Having cried enough, Rose raised her head and looked around, only to find that her surroundings were very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, Rose remembered that this was the room where Wan'er was beaten. The door was open, and Rose must have run in on her own. The table and bed in the room were covered with dust, and the hollow and terrible crackling sound of that day seemed to linger in this gloomy room.

Outside the door was a dark and oppressive sky, and the hazy moon in the sky was covered by thick clouds at some point, as gloomy as Guojiazhuang.

Rose doesn't want to stay in this place anymore, she's not Wan'er, she doesn't have to stay here anymore. So Rose ran out of the room in a frenzy, and ran up following the instructions written on the yellow cloth for Zhoujiazhuang: 100 steps to the right and turn left......

She wants to escape from Zhoujiazhuang and escape from Wan'er's past.

The instructions on the linen cloth were so clear in Rose's mind at the moment, as if she had written them herself, and she ran desperately, through the disgusting courtyards, bypassing the injustice of Xiao walls, and finally leaving behind the white walls of Guojiazhuang.

At this moment, a thunderbolt rang out, and Rose was startled, and the thunder was exactly the same as the gong that opened the way in front of Wan'er that day when she was carried out to dip in the pig cage. Rose looked up at the sky in fear, and a drop of rain the size of a bean suddenly fell down, and fell on her face so cold that she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. Immediately afterward, other raindrops scrambled towards the roses.

Rose began to tremble uncontrollably, fear swam up her body like a poisonous snake, and then strangled her heart so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Rose opened her mouth in despair, trying to find some pitiful air in the impermeable rain. But the cold rain poured mercilessly into her throat, adding to her aching heart and the bitter cold. So she ran again, trying to get rid of these nightmares, and before she knew it, she was plunged into the dark woods.

The woods were already full of thick water, and there was a layer of intricate moss hidden under the water, which was soft to step on, but always tripping her feet. Without paying attention, her feet slipped and rolled several times along the flowing water, and there was a heart-piercing pain in her foot and neck. But the pain in her body couldn't compare to the pain in her heart, Rose gritted her teeth and raised her head from the stagnant water, looked at the black and oppressed sky and roared: "Ahh

But such a roar could not alleviate the pain in her heart by half a point, between heaven and earth, she was very small, as small as a grain of dust, and a small wind could blow her away.

Why? What did Wan'er do wrong? Rose pounded the ground and cried.

The cry mixed with the sound of the rain echoed through the woods, turning into a ghostly sound, surrounded by black and oppressive trees, and the leaves on their heads blocked the rain. These scenes carved a new fear into Rose's heart, as if some wild beast was hiding in the forest, so she stood up with her painful feet and limped on.

Finally, a faint light appeared in front of me. In the biting autumn rain, the orange light has a fatal attraction to the roses at this time, a warm attraction. The autumn rain had turned into a thread, cluttered between her and the warmth, but it did not alleviate the rose's longing for it at all. So the rose, which was already cold, involuntarily leaned in that direction like a moth.

The light was getting closer and closer, and finally, Rose saw a familiar small bamboo building. In the courtyard stood a cold man - Lan Bing, who held an oil umbrella in his hand and looked at the rose with a blank expression.

Rose didn't want to get involved anymore, and didn't want to face his cold eyes, so Rose turned around and wanted to leave.

"Rose Girl?" A very nice voice came from behind.

Rose looked back, carefree standing at the door of the bamboo building, with a surprised face, the light blue clothes in the black rain also had a thin soft light, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

The rain on the autumn night was bitterly cold, and Rose wanted to walk to that person, and she wanted to walk into the bamboo building. But seeing the man in the courtyard as cold as the autumn rain, Rose shook her head and resolutely dragged her injured foot away.

Although the road was slippery and her feet were sore, Rose did not walk slowly, she just wanted to leave everything related to Guojiazhuang far away.

Suddenly, Rose's shoulders were suddenly grabbed by someone, and it was a very warm pair of hands, and the beautiful voice sounded again: "Look what your feet have become, and you are still running, it's really not good." ”

Hearing this, Rose's feet softened on the spot, and even the person who carried her softened, and all the neglected pain immediately doubled to her brain.

"It hurts—" Rose said with a crying voice.

He walked around to the rose, and a pair of deep eyes flowed with soft ripples in the dark night: "It hurts, don't run anymore." With that, he picked up the rose.

Rose put her arms around his neck and accidentally broke a few of his hairs.

He took a breath of cold air and smiled faintly, "I also hurt." ”

Lan Bing followed behind them with an oil umbrella, but a small oil umbrella couldn't cover the two of them at all, so some beautiful droplets of water hung on his inky black hair, lining his skin as white as jade. The peculiar scent of his body also smelled well in the rain, and his pleasant voice made Rose's restless heart suddenly calm down a lot, and her hands were not so stiff.

Back in the bamboo building, there was a gentle yellow inside, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and there seemed to be a warm water vapor that made the small room suddenly warm.

"I'm getting ready to take a shower, so I'll give you the tub." He looked down and smiled.

Rose was tired, so she just nodded slowly.

He carried the rose around the bamboo curtain, where a large steaming bathtub was placed. He took a deep breath and placed the rose in the tub, carefully placing her feet on the rim of the tub.

The warm water immediately enveloped the roses, and drove her irritability to the point of obscurity.

"Thank you." Rose looked at his sleeves soaked with hot water and said gratefully.

The smile in his eyes became even thicker, so thick that even the rose at this time couldn't help but want to hook the corners of his mouth: "I'll go find you a few clothes, you will take it first, and buy it on the street tomorrow." After saying that, he lowered the bamboo curtain in the bathroom for Rose, and left softly with an oil lamp.

After he left, Rose took a closer look at the two feet resting on the tub, a little miserable. The corners of the pants were pulled into rags by bamboo, revealing countless red blood channels inside, a bit like irregularly placed buttoned meat. There was also a foot that was black and shiny, swollen and tall, and she tried to move, but the foot and neck were no longer reacting.

"It's so miserable, Wan'er, you're so miserable." Rose said to herself, not wanting to start taking a bath. Because she was too tired to undress in the tub, too lazy to move, and reluctant to stir the bucket of warm water. So she just soaked in the tub and didn't move.

I don't know how long it took, but someone asked, "Okay?" The voice pulled the rose back from her daze, only to find that the water in the bucket had somehow cooled.

"Don't worry," Rose promised to get up from the bucket, but her whole body was numb with cold, and her feet hurt very much, so she sat back heavily, and with a "splash-" splashed very high.

"What's wrong?" Carefree opened the curtain, saw the embarrassed look of the rose, shook his head and smiled: "It's really a child." ”

"Don't worry, I'm so tired, don't wash it." Rose struggled to put on a smile.

"Okay." He did not object, and walked over and picked up the rose horizontally again.

"I'm sorry, I got your sleeves wet again." Rose whispered.

"Don't worry, I'll take a shower and change my clothes in a while." His voice is always so good.