The room was very empty, and Shen Yuan remembered that this was originally a firewood room, but later it was too small and vacant. At first glance, there was only one table in the room, a freshly changed straw mat, and a layer of mattresses on top of the mat.

Guanying's hands were tied behind her back, lying on her side on the mattress, and she was still wearing the clothes of the day before yesterday, the tender goose yellow coat had already been dirty, stained with strips of soot, and the honey-colored golden phoenix mud skirt was burned off by the fire, and it was stained with blood, revealing a bare white greasy calf, and the wound was wrapped with a clean strip of cloth. Her whole body was wilted, completely lost her former pungent spirit, and when she heard someone come in, she raised her eyes from under her unkempt hair and glanced over.

"What are you doing here?" She actually took the initiative to talk to Shen Yuan, but her voice was rough and hoarse, like a dilapidated bellows, which was really terrifying.

There was no place to sit in the room, so Shen Yuan walked to the table, lowered his head slightly, looked at the warbler in the corner behind the table, and said in a calm tone: "Come and see you." I heard, you burned? ”

"Giggle......" Guan Ying grinned wickedly, her eyes staring directly at Shen Yuan, like a ghost in the dim light, "Look at me, look at me...... You are the only one in the entire Leng Xiang Pavilion who is so idle, giggling......" The ghost's eyes suddenly lit up, "Mo Yuyan!" You're here to send me to death! ”

Shen Yuan didn't take half a step back, nor did he react excessively, just stood there quietly and looked at her: "Why did I send you to death?" Guan Ying's eyes were gloomy, but Shen Yuan's eyes were temporarily extinguished, like an ancient well, wanting to suck in all the yin and resentment on the other side, but he didn't make any waves.

Guan Ying was still afraid of Shen Yuan in her bones, and after being stared at by her eyes for a long time, she first felt creepy - if I remember correctly, Mo Yuyan was only twenty years old, right? Why, why do you have such bottomless eyes?

The warbler instinctively curled up, and the pain in her whole body came from her movement, and she couldn't help it at all, and squeezed into the corner of the wall with a broken can, curled herself up in a ball, and kept rubbing against the wall with her back and arms, as if the cold wall could relieve some pain.

Neither of them spoke. Shen Yuan was waiting for Guan Ying's response, and Guan Ying was waiting for Mo Yuyan to bring the verdict. Guanying thought that she couldn't survive, the oiran in front of her was to take care of herself for the pavilion master, look at the wind hair cloak on her body, look at her high posture, facing herself a person who is about to die, she is not afraid at all!

Guanying wants to live, she wants to live more than anyone else. She has never had a good day since she was a child, but whenever there is a little hope, she clings to it and climbs desperately, but fate always gives her a blow to the head again and again. Her life is like being born cheap, she is afraid of being sent to Spring Eaves Lane, she has long been numb to the days of being trampled on, but she is still afraid of death!

She knocked over the lampstand, she just wanted to burn the straw mat to scare and scare the mandarin ducks, but she didn't want to burn herself! When the fire burned on her, she was so frightened that she shouted hoarsely, but fortunately it only burned a piece of her skirt and a piece of flesh, and her life was saved. She was happy and scared at the same time, at this time Mo Yuyan came, in a small firewood house, she was embarrassed, Mo Yuyan was still so high, it was really unwilling!

"What are you looking at me for? You speak! You say, how do you want me to die! "Guanying really can't hold on, she would rather Mo Yuyan scold her, even if it is insulting and beating! As long as it doesn't be like this, it can drive crazy people to be quiet!

But Mo Yuyan is just not as she wants, and it seems that it is dirty to say more than a word to her. In order to dissipate the smell of smoke, Shen Yuan did not close the door, and when the night breeze blew, the Oiran was cold, and he concentrated on the smooth and soft wind hair on the cloak. That circle of fluff is white and light, just like a dandelion that was blown by her mother when she was a child, and her fingers caressed it without leaving any traces, it must feel good and valuable, right?

The warbler was red and sad when she saw it, and her body was chilled by the wind, so she could only curl up tighter, eager to build herself into the wall bricks. The Oiran in front of him seemed to be deliberate, not to talk to her, and to turn around and leave, and not to bring the door with him. The burn on her leg hurt so much, it was hot in the cold wind, her lower abdomen hurt so much, and there was a thick bloody breath on her body that couldn't be dispersed.

Is this the verdict on oneself? Frozen to death in the night, there was no need to go to Spring Eaves Lane, and when it was dawn, he took a broken straw mat and carried it out. Oh no, maybe it won't be dawn...... Guan Ying felt it, and her body became cold a little bit, and she was about to fall asleep by leaning on the cold and hard wall tiles......

Seeing this, Shen Yuan didn't say a word, but his expression was smeared with deep compassion, like a statue of the Buddha's mother with no appearance.

"Hmmm......"

After some time, Guan Ying woke up, and she estimated that she was dead, and this would be out of her body.

She never knew that the world after death was so warm, and it was happier than when she was alive. She was still lying in that room, and the straw mat with the mattress was still under her, but it had become warm and warm, and she was actually wrapped in the wind hair cloak that made her eyes red, and the soft fluff just hugged her face, and it was really comfortable to the touch.

There was a small food box on the table, and there was a hint of tempting sweet fragrance leaking from the corners and gaps, and even the dim halo of the candle on the side seemed warm.

Keep looking, scared! Why is Mo Yuyan also there? Also died together? If you die, you still have to sit upright, and pretend to be who to see.

The warbler shook her head vigorously and tried to sit up, but when she moved slightly, she heard a "grunt" and a hot thing slipped off. The rope in her hand has been untied, and when she reaches out and gropes for it, it is a hard round metal object, it should be a soup woman, wrapped in a thick layer of coarse cloth, it will not burn, it is good.

"Awake?"

A sudden sound shattered the warbler's brief posthumous happiness. Why does Mo Yuyan speak? This is Mo Yuyan's voice, yes! Didn't they die together? Why, why......

Turning her head suddenly, the good-looking face of the Oiran after the candlelight was a little hazy, she had no cloak on her body, she was wearing a light green coat, her hair was draped, she was still so unsmiling, and when she saw that she looked at her, she said again: "You are not dead." ”

Guanying didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so she sat up with a lot of strength, her back was cold, and she quickly reached out and wrapped her cloak around herself, and didn't forget to stuff the soup woman into her arms.

Didn't die? Why don't you feel pain if you don't die? It seems that the body has also been wiped, no longer so dirty, and I have changed into a clean middle coat, and the pink color of the water is obviously my own.

"What do you mean?"

Without the previous madness, Guan Ying would be timid to talk to Shen Yuan. She didn't want to admit that Mo Yuyan saved her, asked someone to change her clothes and wipe herself, and arranged all this - she didn't want this little warmth to be given by Mo Yuyan.