On the long street of Cloud City, crying and scolding, the sound of panic and helplessness is gradually disappearing, replaced by a tense and orderly treatment atmosphere, Ning Fu a look, someone automatically stepped forward to help, the government, the people, the Lin family, the three forces, after a meeting with their own thoughts, because of a disaster, actually achieved seamless cooperation for the first time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qin Yan's arrogant temperament, after standing and watching from afar for a while, he also rolled up his sleeves to join the team, Shuang Rong had already had a lot of medical skills because of the hospital, and he was also sweating at this time, and he had long since stopped caring about his identity, and loudly commanded the Lin family and the servants to give him a hand.

In the face of disasters, the hearts of people who are usually disintegrated will be easier to get closer because of compassion, and similarly, people who have never integrated will also get closer because of coexistence, Ning Fu washed his bloodstained hands in the basin, looked at the busy crowd everywhere, and felt a faint emotion in his heart.

His gaze lingered on Lin Qingzhi, who was being thanked by the people of Yuncheng, and he couldn't move it for a long time.

Anyway, for Yuncheng, even if Lin Qingzhi's surname is Lin, he is still an outsider.

Even if no matter who does it, it will not affect their livelihood, and it will not be the same after all.

But after today's incident, presumably, there will be no such concerns.

Blessing or woe?

The moonlight rose faintly, and Ning Fu looked up, and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness in his heart.

Is it true that all good things have to go through such a baptism of blood?

After a day of effective treatment, the long street has gradually returned to calm, only the faint sound of chanting in the shops on both sides, as if floating in the moonlight.

Ning Fu hasn't rested yet, wandering around on the long street, there was a chaos during the day, dozens of deaths, hundreds of injuries, not many people were really killed and injured, but a lot of people died by stampeding in a hurry, Ning Fu was worried that the chaotic squeeze would squeeze some people into some gaps that were not easy to detect.

The broken clothes left by the injured on the long street trembled in the wind, as if a pair of hands were silently summoning spirits, a cold moon reflected the pools of blood everywhere, the whole long street looked like it was planted with blood-colored duckweed, Ning Fu walked slowly with cold eyes, picking up some items from time to time, gold lock plates, purses, embroidered bags...... Those memorials full of family and lover love are now no longer cherished by their owners.

Yuwen Moxian followed behind her, he didn't know what Ning was thinking, he just felt that the back in front of him looked a little lonely, his shoulders were thin, and the moonlight seemed to be heavy and unbearable.

He suddenly stepped forward and draped the thing he had been holding in the crook of his arm over Ning Fu's shoulder.

Ning Fu only felt that his shoulders were sinking, and something heavy pressed up, almost thinking that he was an assassin, and only then did he see with a smile on one side of his head, Yuwen Moxian pressed a piece of yarn sold by a shop onto her shoulder.

What's going on? Ning Fu grabbed the corner of the gauze tent, raised his eyebrows and asked him with his eyes.

Yuwen Moxian stood there, not moving, Ning Fu was surprised to find that his eyes behind the veil and mask seemed to turn—didn't he always either look directly at people, or just look down at the one foot and three inches in front of him?

It seems that it is impossible to get Yuwen Moxian's answer, Ning Fu sighed, wondering if Yuwen Moxian asked her to go back to rest, but suddenly heard Yuwen Moxian speak.

"It's not cold when you wear it."

Ning Fu was stunned again, and it took a while to react - was he afraid that she would be cold?

He's helping her put on her clothes...... Wear? ”！

She was stunned, clutching the not-so-heavy gauze tent, not knowing how to react for a while, her heart was a little sour, and she suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first time that Yuwen Moxian had expressed emotions like 'care' in such a bland scene.

He has always cared about her life and death, in his eyes except life and death, nothing else is anything, but in her feelings, this kind of care is more like a task imposed on him, he just goes to the rigidity to carry it out, just like he must wear azure and moon white clothes, there is no reason.

At the beginning of their acquaintance, he grabbed her and saved her, but she still felt his faint reluctance and disgust.

When did Hongmeng open up and penetrate this line of bright skylight?

The moonlight was cool, the long street was lonely, and the voice in the faint smoke was distant and indistinct, and she was silent with him in the wind of the winter night.

After a long time, she tightened the veil and gathered her body, as if it was really a cloak, and smiled: "Well, it's warm......"

Yuwen Moxian nodded with satisfaction, he also felt very warm, it looked warm.

Ning Fu was worried about how to walk with such a gauze tent?

When I wanted to walk back, Qin Yan was already asleep......

Otherwise his vicious mouth......

Fortunately, Yuwen Moxian has a deep foundation, and there has never been a sound when she walks, she went back lightly, and others only thought that she was afraid of injuries and couldn't bear to disturb, and when she passed by the door of the shop where Qin Yan temporarily lived, she realized that she was completely overwhelmed.

Qin Yan already had a small injury during the day, and he was busy helping the injured all day later, and he was already tired and exhausted, and when they ate together at night, they shouted that they would rather lie down with serious injuries, which was better than running around like this for a day, and at this time they had already covered their heads and slept loudly.

After entering the house, he immediately removed the gauze tent, and it was quiet everywhere, Ning Fu and Yuwen Moxian waved their hands silently and said goodnight, and when they returned to their temporary residence, they found that there was still light behind the curtain on Lin Qingzhi's side.

Lin Qingzhi didn't sleep either, he was quietly meditating under the oil lamp, the yellow circle of light fell on his eyebrows, he looked slightly tired, and his long eyelashes picked out a faint arc shadow under his eyes, showing a rare calmness and gentleness.

Hearing the voice, he immediately raised his head and said, "What are you going out to do in the middle of the night......

Ning Fu had just lifted the curtain, and his body had not yet fully entered, so when he heard this, he immediately subconsciously raised his eyes and held a hot ginger tea in his hand.

Lin Qingzhi's words were blocked in the middle of the road, and he opened his mouth to stammer.

This time, Ning Fu didn't understand the meaning of his expression, and said with a smile: "Huh? Does the big boss think I'm a clear crane? If it were a haruhusuke, what would you say? Want to scold him for arguing with you Qingjing? ”

"Where's the ginger soup?" Lin Qingzhi got up and pulled her to sit down, and Ning Fu saw that there was a light on his side, so he cooked a lamp to ward him off the cold, and did not mention that Fang had just gone out by himself.

It's so late, if she says that she just went around the long street again, it is looking for scolding.

Lin Qingzhi stretched out his hand and held the hot ginger soup with both hands, and the layers of heat spread out, and it seemed to float into his eyes, with a faint elongation.

After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said, "At that moment just now, I suddenly thought that it would be ten years later. ”