These days I have nothing to do, pestering Peier to take me to the suburbs to fly kites. It was a sunny day, but the rain came suddenly, crackling and smashing down, Pei'er asked me to cross the official road to the gazebo over there to hide from the rain, and she cleaned up the things we put here.

There was water on the official road, and my feet slipped and I fell to the ground, breaking my knee. The two horses galloped at a gallop and neighed so violently that the horse's hooves were forced aside by the rider before they stepped on me, and if he had not ridden me, I would have been either dead or wounded at this moment.

Before I could decide what to do, I looked up and saw the familiar face through the white rain.

The black hair was scattered on his forehead, and the drops of water fell along the resolute lines of his face, and the young man who had fished me out of the pool before was looking at me with his dark eyes.

"Childe, there is a gazebo next to it to hide from the rain."

He stretched out his arm from his horse and lifted me to the horse with ease, and the boy was no longer thin, but had grown into a handsome young man.

He dismounted and laid me down on a bench on the side of the gazebo, and I knew that my messy hair, washed by the rain, was a little out of shape, and I was a little panicked by the corners of my skirt.

He seemed to see my crampedness, took the clean coat that his subordinates had pulled out of their baggage, and turned around and draped it over me.

I accidentally saw his outstretched hand, white and smooth, and I couldn't see the slightest scar, and looked at it with a little curiosity.

At this moment, I was still sure that I was not mistaken, although he was wearing a mask that day, his demeanor and back were too similar, so I couldn't help but ask, "Have we met?" ”

He only glanced at me lightly, and there was a slight hesitation in his expression, and his subordinates looked at me and suddenly startled, and said, "Isn't this the sixth lady of the Chengguo family?" It's really fateful. ”

He was a little puzzled, but he still couldn't find the answer from his memory, and he didn't have the intention of asking.

He was not interested in me, and stood quietly aside, looking out at the mountains in the mist and rain in the distance.

His subordinates did not stop, and whether anyone was listening or not, continued: "You have forgotten that in the autumn of that year, you had a cold in order to save her. However, I heard that Miss Six had a high fever and burned out her brain, which is slightly different from normal people......"

No one cares what the subordinate is chattering about, he looks at the heavy rain, I look at him, the words are gentlemanly, warm and jade, think about it carefully, but that's it.

But each has his own mind, and each has his own silence.

When Pei'er came, the subordinate finally stopped, and after the rain gradually stopped, the two of them hurried on their way again.

He is a passerby, and people who are attentive will be wrong, regard accident as inevitable, think it is fate, but in fact it is his own greed.

There is always something indescribable and indescribable in him that attracts me, and the difference from what Yujing gave me is the kind of fit that comes from the soul, I thought about it for a long time, probably lonely.

This teenager who once saved me, the feeling that I gave me for the first time, the feeling that I have been thinking about for many years, turned out to be lonely.

I hadn't mentioned it to anyone, including Yujing, I was thinking about something else.

The man I met on the mountain that day always gave me an indescribable familiarity, he said that he had saved me, but I had the impression that there was no one else except this strange man whose name still did not know me fish me out of the pond.

This doubt didn't bother me for long, and I solved it myself.

That day, Zhao Fei invited us to Fenghua Pavilion, Yujing and Zhao Yi were training in the martial arts arena, and they couldn't come for a while, so Zhao Fei and I went over first.

Fenghua Pavilion is an elegant place that literati and artists like to go to, and the most unpopular here is the rich son who relies on the family lintel to show off his might, but he is extremely friendly to the truly talented.

Of course, most of the people who come to this kind of place are to meet friends in literature, make friends with all kinds of like-minded people, and there are also people who come to the reputation of Fenghua Pavilion, purely to make a scene, and the last one is to be quiet, spend a lot of money for a room, and then sit on most of the scenery of the capital.

For Zhao Fei, there may be one or two, but for me, it's purely about seeing the scenery.

As soon as I got out of the carriage, Zhao Fei was tripped by an acquaintance, and I looked at Mian Sheng and went up first.

"Qin Fang...... "I searched for the name Zhao Fei told me one by one, and finally found it around the corner.

This room looks a lot bigger than the others, it is a bit too spacious for the four of them, and I don't know what Zhao Fei's family does, and they have a lot of spare money to spend on it.

Without much thought, I pushed open the door and entered, two sharp knife lights forced my heart to startle, and before I could react, the sharp blade had already reached my neck.

The two people standing with knives on the left and the right exuding a thick murderous aura, but they controlled the strength very accurately, so they didn't take my life on the spot.

I panicked, took a step back slightly, and just raised my foot, and before I could even put it down, the blade stabbed unceremoniously, and was about to exert force, when I suddenly heard a sound inside.

"Stop, don't hurt her!"

It was a girl's voice, light and tactful, like the most pleasant cry of a lark in the deep mountains.

The girl also walked over gently like a lark, her excessively fair skin was glowing with a layer of soft light, her eyebrows were not the willow eyebrows of a standard beauty, and the eyebrows raised a little arc, which may be a little sharp on the faces of others, but on her face it was just the right amount of playfulness, and her light-colored eyes contained half tenderness and half indifference.

It was her, the girl in goose yellow clothes that I had seen in the Bosom Friend Pavilion that day.