Like rows of sharp silver needles piercing straight into the corners of her forehead, Zhenniang only felt a splitting headache, and those unbearable fragments of sadness emerged from the depths of Zhenniang's memory, she seemed to remember something, but very little.

It was only a small one, but it frightened her.

"I didn't know they hated me so much. The biting chill wrapped Zhen Niang tightly, and she suddenly left tears, but her face was sad.

"Do you remember Lin Rui?" Chu Muran looked at her, his eyes moved slightly, and he covered his jade onion-like hand on the back of her hand, his expression was abrupt.

"My father-in-law?" Zhen Niang's words were hesitant, "It seems that I asked you, hoping that the Lin Mansion will not repeat the mistakes of the past?"

Chu Muran nodded, just smiling.

Zhenniang suddenly sat down on the quilt, "Mu Ran, I can't do it." ”

"You're scared. The flat tone is in one sentence.

"I can't do it," Zhen Niang was really panicked, "I still vaguely remember the last bleakness of the Lin Mansion, but with my ability, can I really help them?"

"You can. She clenched Zhen Niang's hand, Zhen Niang's palm was the hot temperature in Mu Ran's hand, she looked at the certainty in Mu Ran's eyes, and a flustered heart suddenly settled down.

Chu Muran just said lightly, "I'll help you." ”

It's just that sentence, Zhen Niang is suddenly not afraid of anything.

It was like escaping from the cage that had bound him for more than ten years, Chu Muran's hand was holding the golden key, and Zhen Niang's eyes were grateful.

However, by the time the people of the Li Mansion were relieved and Mu Dye had left the Li Mansion, it was already late at night.

Chu Muran declined Li Renchuan's kindness, but walked alone in the night, the streets of Los Angeles seemed long and lonely in the night, the night wrapped Chu Muran in the only tranquility, he seemed to be relieved, those disguised smiles were removed, revealing a clear face that flickered under the night sky, without half an expression, as if this was her real appearance.

Chu Muran's footsteps paused, and the sound of the piano in his ears was slowly played in the depths of the street, the tune was not melodious, and the music was not resounding, but just like the clear spring at the foot of the mountain, Ding Dong sounded, crisp and pleasant.

The corners of Chu Muran's eyes flashed with starlight, and she seemed to be a little stupid.

Such a sound......

It is really this song that should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

She really wanted to see what the person who played the piano looked like.

It's just that when she came up with such an idea, even she was taken aback, how many years have passed, she has almost lost interest in the world, and her face is no longer the same smile as before, and she no longer wants to be involved in this world.

Shaohua is fleeting, how many years, but she just wants to be a bystander doctor, only indifferent to see the ups and downs of others.

It's just that she doesn't know, but she also has moments of curiosity.

Thinking like this, Chu Muran couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked towards the end, but the sound of the piano suddenly weakened. There was a strange feeling in her heart, and she suddenly panicked a little, and her steps staggered a little.

One step away, as if I could touch the sound of the piano.

Chu Muran almost stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then, what I held in my hand was empty.

I only heard a clanging sound, the strings broke off, and even the sound of the piano seemed to disappear.

Chu Muran wandered in the night, and the darkness covered the lost look on her face.

It's just that she didn't see that on the low wall a few feet high in front of her, a young man with a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair and inlaid treasures sat cross-legged, with eyebrows and two dragons grabbing pearls and gold wiping his forehead, wearing an autumn-colored python white fox armpit arrow sleeve, tied with colorful silk knots and long spike palace silk, covered with stone blue flowers and eight groups of forging row tassel gowns, and wearing blue satin foundation small court boots.

His dark eyes were unusually clear and bright in the dark night, and his face became more and more white and crystal like jade.

He put his hands on his cheeks, staring at Chu Muran in the night with burning eyes, the corners of his mouth cracked into an innocent smile, he looked at him like a young child looking at a beloved treasure.

It's just that Chu Muran didn't know all this.

She was a little lost on the way back.

Far away, in the dark night without seeing the five fingers, suddenly a lamp was turned on, at the corner of the street, it was a dim light, which seemed quiet and beautiful, and when she got closer, she saw that it was Su Yu who took the lamp, only wearing a thin shirt, squinting her eyes slightly, and gently covering her mouth with a folding fan in the cold wind, as if she was yawning.

Chu Muran smiled lightly and took the lamp in his hand, "Since you're tired, you don't have to wait for me." ”

There was a slight coolness between the hands that touched, Su Yu finally opened her eyes, her beautiful face was close at hand, Su Yu seemed to be relieved, but she didn't say anything, just handed her the lamp, and she went back to the room in silence.

Chu Mu lit the candles, cleaned up, and suddenly remembered that he had promised Uncle Zhao on the street to help him prepare the medicinal materials early tomorrow morning, and his slender jade fingers touched the medicine box, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few medicines stacked on the table. The corners of her eyes moved unconsciously, but Su Yu's voice came faintly at this time, "Don't be tired of yourself." ”

Then came the sound of him rolling over, accompanied by the sound of soft breathing, as if asleep.

The corners of Chu Muran's mouth were a smile without a trace.

Pacing to Su Yu's bedroom, seeing that he was really lying sideways, with his back to himself is his thin back, Chu Muran walked over with light feet, and was about to pinch the corners of the quilt, but the movements of his hands paused a little.

She thought about it for a while, and finally gently put her hand on Su Yu's back, her fingertips were familiar and warm, which made people linger.

Mu Ran quickly pulled it away, just lifted the quilt on Su Yu's body and covered his shoulders, and then slowly got up and left the bedroom.

When the lights went out, she also fell asleep on her side, and soon fell asleep.

She was so tired.

It's just that Su Yu opened his eyes at this time, his thin shirt was against his back, and it seemed that Mu Ran's hand was still there. He smiled bitterly and got out of bed, the medical room was already narrow, the front hall was where she looked at the clinic during the day, and the inner room was separated by a screen.

There was a screen between her and him.

Su Yu looked at a thin quilt that slipped on Mu Ran's elbow, smiled bitterly, helped her straighten it out, and looked at her sleeping face, the corners of her eyes were gentle that she didn't even notice.

Reach out and pull the loose strands of her sideburns behind her ears.

He always remembered something at this point.

At that time, Mu Ran was still sitting in a wheelchair, and she once said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't help him tidy up the slippery brocade quilt when Su Yu was sleeping.

Whenever he thought of this, he always had to sigh and not be able to say a word.