai didn't talk much nonsense, and directly began to tell the past that Lang Hatian wanted to know, "We come from different places, but fate drove us down the same path, nearly twenty years ago, she and I, as the same children, came here. ”

When the last word fell, Lang hattian and Liang Ping's ears sounded like a thunderclap, and it was difficult to calm down.

"Gentle... Your mother, she ... There is such a background, I thought that she grew up in Lanxiang Mountain since she was a child. ”

"During the months-long journey, all the children were terrified, some died one after another, and during that difficult time, it was my sister who gave me hope to live, she took care of me, and many others, I always thought that I could grow up forever under the protection of my sister, but not long after coming here, she left." Tears slid down Yan Hai's cheeks.

"Where did Mother and you come from?"

"I don't know, everyone's memories, those months ago, have been erased, and no matter what, I can't recall them, including my own name. That's why I always just call her sister. ”

"She was sent away by Wen Zixiang, right?"

"Yes, I later figured out that it should be Grandpa Zixiang who sent her away, and I begged Grandpa to tell my sister's whereabouts, but in exchange for beating me one after another."

In this gap, Lang Hatian remained silent, and then walked out of the house. Leaving Yan Hai alone, Liang Ping also followed, and saw him looking up at the clouds in the sky.

"You want to go to Lanxiang Mountain?"

Lang hattian turned around slightly, sighed, and nodded heavily. Now that they had a new goal, they didn't stay long, and they were ready to leave the next day. Before leaving, he made a special trip to Ran Mo's house, but was blocked out, only the closed door. Lang hated Tian and understood that the other party hated him and did not want to see him.

"I'll find the kid for you, as long as I'm alive for a day."

He learned from Su Huachen that the child who was sent away a few years ago was Ran Mo's own grandson, so he left this sentence, and then turned around and left, no longer staying, and Ran Mo did not come out after all.

In front of Yuhua Town, Yan Hai and a group of children were standing, seeing off the two, and Su Huachen did not come.

"Have a nice trip!"

They waved their hands and clinged to each other. Liang Ping, who was driving the carriage, and Lang Haotian, who was sitting in the carriage, responded loudly, and gradually moved away in the sound of horses' hooves. The two who originally planned to travel all the way north, in order to get some information about Xie Wenwan, now turned west.

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