Against the backdrop of night, Qiu Yan was unconsciously a little tired, leaning against the wall and gradually falling asleep.

In the dream, he met the girl in white with a ponytail.

Qiu Yan looked at her affectionately in front of her, unable to extricate herself, as if she had known her for a long time, and couldn't divert her gaze from her.

The fluffy black hair brings out her fair skin. With her long black eyelashes, she was like a doll nesting on the side of the bed to take a nap, she slightly curled the corners of her mouth, as if she was having a sweet dream, Qiu Yan stood quietly in front of her, but she couldn't bear to wake her up.

The bright sunlight shone on her cheeks through the curtains, and suddenly an impulse came out, and Qiu Yan gently stroked a few strands of green silk on her mouth with her hand. She pursed her lips, as if she were still in a dream.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and suddenly found that the boy in front of her was staring at her intently.

"You.." She shyly wanted to say something, but she didn't. Suddenly put her forehead into the quilt, Qiu Yan lowered her eyes and chuckled, pretending not to look at her, she poked out the strange eyes, at this moment, her fair face had become crimson because of shyness, like the sunset on the shore of the sky.

Qiu Yan walked up to her casually...

"Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan, wake up!" The swaying sound woke Qiu Yan up, and he looked at the Tiankou of the dark hole with sleepy eyes, and a layer of mist above made the green mountains in the distance flicker.

"Qiu Yan, Anya is gone!" Xiao Sanzi stared at his eyes, shaking Qiu Yan's arms constantly.

Opening her lazy eyes, Qiu Yan scratched her messy hair, and seemed to be still intoxicated by a dream. "Uh-huh. Who's gone?"

"Anya!" Under the dim candlelight, the fire shadow flickered, and under the influence of the atmosphere, the face of the little third son looked gloomy.

"When did you find out?"

"Just now, when I got up to go to Xiaoxi. ”

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The former countryside has become a ruined wall, the mountains and rivers of the past have become a purgatory on earth, and the usual bluestone pavement is full of smoke and dust at this time. One thought turned the original Foshan into ruins, broken houses, bricks and tiles all over the ground, and a mess.

"Anya, where are you?"

"Juanya. ”

"It's not a way for us to find it like this, and we're not sure if there is still a dark thunder in the village, so let's do it, Xiaosan, you go west, Jiang Yue, you go east, I'll go to the south, and no matter what the result of the search is, after thirty minutes, we will gather under the big shame tree at the entrance of the town. ”

determined the direction, and the three of them parted ways.

The ground was still wet, and there were still droplets of water dripping in many places, presumably as a result of a previous explosion that had blown up the underground river that had been buried underground. Qiu Yan searched all the way south, shouting non-stop, and the clothes on his body looked very dirty because of the explosion, which was even more obvious under the sun. He stepped over a puddle of stagnant water, and suddenly he stopped.

In the sun, the cold wind of midwinter blows.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air with the wind. Qiu Yan turned around, his eyes were a little cold, he glanced around, and then slowly looked at the broken wall of the Hu family's inn.

Time seems to stand still, and even the sound of water droplets can echo in your ears. Qiu Yan stood in silence for a moment, then walked over. The sun shone down on him, stretching a dark and long shadow.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent ruins, and the cold chill always seemed to linger, like a world obscured by darkness. Qiu Yan tightened his shirt a little subconsciously, for some reason, the frequency of his heart beating was a little diligent, and for some reason he thought of Juanya.

He and this girl have known each other from the river channel where they first met, in fact, it is not very long, but their brief experience is like three ups and downs in the world. There are many times when Qiu Yan always feels that Juanya is a little stupid and self-righteous. While walking, I suddenly remembered the night in the basement, Juanya kissed her lips defenselessly, she bit her lower lip hard, and reluctantly let go for a long time.

"I'll wait for you. Those were the last words she spoke.

I touched my lips with my hand, and the soft, moist, and painful touch seemed to still remain on my lips. But thinking about it at this time, Qiu Yan found that it turned out that these days, every time Juanya smiled at herself, the sky was bright and the breath was warm. It turned out that he was never taking care of her, it was always the girl who was protecting the self who was hidden in the generous world and lost.

She unconsciously resembled the girl in white in her dream, pulling him out of the 'parallel world of her own self' a little, allowing him to stand in the sunlight and feel that little warmth, maybe not too much, but precious. It's like a ray of light shining through a dark cloud, not strong, but enough to guide the way.

Qiu Yan walked forward slowly, jumped over the rubble, waded through the mud puddle, and suddenly saw a black shadow lying on his stomach in the open space in front of him, which was a person crawling on the ground, motionless. Qiu Yan couldn't see the man's cheek clearly, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt as if the figure was a little familiar.

Lips trembled slightly, throat parched, nervous or afraid.

Qiu Yan didn't know, and he didn't have time to think about it, he held his breath and walked over slowly, and suddenly found that the smell of blood around him suddenly became stronger, and the source of the smell was emitted by the person lying on the ground.

An ominous premonition slammed into his mind, but perhaps it was so many years of training that had already honed his mind into steel, like losing the weak emotions of ordinary people, Qiu Yan did not exclaim, did not shout, and did not even lose his mind, he was like a cold emotionless machine, slowly squatting down beside the man, and then stretched out his slightly trembling hands and jumped over her body.

When his hand touched the person's body, suddenly, a sticky feeling hit his heart, and then, the man's body moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qiu Yan, and said in a trembling voice. "It's you. ”

Qiu Yan's body shook, looking at Juanya's bloodless pale face, and suddenly he only felt relieved, as if he had originally weighed a thousand heavy stones in his heart. He even lost his mind a little because of this, and then lowered his eyes and chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qiu Yan seemed to laugh out of her tears, and waved her hand. "It's okay, it's okay, I want to laugh when I see you. ”

Qiu Yan exhaled a long breath, only to feel that all his worries were insignificant. He suddenly felt that the sun was warmer and more dazzling than before. He smiled to himself, and as his eyes fell, he saw the palm of his hand lying on Juanya's shoulder.

His smile abruptly stopped, and his face froze.

In the middle of winter, his hands were blood-red, and between his palms and fingers were red blood.