And Hua Muhan looked like nothing had happened, his expression was always light, Changting didn't take the initiative to speak, and he didn't pay attention to her. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Chenyan vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but because he was indignant about the sword, he was not in the mood to ask and think about it.

In the evening, Changting thought twice outside and entered Hua Muhan's bedroom.

Hua Muhan was reading a book at the table, as if she hadn't noticed her coming in.

She nervously went to make the bed, and from time to time she peeked at the desk.

The candle flame flickered, and when she saw her standing by the bed hesitating and not leaving, Hua Muhan said lightly, "Go to sleep." ”

"Right...... I'm sorry......" Chang Ting took a small step forward, lowered his eyes, and twitched with the sword spike with the fingers of both hands.

Hua Muhan put down the scroll in his hand, got up, walked to the bed and sat down, waiting for her to continue without saying a word.

Chang Ting faced him, raised his eyes and quickly looked at his expression, then lowered his head again, and his voice was low, "Before, I lied to you. My family is in Guhuang Town, Canglan County, and I have parents and younger sisters at home. By the time I was five years old, they were gone, and I was an orphan......"

"And your name ......"

Chang Ting took a deep breath, but he still didn't dare to look at the wise phoenix eyes, "This name was indeed given by the showman." ”

Hua Muhan looked at her silently for a while before asking again, "Then do you remember your real name?"

Changting bit his lower lip lightly, his voice trembling a little, "I remember that my father and mother called me...... Ah. ”

Hua Muhan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and his tone was a little slower and softer, "Why did your parents and sister die?"

Chang Ting's fingers twisted the sword spike, and the sword spike slipped off, looking up at him sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hua Muhan's heart trembled, and he saw the big boy who had always been strong, his eyes were rapidly reddening.

The long eyelashes trembled twice, Changting lowered his head again, and his tone could not hide the sadness, "There was a fire in the house and I was burned to death." ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Hua Muhan's eyes, and the hands on his knees shook slightly.

After a while, Chang Ting suppressed the sadness in his heart, looked at him sincerely, and said in a sincere and urgent tone, "I really didn't mean to hide it from you, I ......"

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Hua Muhan interrupted her lightly, "It's not early, go back to sleep." ”

"Then ......" Chang Ting asked him cautiously, "Do you blame me for lying?"

Hua Muhan slowly raised his eyes, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and smiled at her.

The big stone in Chang Ting's heart that had been pressed all day was finally removed.

She let out a long sigh of relief, gently stroked her chest, and a bright smile bloomed on her face, "But I was scared to death! I thought you must be angry with me and never forgive me." ”

Hua Muhan smiled lightly and threw a look at her.

Changting comprehended, obediently walked outside, and when he arrived at the door of the room, he didn't forget to poke his head and smile and say, "Combine work and rest, don't sleep too late." Also, this candle flame is dim, and after a long time, it will hurt the eyes. ”

Hua Muhan looked at her nagging appearance, looked at the big smart eyes that flickered, and nodded with a wry smile.

However, the moment the door was closed, the smile on his face disappeared, and his narrow phoenix eyes poured out a thick depression and coldness.

Five-year-old, too-five-year-old......

His right hand, slowly clenched and then slowly released......

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Lying on that small wooden bed, Changting couldn't sleep for a long time.

Hua Muhan's temperament is arrogant and indifferent, she is not worried that he will say anything about herself, but tonight's words evoked too many painful memories for her.

The night was as deep as ink, and I don't know how many times she tossed and turned, and I don't know how long it took before she fell asleep.

Faintly, it seems that the cry of a child lingers in my ears, sometimes far and sometimes near.

The cry was heartbreaking, and every sound was like a sharp blade that pierced her heart.

Immediately, it was Daddy's mournful scream.

She knelt helplessly on the ground, looking at the bloody hole that had run straight through her back from her former heart, frightened, frightened, and panicked with a pair of small hands to block the blood gushing out......

The little white and tender hands became blood-red, brighter than dye.

Then came the raging fire.

She saw with her own eyes the fire that burned her father's clothes......

Staring at the fire, she felt that there was a pile of dry wood in her heart, ignited through her body.

The fire seemed to tear her chest out of her body, and then, burn all the heavens and the earth!

She felt like her limbs were burning.

She was in pain, looking up at the sky.

At that moment, there was nothing but hatred and anger in her heart!

The hatred and anger seem to have nothing to do with Daddy's death......

Looking at the high sky, the painful moan seemed to turn into a sharp cry the moment it rushed out of his throat......

At that moment, she felt like she was being pulled into her arms.

She seemed to be able to hear the powerful heartbeat of the other party.

The faint fragrance of flowers drove away all the pain in her heart.

She involuntarily stretched out her arms to hug each other back, pressing her face tightly against that solid chest, for fear that this sense of security would be fleeting.

Looking at the trembling big boy in his arms, Hua Muhan's eyes were full of pity and shame.

It was he who reminded her of that painful past......

Chang Ting was shocked, closed his eyes tightly and whispered indiscriminately in his arms, "Little sister...... Little sister doesn't cry......"

Looking at the deep condensation of misery between her eyebrows, Hua Muhan gently patted her back and whispered softly in her ear, "Chang Ting, this is just a dream, just a dream......"

The body in his arms stiffened, opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his eyes in astonishment.

Hua Muhan smiled at her, with tenderness and pity in his eyes that he had never felt before, "You just had a nightmare, and your mouth has been yelling." ”

Chang Ting turned his head with great effort, suddenly, let go of the arms that were still holding his body, and stepped back at a loss, and said incoherently, "I...... I didn't mean to...... Didn't mean to make your ......"

Hua Muhan frowned, raised his sleeves with complicated eyes, and wiped the fine cold sweat on her forehead, "Lie down obediently." ”

Chang Ting's eyes moved slightly, staring at the white silk sleeves, as if enchanted, and obediently lay down on the bed.

Hua Muhan pulled the thin quilt to her shoulder, and smiled softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all over after a good night's sleep." ”

Changting's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at the deep phoenix eyes, and asked with a trembling voice: "Are you sure you are really not angry with me?" I am afraid that one day, you and Chenyan will hate me and hate me......