"I still regret it when I think about it now," Yang Ruilin looked to the side, holding one of Le Ping's hands and said, "I should care more about that little beggar, no, it's 'every little beggar'." ”

Le Ping stared at the hands of the two of them, unaware of the seriousness.

"There are a lot of beggars in this world." Leping shrugged.

"No," Yang Ruilin smiled, "There is only one beggar, and there are many. One equals an infinite number. ”

She slowly tried to withdraw her hand, Yang Ruilin let go first, and then interlaced her fingers, and even the two of them interlocked their fingers and put their palms together.

It looks ridiculous.

Le Ping was not very natural, but she didn't show it, just moved her toes, straightened her legs and lay flat. She has grown taller, and her seven-foot body is made of bones and muscles, which is very vivid in Yang Ruilin's eyes.

The old dryad, who had lived for an unknown number of years, was intoxicated with a comfortable atmosphere, and his expression was inexplicable: "Now that I think about it, the beggar probably wants me to give something to her, but she doesn't want money, a house, or silk and satin...... What can I give her? Still, well, really scared. ”

The warm hand was wrapped in cold ten fingers, the warmth flowing through his hand softened his eyebrows, and the coldness passed through her heart to calm her mood.

She looked at the ceiling and asked, "What are you afraid of?" ”

He probably, probably, maybe, should be afraid that beggars don't need alms. If one day the little beggar is no longer a beggar, then Yang Ruilin will become a beggar. Now he can still take advantage of Le Ping's weakness to spend time here, in order to fall in love for a long time, and when she becomes a phoenix, he will start again.

"It's hard to say." Yang Ruilin replied gloomily. Then, like her, he lay flat on the crowded cot, his even breathing was almost imperceptible, and the soothing fragrance of flowers came to his face.

He was afraid of turning into a dog wagging his tail, but because he was inferior and gave up what he had been pursuing for thousands of years, Yang Ruilin felt very unwilling.

Le Ping huddled at the edge of the wall, the small quilt she had laid to prevent her from dreaming and breaking her head, soothing her aching nerves.

In the past year, Le Ping has lived a very depressed life.

She could no longer write to her brother and the people of North Germany, and the flow of affection was cut off.

She has to deal with many members of the Le family, trying to gain a little bit of a voice, and at the same time, she also has to pay attention to the movements of the eldest prince Le Chengxiang, although Le Ping doesn't know why Yan Danren cares about Le Chengxiang.

Le Chengxiang did not have any manifestation of the awakening of the Fire Yuan God.

"Mr. Yang," Le Ping was a little sleepy, "I often feel that my future depends on what others think. ”

"Huh? Apple, your tone is a little pessimistic. Yang Ruilin turned over.

Their movements were awkward. Yang Ruilin held one of Le Ping's hands in front of her chest, while Le Ping was facing the wall, her shoulders out of shape. The man's hair was like wicker, strong and long, and spread on a small pillow.

"But I still have to tell you that the future is set, and everyone's ending is a handful of loess, and there will be no deviation. Me too. Yang Ruilin's lips kissed close to Le Ping's shoulder, and the bewildering words gradually seduced, "But you are different." ”

Le Ping laughed violently: "Huh, I'm not human? ”

She inadvertently saw Yang Ruilin's eyes, eyes that were no different from others, black pupils and white eyeballs motionless.

After laughing, Le Ping said, "Really? ”

"It won't be human in the future."

Sounds like swearing without swearing.

"Still human?"

"It should be." He placed her hand on his charred left chest, "It's not soft at all, is it?" ”

Maybe everyone is like this, one moment is gentle, one moment is crazy and desperate, and the other time is like now, cautious.

Le Ping used to be a child, but now Yang Ruilin is like a child.

"What do you stuff into your clothes, it feels like a stone." Le Ping moved her fingers as if unintentionally, and tried to withdraw her hand again.

Sleepiness swept over, and she was confused.

Life is like a forest, she doesn't know where she is going, where she is staying at the moment.

There are dead leaves everywhere, and under the eyes is the vitality in the annual rings.

The soles of her feet creaked, and suddenly a few vines hung down in front of her eyes, she was startled, and subconsciously swung her fist, even if it didn't work.

Le Ping clenched her fist and hit Yang Ruilin in the chest.

With a powerful punch, he curled up: "Ugh. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep......" Le Ping's sleepiness dissipated, and she raised her two hands, trying to do something to alleviate the impact on Yang Ruilin.

Yang Ruilin protected himself and did not let people touch him, and after a while, Le Ping heard a "click".

Something—cracked.

"See you tomorrow, Apple." Yang Ruilin's voice was hoarse.

"What?"

The pupils contracted, and the girl's eyes reflected Yang Ruilin's collapsed body in the early morning, turning into a piece of dead wood at a speed visible to the naked eye in a panic, the bark was cracked, the inside was dark, and finally there was only brown dust and a man's robe.

Just like the ending he said - a handful of loess.

Yang ...... Yang Ruilin?! ”

*

After the maid who replaced Li'er knocked on the door and came in, she suspected that the third lady was very dissatisfied with herself.

Otherwise, how could the bed be made full of sand? It's so hard to clean up.

Alas, who asked Li'er to accompany the fake third lady to the prince's mansion.

The maid silently picked up the dusty quilt and asked for a new one.

"Wait," thought the third lady, "put away the sand and put it in a separate jar so that you don't have to throw it away." ”

"Yes."

The substitute maid began to miss Li'er.

"By the way, you are not a maid in the first place, you have to worry about ordinary things, I will remember to tell the housekeeper to pay more money." Le Ping combed her hair and took care of it.

"Miss Xie." This maid is the daughter of Lejia's side, and she is a trustworthy person.