The sun rises in the early morning, Qingyang City in March has faded a lot of cold, on the branches of the four lanes of the street, you can see new green shoots everywhere, in the alley where the sun does not shine is still a little deserted, at the end of the alley, there is a small courtyard, the courtyard door is closed, isolating the disturbance outside the door.

Suddenly, a soft "crunch" sound broke the silence of the early morning, the courtyard door opened from the inside, and a gray-clothed young man walked out of it carrying a few jars, walked two steps and suddenly paused again, turned back, came to a door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Ye Jin, are you up?"

The knock on the door woke up the people who were sitting in the room, and she suddenly came back to her senses, turned her stiff neck and looked out the window, only to find that it was already dawn, and she sat there all night.

Every night without sleep, the lost person is always like a lonely boat, going all the way up in the water against the current, struggling to row across her heart, leaving a fresh scar.

That year, he was tortured by a split car, his limbs were broken, his seven orifices were cut off, and his bones were broken, and she did not shed a single tear when collecting the body, and spent a whole night sewing up his body, and then sealed it in a coffin and buried it, and sat quietly in front of the grave all night, and her hair was full of green silk.

Every time she dreams back at midnight, she can always see the unrecognizable face of her sweetheart, the empty eye sockets, the limbs with broken joints, the palms clenched into fists, and the nails deeply embedded in the palms, which have become the pain of her life, and the pain flows in her blood inch by inch along the pulse of her heart every moment, never stopping. She had lost him for so long that he had become a thorn in her heart, aching day and night.

After seven years, she finally stopped being so panicked, even if it was already dark, the person she cared about had warm eyebrows and eyes, a satisfied smile, and she remembered his clearest appearance when he first met, and that was enough.

At the beginning of that year, the snow was slightly cold, the cold little boy was lying on the bamboo raft, his black robe was covered with a thin layer of snow, his face was as pale as paper, his thin lips were stained with dried blood, his face was covered with thin ice crystals, although his face was thin, the outline was very good-looking, his long eyelashes were also covered with ice crystals, and a few strands of messy hair were tightly attached to his forehead.

The young man's tightly closed eyes did not tremble at all, and the snort was cold and could not detect a trace of temperature, just when she thought it was a dead person, the eyelashes in front of her suddenly trembled slightly, and the young man's closed eyes slowly opened, Ye Jin saw a pair of dark pupils, reflecting her face, the eyes were bottomless, like a deep whirlpool, tightly absorbing her gaze, so that she couldn't take her eyes off, this glance, Ye Jin fell in, and never came out again.

She took the boy home that day, and that year made the boy live in her heart, and she didn't plan to forget it.

She told herself to live strongly, raise Ye Xuan well, and then spend her life missing him, even if she hurt her again, she was reluctant to take him off her heart, she was not brave enough to uproot him. Because she knew that it would leave a deep hole in her heart, that there would be winds that would go back and forth, and that loneliness would drift back and forth day and night.

Only on his memorial day, she allowed herself to take off her disguise to reveal her vulnerability, carry a thin bottle of mistletoe, send seven years of yin and yang lovesickness, and meditate in front of the tomb to comfort the seven years of life and death.

Ye Jin put on his clothes and opened the door, Qi Han stood at the door with a few jars, it seemed that he was going out to deliver goods, seeing that she looked in a trance, he frowned and said: "Look at you like this, I'm afraid I haven't slept all night, I've already made breakfast, Ye Xuan is also getting up and getting dressed, I'll go to the shopkeeper Yang to deliver the goods, you guys come back early." ”

Ye Jin nodded, watched Qi Han go out of the courtyard, cleaned up briefly, carried the prepared incense offerings, and went out with Ye Xuan.

At this moment, the street is still very clean, there are not many pedestrians, six-year-old Yun Xuan is the age of playfulness and running, she saw that the road was empty, so she did not lead him, let him run in front of him, followed behind, and began to lose his mind again in a trance.

Suddenly, there was a hurried and messy sound of horses' hooves, and not far in front of him was rushing a red pony, riding a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, delicate and bright, the girl raised her whip high, the horse's sideburns were flying, one man and one horse, galloping proudly.

Ye Jin came back to his senses in a hurry and found that Ye Xuan had run away.

"Ye Xuan! Get out of the way! She shouted in panic and quickened her pace to catch up.

The girl obviously didn't expect a child to run out suddenly, she was taken aback, and hurriedly tried hard to restrain the horse's reins, the horse's speed slowed down for a moment, and suddenly neighed rapidly, as if she was crazy, raised her upper body high, and her long mane flew around, the girl screamed, the reins took off, and her center of gravity fell off the horse's back unsteadily, and the horse took off the reins, no restraints, and rushed forward faster, the horse's hooves were raised high, and it was about to fall on Ye Xuan's head.

Ye Jin flew and pounced, protecting the child tightly under her, and then there was a heavy sinking on her back, severe pain followed, a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged up her throat, she pursed her mouth tightly, swallowed the blood hard, tensed her body motionlessly to protect the dead child, and at the same time hugged her head tightly, the sound of the horse's hooves did not stop, and the heavy pain kept falling on her everywhere, and when the horse was finally subdued, she was numb with pain all over her body, and she couldn't take care of herself, she quickly helped Ye Xuan under her body, Anxiously checked: "How are you?" Did it hurt anywhere? ”

"Mother, I'm fine." Although Ye Xuan was a little shocked, he still shook his head calmly and didn't let his mother worry.

"That's good." Ye Jin breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart at ease, endured the pain in his body, and struggled to get up.

"But everything we brought for Dad was dropped." Ye Xuan pointed to the sacrifices scattered on the ground, a little sad.

"It's okay, just go back and prepare another one." Ye Jin smiled, comforted him, squatted down to clean up the mess on the ground, and picked up Ye Xuan to prepare to go back.

Seeing that she was leaving, the girl hurriedly called out to her: "Hey—wait! You're hurt, I'll take you to the hospital! ”

Ye Jin hadn't slept all night, she was startled again just now, and her spirit was even more trance-like, she turned around blankly, and stayed confused for a second, before she suddenly shook her head and smiled at her: "A little injury, no need, I still have something to do, go first." ”

The girl grabbed Ye Jin anxiously, and said sincerely: "No, no, I hurt you, how can I let you go away like this!" If you don't want to go to the hospital, then come back to Yunfu with me, and I'll let the doctor in the house treat you, okay? With that, she turned back and asked the man behind her, who had been standing silently, "Is that okay?" Brother Zisu? ”

"It's good if you're happy."

The man's faint voice reached Ye Jin's ears, like a thunderclap that exploded in her heart in the silent night, shaking her heart heavily, and the blood on her face quickly faded.

Even though it was seven years apart, she could recognize it at once as a voice embedded in her blood and bones on the tip of her heart, a voice that would wake her up immediately even if she heard it in her dreams.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, looking in disbelief at the face that had never been far away in her memory.

“...... The three trembling words of "The shadow is ......, and the three words used up the strength of Ye Jin's whole body.

The person who was sewn and sealed into the coffin by her own hands seven years ago is standing in front of her alive at this moment.

The girl was startled by Ye Jin's instantly pale face, and stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes: "Are you okay?" It can't hurt your brain, right? ”

Ye Jin was unconscious, her eyes were staring at the man in front of her, but the other party kept hanging her eyes expressionlessly, without the slightest reaction, until Ye Xuan shook her hand: "Mother, what's wrong with you?" Aren't we going to see Daddy? Let's go. ”

The man's expression finally changed a little, he raised his unfazed eyes, swept lightly from Ye Jin's face, turned around quickly, and said lightly: "Enough, leave some silver for the mother and son, go home." ”

The girl was stunned, took out a purse from her arms and handed it to Ye Jin: "Give it all to you, if it's not enough, you can come to Yunfu to find me, my name is Yunjing, I am the second lady of Yunfu, you remember to come to me, I'll leave first." ”

A pair of figures walked away hand in hand, Ye Jin's face was as white as paper, his hands trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't hold back the dull pain in his heart anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes fell to the ground in a black light, his clothes and hat slipped off, and his hair was covered with gorgeous hair.

"Mother——! Ye Xuan shouted in panic, and his small body struggled to support her.

A figure rushed over very quickly, caught Ye Jin's body that was about to land, lowered his head and stared at the white hair all over the ground, his eyes surging with angry black mist, and his hands pinched her shoulders painfully: "Why is your hair like this?!" ”

Ye Jin, who was injured, gasped, frowned tightly, and shouted softly: "It hurts, ......"

The strength on her shoulders immediately lightened, she was picked up by the waist, the man got up and removed the anger in his eyes, turned his gaze to the panicked Ye Xuan on the side, and said in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, follow me." ”