"You······ You are? The girl was shocked, and couldn't help but stretch out her finger and point at He Yan, unable to finish a word.

He Yan didn't seem to hear it, and walked straight forward until she stopped in front of the mourning hall.

She looked at her father, who looked like he was watching a good show, his eyes had narrowed into an arc, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, which was an emotion similar to gratification.

She felt that she didn't understand the presence alone, they all looked like they knew everything, and she could only rely on herself to observe carefully.

She stared at the plain white in front of the mourning hall, looked at it carefully, and her eyes did not leave her for a moment.

She didn't notice it just now, but now the more she looks at it, the more she feels that this person looks like a fairy in distress in the mortal world, wearing plain white clothes, brocade-like black hair hanging down on her waist, and her fluttering appearance like a fairy makes her heart tremble, and she is stunned for a moment.

Her eyes were firm but faintly despairing, but only for a moment, as if she was making some major decision.

At this moment, she lowered her head, her long hair falling loosely from her shoulders with her movements, and crossed a beautiful arc in the air, hanging quietly, as if she was silently pouring out at this moment.

The sun shone in and fell obliquely on her body, her side face shining in the light, her silhouette was so straight, so resolute, so moving.

She just knelt quietly, but she had a kind of beauty of the years, which made people yearn for it. Dressed in plain white, light without a trace of smoke, with a beautiful face and unbelievably beautiful.

She got up slowly, patted the dust on her knees slightly, her eyes were smart, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and as soon as she turned around, she walked towards them with a slow pace.

At that moment, the girl's eyes only looked down from top to bottom, and she never moved a point from this person.

Dressed in plain white clothes, the slender waist is not in a hand, a few strands of black hair are hanging down on her chest at the moment, she walks forward step by step, and her full breasts gently rise and fall with her steps.

A light breeze blew, clothes fluttered, and black hair fluttered in the wind, reflecting the white skin.

But the only drawback is that her lips are bloodless, and to put it mildly, the fairy has to become a female ghost at night.

"Thank you for taking care of my sister's funeral, I'm really unfilial!" Her tone was light, without any ups and downs, but there was a bit of hidden emotion, as if she didn't want people to know.

The man got up and looked at He Yan, the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, but in fact, it was only superficial, a bottomless stiff smile, he was the first to speak, "Master and apprentice, it should be!" ”

The girl didn't understand the twists and turns between them, and the questions in her heart were magnified little by little, and she couldn't help but open her mouth, "You are actually a woman?" ”

Although she asked her doubts, it was clear in her heart that this was an affirmative answer.

Sure enough, He Yan glanced at her lightly, nodded, and never said a word again, judging her from the two people she knew before.

The girl didn't say a word anymore, only stared at her out of the corner of her eye, and stood quietly beside the man, as if she didn't dare to come out, the female version of He Yan was so indifferent!

"You're tired!" The man didn't let go of any of He Yan's expressions, although he was worried in his heart, but after all, he had done what he could do, so he didn't think about anything more.

He Yan was very worried in her heart, she always felt that there was something hidden under the man's gentle surface, although it was not obvious on the face, but it always made waves in her heart, but she could feel that the man was good to her. Maybe it was the man's words of concern, she unconsciously said her inner thoughts, "I've always been tired, I've never been me!" ”

He looked at her, her eyes were still slightly red and swollen, and the dark blue under her eyes had not yet dissipated.

He lowered his tone and said slowly, "You have a good rest!" As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at his daughter and motioned for her to leave.

Unfortunately, she didn't see her father's eyes, so he had to reach out his elbow and touch her, and the girl was startled, and put her hand on her chest, and patted it gently, so that her little heart would not beat so fast.

She swept his father with cold eyes, but was killed by his father's eyes, which can be described as an angry glare, and she can only bow her head and be willing to lead the way.

She was unwilling in her heart, but she didn't say that in her mouth, she looked at the woman and said word by word, "Ayan, you have a good rest!" ”

Her implication was naturally that you have a good rest, and we will leave.

He Yan looked at them, nodded at them, and walked straight to the door. She opened the door, and a light pierced her eyes, so that she couldn't open them, and the tears flowed down her eyes.

She cleared her throat, tried to keep her voice low, and said to the person in front of her, "Be careful on the road! ”

"Good!"

Gradually, the two figures disappeared in front of him, and He Yan hung down weakly, letting his body fall down along the door panel little by little, as if his whole body was falling apart, and sat on the ground.

Her back was a cold door panel, and there was a cold floor under her, but the two were not as cold as He Yan's heart.

She was curled up at the moment, her hands around her knees, her head resting lightly on her knees, her eyes dilapidated but desperate, like a drowning person, struggling with all her might, hoping that the next moment that person would come again.

Second by second, nothing changed, only low sobs, the sound of heartbreak, nothing else, no sweet sound in the room.

"Ayan, help me see the beauty of the world!" The words echoed in her mind, and a familiar voice and smile seemed to be in her ears.

She put her hands on the ground, slowly straightened up, turned around and walked straight out, ignoring nothing, only one thought in her head, go out for a walk.

On the bumpy mountain road, an emaciated figure dragged a pair of legs and stumbled forward. Her eyes were foggy, and she just walked aimlessly.

The sky was terribly overcast, and the dark clouds soon covered the entire sky, blocking out the sunlight on her body.

She dragged her tired body and walked on the uninhabited mountain road.

With every step she took, tears fell, and her heart ached. She smiled desperately, and the rain was beating down on her little by little, but she didn't feel it.

The rain seeped into her eyes, and the tears flowed coldly on her face, and the cold wind cut her pale face fiercely, her lips were dry, and the whole person was extremely haggard.

The rain gradually stopped, but her brain was groggy, as if she would fall down in the next moment.

Not far away, there was the sound of horses' hooves stomping, accompanied by the sound of wooden wheels pressing against the branches, and they were hurrying towards this place.

At this moment, her mind emptied, and without thinking about anything, she took a heavy step, and then she closed her eyes and opened her arms, blocking the path of the carriage.

With a "whoosh", the man pulled the reins hard, clamped the horse's body tightly with his legs, turned the head of the car at the critical moment, and the carriage drove next to He Yan and traveled for a distance.

The man sighed lightly, turned over and dismounted, and when he turned around, he happened to see the woman's thin back, desolate, and his heart rippled.

The breeze blew gently, and the plain white skirt made a graceful arc in the air, and her body fell straight to the side.

When the man saw this scene, his body reacted before his brain, ran quickly to her, and then hugged her.

When he reacted, he was slightly stunned and realized that the woman was already in his arms.

The tip of her nose was the woman's tranquil fragrance, there were some slight tears on her face, and a trace of black hair was tightly attached to her cheek, causing her to frown frequently.

He sent his hand to the back of his ear, causing the woman to murmur, but he didn't hear a word.

It was drizzling in the sky, like a "spring rain". The air was filled with mist, and her eyes were hazy, and she only felt that she was in a warm embrace, and she unconsciously clung to it a little closer.

The man's body froze instantly, the expression on his face changed, he lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, he was still sleeping unsteadily in his dream, and a pair of hands were tightly wrapping his arms at the moment, making him unable to move.

The breeze blows, the sparse drizzle is like layers of thin veil, and the whole mountain road seems to be completely washed.

He looked around, then at the woman, and gently pulled out his right hand. Another picked the woman up, then walked to the car, got into the car, bent down and put her in the carriage.

He jumped out of the carriage, turned over and got on the horse, turned his head back unconsciously, glanced into the carriage, but his hand was in the whip, and with one force, the horse ran as fast as he could.

At first it was a drizzle, but at last it was a downpour, and the rain crashed on the roof of the carriage with a clanging noise.

The carriage galloped forward, leaving deep rut marks on the muddy ground, splashing with muddy water, and all kinds of sounds mixed together, as if they were coming from a distant time and space, and the people in the carriage fell into the most painful memories.

On that day, that month, it was also like this, the sky was dripping with rain, and He Yan was standing at the door of the orphanage.

The rain was pouring down; Thunder, rumbling; Memories, slowly pouring out; Heart, slowly falling.

She stood helplessly, letting the wind and rain beat her mercilessly, so that the pain in her heart would be less, but it was extremely useless. Instead, the wind and rain evoked the cold scene in her mind and chilled her heart.

She hugged the corpse that had lost its temperature, the body that had brought her warmth, she was wet all over, and tears were dripping down on the cold corpse little by little, as if she wanted to give her a little warmth, let her give herself a little response, but no one responded to her sweetly anymore.

The children around him gloated, without a little sympathy, and their eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and it was He Yan who wanted to die.

She turned her head and gave them a vicious look, sending chills down the child's back. When she looked at He Xiu's face, she only had a sweet smile.

"Let's stay away from her!"

"Stay away from the scourge!"

The children scattered in a hurry, as if they had seen enough of her misery and satisfied their mood to watch the play. So he left happily, but he didn't forget to scold her before leaving, with a sneer.

Her hands clenched into fists, her heart filled with indignation. At this moment, she aspired to be a doctor, just to round that unsaved life!

She wanted it, it was never her!

What she wanted, never made her live!

What she wants is just a beam of light from beginning to end!

I used to think that the rain on that day, that year, that month, was the most merciless rain in the world for me, your departure, my loneliness. When will my loneliness be gone?

Ask the wind, the wind only slowly blows on the cheeks; Ask the rain, the rain doesn't stop; Ask the sky, it seems to ignore it; Ask the ground, and it calls you to ask the heart.

When will she find her way home?