It's getting late, especially in the mountains, and it's always darker than outside.

The lights in the wooden house were bright, Qian's mother was still busy in the kitchen, and Qian's father was watching TV in the living room of the wooden house. The driver who drove and his entourage had already driven back, and even Ronglin's instructions said that Qian Xiaomo needed to recuperate, so there was only a medical team of doctors and two nurses left, and the rest of the people were gone, and there was not even a car left.

Qian Xiaomo stood by the lake, looking at the distant convoy, and thinking that she was in the deep mountains, the sky was dark, and she inexplicably felt imprisoned. A cold mountain breeze blew, blowing her long black hair, Qian Xiaomo clasped her shoulders with her hands, and shrunk her body, if it was really imprisoned, she also imprisoned herself.

"Momo... Look, is it good-looking? Do you want to stick it in the head of your bed? ”

Qian Xiaoxiang didn't know where to pick a bunch of wildflowers with extraordinarily gorgeous colors and couldn't be named, the fragrance was fragrant, so strong that it made Qian Xiaomo feel like nausea.

"The more beautiful the things in the mountains, the more you have to be careful of poison."

Lian Ronglin's voice and his footsteps sounded, Qian Xiaoxiang frowned, and smashed the flower to the ground.

"Am I going to hurt my own sister? Hum... I went to the kitchen to help. ”

Qian Xiaoxiang put down the next sentence, and left angrily without looking at Lian Ronglin.

Lian Ronglin looked at Qian Xiaomo puzzled, "How did I provoke her?" ”

Qian Xiaomo remained motionless, looking at the quiet lake in front of her, "You'd better not provoke her..."

Seeing her shrinking into a ball, Lian Ronglin stepped forward and draped the thin blanket in his hand over her.

"It's cold in late autumn in the mountains, especially at night, and it's even colder by the lake."

"Sometimes, it's just that you need this coldness to keep yourself calm."

Even Ronglin was silent, the lake was so quiet that he could hear the sound of the wind blowing through the water, and he didn't know whose heartstrings he had stirred.

"Dr. Ou said that you are in good condition, and I can finally rest assured, I am worried that your mood will move your fetal gas."

"Rest assured, from now on, I won't be sad and desperate anymore. Life should always be full of hope. ”

Qian Xiaomo raised her eyebrows and watched a bird that returned late flew across the lake and flew towards its home.

Lian Ronglin still stared at her side face intently, under the cover of night, the yellow lamp hanging from the corner of the eaves of the wooden house sprinkled a warm yellow beam, outlining her slender and weak body, but the pair of big eyes under the lake light were deep and bottomless, and there was a kind of perseverance and hope flashing in it.

I can't tell why, Lian Ronglin always thinks Qian Xiaomo is weird.

Whether it's good or bad, he can't say.

"How long do you want us to stay here?"

"If you like it, you can stay until you give birth, if you don't like it, you can stay for a few days and go back."

"Why do you always accommodate me? Always want to help me? ”

Qian Xiaomo frowned, since Lian Ronglin knew about the prenatal paternity test, why didn't he sue her?

Could it be that he knows better than she who this child is?

Lian Ronglin smiled, and Qian Xiaomo stood side by side blowing the wind, saying implicitly and meaningfully, "You are the one who found the magic lamp, and you are also the one who found me to release my soul." ”

Qian Xiaomo turned his head to look up at Lian Ronglin, his eyes were facing each other, and he smiled deeply and warmly.

She remembered that when she first met him, the warmth in his eyes was impossible to look at.

And the person who can have this kind of warmth will definitely be the happiest person in the world.

But this person won't be her.

The blue lake gradually turned inky, a little smoke rose from the chimney of the wooden house, and the fragrance of rice permeated the whole mountain, but there was no laughter and laughter in the past, but Qian Xiaomo's appetite was very good. This is the first time since she became pregnant that she is in the mood to eat, and she still wants to eat after eating.

"Take your time, there's still food."

Qian's mother sandwiched an egg with chopsticks for Qian Xiaomo, and even Ronglin served her a bowl of chicken soup.

Inside the wooden house is the simplest and warmest, but outside the wooden house, there is a cold moonlight and the shadows of the trees, and a thick chill.

"I'll clean it up."

After the meal, Qian Xiaoxiang tidied up the table, and everyone got up to help.

Dad Qian was tired, Mother Qian first waited for Dad Qian to wash up in the master bedroom, Qian Xiaoxiang avoided it, and even Ronglin went back to the room early.

Qian Xiaomo stood in front of the sink washing dishes, facing a window, and could see the hazy moonlight outside the window.

Suddenly, as soon as she raised her eyes, a black figure hurriedly flashed through the shadows of the trees outside the window, and disappeared in a moment.

Qian Xiaomo was so frightened that the plate in her hand shattered to the ground with a clatter, and Lian Ronglin, who was startled, hurriedly walked over, looking nervous, "What's wrong?" ”

"Outside ......"

Lian Ronglin frowned and looked at Qian Xiaomo's gaze, but there was nothing outside the window except for the rustling shadows of the trees.

"What's going on out there?"

“…… I...... I just saw ...... Someone ......"

"Where did the people come from? It's supposed to be the shadow of the tree, you read it wrong. ”

Lian Ronglin put his arm around Qian Xiaomo's shoulder and comforted him, with a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qian Xiaomo leaned out and took a few more looks, there was indeed only a swaying shadow of the tree, and in a flash, it really looked like a person.

"Probably...... Maybe I'm mistaken......"

Qian Xiaomo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her pale face gradually turned bloody.

Lian Ronglin took the dishcloth from her hand and put it in the sink, "You go upstairs to rest first, I'll clean it up here." ”

Qian Xiaomo nodded, always palpitating, and looked out the window a few more times before going upstairs accompanied by Lian Ronglin.

The second floor is a long corridor, and the staircase is right in the middle of the corridor, and there are rooms standing on the left and right sides of the staircase.

Qian Xiaomo walked to the left, but Lian Ronglin suddenly grabbed her, "I'll rearrange a room for you." ”

"Re?"

"Follow me."

Qian Xiaomo followed behind Lian Ronglin in confusion and walked to the right, only then did she find that there was a door in the corridor on the right that had been ignored by everyone just now. Because this door was completely mixed with the structure of the wooden house, it wasn't until Lian Ronglin opened the door that Qian Xiaomo found that there was a series of stairs behind the door, and she could go up.

After going up, Qian Xiaomo found out that this was the attic. There is a large window in the attic, and under the window is a long leather sofa on which you can lie and watch the moon and stars. The other layouts are also different from the layout of other rooms in the wooden house, more simple and generous, comfortable and romantic, the floor is also covered with red fluffy European carpets, and the sofas, beds, and cabinets are covered with fluffy blankets, which suddenly weakens the coldness and hardness of the wooden house, and adds more warmth and tenderness.

"This is something I arranged for you, do you like it?"

"You don't have to go to such painstry."

"But I feel very sweet in my heart, not bitter at all."

Qian Xiaomo was speechless for a while.

Lian Ronglin clapped his hands and said with a smile: "You rest early, I'll go out first." ”

Qian Xiaomo looked at Lian Ronglin's back, watched him close the door, and listened to his footsteps going down the stairs.

Lian Ronglin stood on the second floor, turned around and closed the door at the staircase, his eyes deep and stern in a puzzled manner.

He turned to look out into the hallway into the night, quiet and beautiful, but his face was colder and paler than the moonlight.

Lian Ronglin turned off the light on the first floor of the wooden house, and the darkness rushed in, and by the moonlight, he could only barely see his moving figure. He turned off the wall lamp in the corridor on the second floor again, and could only see the faint light shooting out from under the crack in the door of the room between Qian's father and Qian Xiaoxiang.

He went back to his room, closed the door, turned off the light, and before long all the light in the cabin was extinguished.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, quietly, and they all fell asleep.

The night wind is howling, the shadows are swaying, and the night in the mountains is always full of mysterious strangeness, which makes people uneasy.

Qian Xiaomo turned over on the bed, and the rustling of the trees sounded in her ears like someone's cry, making her so scared that she couldn't sleep.

At this time, the flashing red light at the door of the wooden house suddenly went out. The red light is a sign of the operation of the security system of the wooden house, it suddenly goes out, and it is not known who stopped the operation of the security system.

Not long after the red light went out, there was a sudden creaking sound from the window on the first floor, a sharp dagger pulled out the latch, a pair of black gloves reflected in the moon, the window was skillfully opened from the outside, and a dark figure slowly crawled across the kitchen sink, like a female ghost crawling out of the TV... He managed to stand in the living room of the wooden house without making a sound, as if he did not have a zài.

The silver moonlight inexplicably glowed with an eerie dark blue, frivolously floating over the man's face, black mask, black pullover, and black leather shoes, making it impossible to see the face and the man and woman. He looked around and walked straight up the stairs, without hesitation or bumps, and it was evident that he was very familiar with the interior of the cabin.

Qian Xiaomo turned over on the bed again, it was really difficult to sleep, she could only turn on the bedside lamp and sit up.

She glanced at the time, twelve o'clock in the night.

Qian Xiaomo sighed, lifted the quilt and walked to the sofa under the window, unable to sleep and could only stare at the moon in a daze.

She doesn't know that a door is the distance between life and death...

The moonlight was mottled, and the black shadow of the foreign invasion did not hesitate, and went straight to Qian Xiaomo.

The black leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, and his steps were as light as the wind, without even making a sound, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a messenger of the night. He cautiously looked back to make sure he hadn't alarmed anyone. The right hand held the sharp dagger tightly, it was so bright that the moonlight refracted on it, and he didn't dare to stay too long.

Qian Xiaomo was lying on the sofa and was too empty, thinking about the past, thinking about Lei Ming, thinking about the child in her belly, thinking about it, she couldn't sleep anymore, and she was thirsty. She got up and looked in the attic, there were cups, but no water.

She pursed her lips and took her cup, thinking that she would have to go downstairs to the kitchen to get some water.

Qian Xiaomo turned around and walked towards the door, her slippers rustling against the floor.

At this moment, the black shadow had also crept to move outside Qian Xiaomo's door.

The flow of air suddenly accelerated, and Leng Yue hid behind the floating clouds, and the two of them ...... at the same time

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