"You're much better looking than I thought." Through the bright moonlight, Huang Lian could see clearly the person who pushed the door in.

It's still a familiar outfit, but with a different face.

He looked at it for a while, and then turned around: "But the figure is a little worse." ”

Before he could continue to comment, Ah Niu delicately untied the belt of his clothes, and the white bandage wrapped around his chest fell to his feet like a dancing sleeve.

"I take it back."

He smiled awkwardly, his eyes greedily at the woman who walked over step by step.

"I thought... You're going to leave early. She lowered her head shyly, although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't let go of her hands and feet, her hands clasped around her chest, and her eyes glanced to the other side.

"I'm a man."

There is no excessive disguise and appeasement, and there is no pretense of pretending to be a decent gentleman.

"Is my mother's illness cured?" She asked suddenly, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Alright." Huang Lian looked at her calmly, his eyes lowered.

Right and wrong are all self-evident.

The night is like water, gentle like a light yarn, and the story of the night should not be said.

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The sky was bright, the mist had not yet dissipated, but in this small courtyard far away from the center of Qingshi Town, it was lively.

The woman in Tsing Yi raised a bucket of cold water from the stream, and she who should have been a small jasper has long lost her reserved elegance.

Maybe she had to be ridiculed and vulgar by the young lady of the rich family in the town, but she didn't care at all, she was a cow who chopped wood in the house, and she didn't have the blessing of dancing piano embroidery.

She didn't have a lot of strength, but she still had the strength to carry the water, and the bumpy mountain road, the bucket swayed, and from time to time a few drops of ice water splashed onto the hem of her blue skirt.

She dresses as a man and has no women's clothes at home, but women always love beauty, and the young ladies and girls who wear skirts back and forth on the streets of Qingshi Town still make it difficult for her to press her beating heart.

Wearing a cheap blue dress, she was happy for a long time, but she still hid it at the bottom of the box because of her life.

This is the first time in her life that she wears a skirt, and in order to make the man she happy, look at her more.

She didn't put on men's makeup today, she brushed up the green silk of her shawl, she mustered up the courage and said to him, "Can you stay?" ”

The man didn't reply to her, and silently turned away.

She smiled, biting her lip, with relief, desolation, resentment, and ..... in her eyes Crystal tears.

On the path of Bluestone Town, the mist was filled, and a figure came from afar, and the sound of tapping and tapping footsteps broke the silence.

A month later

Qingshi Town is still the same as before, with the doors open to every household, and the villagers sit at the door, laughing and talking about interesting things.

It's just that the door of Orion's house will never be opened, and some people say that he met a wild beast and died in the forest; Some say that he left the town and went to live in a big city far away.

No one knows, and no one cares, one more and one less, for the calm bluestone town, it can't make any waves.

The same situation happened in the small town in Xufu, where Ah Niu resigned on the first day of Xu Chun's return and went home to take care of his sick old mother.

But something strange happened.

At the end of the night, far away from the center of Qingshi Town, in the corner of the mountain forest, a terrible and terrible cry frightened the surrounding residents to dare not sleep, calling out that there were powerful ghosts asking for their lives.

Faintly, someone heard the word "Huang Lian"!

The next morning, the surrounding residents, who had not slept all night, vaguely saw a man in black entering the mountain with confused eyes.

Huang Lian stood in front of the small courtyard and didn't take half a step.

The small courtyard in front of me has long lost its original vitality, and in just one night, it is overgrown with weeds, broken walls and ruins everywhere, and it is full of devastation.

The cold wind howled, blowing waist-length weeds as black as ink all over the courtyard.

Call~

He took a deep breath, stepped into the courtyard, and the moment he entered the door, he was attracted by two mounds of earth in the corner, the low loess mounds were covered with black grass, and two small gray tombstones stood solemnly in front of the tomb.

Huang Lian's heart sank slightly, and he never dared to go up to check.

The two tombstones were made very neatly, and the material was made of the half-cut ash trunk he left here, and it was embarrassing to see them become the tombstones in front of this tomb again.

He walked to the monument and looked at it silently.

The piece on the right reads, Adoptive Mother: Tomb of the Anonymous.

The piece on the left reads, Negative Person: The Tomb of Huang Lian.

He tightened the clothes on his chest, clutched the position of his heart, and felt endless pain.

After standing for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the house, his right hand reaching over the dilapidated wooden door, and for a moment a cold feeling like an abyss washed over his body.

His right hand was a little stiff, his heart was beating a little slower, and bad premonitions filled his mind from before he entered.

Bang!

The door opened, kicking up a puff of dust.

In the empty room, the sound of dripping blood made him breathe rapidly, and the red blood stains spread along the pool of blood three steps in front of the door to Huang Lian's feet.

Ah Niu was hanging from the beams of the house, strangled by Bai Aya's neck, and had lost all his life.

The cyan skirt she was wearing was already stained with blood, and her face was covered with bloody scratches, which was hideous and terrifying.

Huang Lian picked up the scissors in the pool of blood under her, trembled his hands, and hugged her off the white silk.

On the wall, "Huang Lian! You liar! "Seven large characters smeared with blood, full of resentment.

Her face was already a little blue, and the pain of suffocation was far less than the wound in her heart.

Although he had been dead all night, his eyes were not closed, and he stared at Huang Lian deadly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He reached out and stroked Ah Niu's forehead to his chin, his eyes still closed.

Again, it's still not closed.

Immediately after the third time, the eyes were still closed.

No matter how many times she tried, her eyes full of resentment always stared at Huang Lian, eager to eat them alive.

"I'm sorry." Huang Lian sat paralyzed in a pool of blood, looking at the big red characters on the wall, looking at her eyes full of resentment, and trembling lightly in despair.

Endless memories will always be in my heart, and the bits and pieces of memories will continue to be pieced together.

When Xu Fuzhong went to the kitchen with her to steal a family banquet, she had a pure and immaculate smile;

When she woke up in the backyard firewood room after seven years of coma, she was the only one crying and crying by her side;

When he saw Huang Lian learning Taiwu Jinyan, he apologized aggrievedly;

The surprise and cuteness shown when they went to the back mountain to watch the fire god together;

The shock when she was not blamed;

the surprise when she promised to help her heal her mother;

the shy red face when she learned that she was a woman;

the excitement of seeing the mother resuscitated;

the shyness of the night;

the anticipation that came to him after putting on the blue dress;

and the silent loneliness and grief when he turned around and let go;

All the memories hit his mind, no matter what Huang Lian thought, he would never have thought that she would be so strong, and she chose to commit suicide by hanging herself after finding out that her mother was dead.

Huang Lian hugged Ah Niu's corpse tightly, his cold body temperature soaking his heart.

"Why do you want to do it! Why! The roar startled the birds of the woods, and two lines of blood and tears crossed his cheeks, but no matter how much he cried, it would be useless.

There is no resurrection from the dead.