Late at night, one person and one ride, through the vast night.

The horse's hooves were covered with soft cloth, so there was no sound when they walked.

Along the way, Xiao Wen didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and galloped wildly, until he was far away from the center of influence in Yundu, and then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His body hadn't fully recovered, so Yan Qing deliberately put medicinal herbs and a lot of silver taels in the bag he prepared for him.

Xiao Wen was grateful to this person who met him in Pingshui from the bottom of his heart, but did his best to save him.

Gu Li slept early last night and woke up early in the morning. When she had finished washing, she went to the room of the man they had rescued, to see how he was doing.

However, to her shock, she opened the door and it was empty, and there was no one in the room.

She was surprised when she saw Yan Qing dressed in white and walked in from outside.

"What about people?" She asked, confused.

"Gone." Yan Qing replied.

"Huh?" Gu Li became more and more shocked, "Why did you leave?" ”

Where can that person go in his current physical condition?

"I slept late last night and saw him leave quietly." Yan Qing replied.

"Then you didn't stop him?" Gu Li asked subconsciously.

If you see it, why don't you stop it? Just let him go?

Yan Qing laughed: "Why did I stop him? ”

"Since he has made up his mind, even if I dissuade him, he will not listen."

Gu Li thought for a moment, and felt that he was right, but he still sighed.

"His current physical condition is really not suitable for turbulence."

Since she saved him, she should be responsible for his condition. But she didn't expect the patient to run away on his own.

"Let's go eat." Yan Qing said again, a warm and warm voice echoing in her ears.

Gu Li didn't think much about it and went out to breakfast with him.

As for that man, fortunately he was out of danger when he woke up yesterday, and if he knew to take good care of himself, he wouldn't be in any serious trouble.

Whether he lives or dies depends on his own creation.

After breakfast, the two got into the carriage again and continued on their way.

"It's almost the New Year." Gu Li looked at the frost-covered trees flying by outside the car window, and suddenly said.

"Hmm." Yan Qing was reading a book, and when he heard her words, he responded casually.

"How did you spend the New Year before?" Gu Li asked him, her eyes looking at him, obviously wanting to talk to him about this topic.

"Still." There was warmth in his voice, but the words he uttered were not very warm.

"Never?" She frowned slightly, and asked. Never had a New Year's in anyone? How is this possible!

However, as soon as these words came out, Gu Li was stunned, and felt that she had asked the wrong thing.

His parents have long since died, and he is the only one left, so it's not the New Year's Day.

Gu Li was anxious, not knowing how to end, when she suddenly saw Yan Qing close the book, as if she was rethinking.

He recalled the distant past, which was so long ago that it seemed to be sealed in a thick dust, and it was only because she inquired today that he dug it up.

"Eat dumplings." Yan Qing recalled for a long time, and the two perfect lips opened and closed, but only these three words were spit out.

"Gone?" Gu Li was surprised, it was as simple as that.

She saw him think about it for a long time, and thought that he used to have a lively New Year's Day.

"It's gone." Yan Qing replied.

Gu Li hooked his lips and smiled lightly, feeling that his way of celebrating the New Year was really monotonous.

However, Yan Qing's next sentence made her unable to laugh anymore.

"I've only eaten it once."

Gu Li was stunned, only once?

"Not again." Yan Qingfu picked up the book again, and there was still a little smile on his lips. But that smile was different from usual, and Gu Li read a little melancholy and a little regret from it.

"Why only once?" Gu Li couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart.

She asked, and Yan Qing answered.

"I lived with my mother in Wenjun Mountain, and I didn't leave until I was thirteen years old when my mother died. Dumplings are inedible, and the only time I ate them was when my mother made them secretly. ”

At this point, he stopped abruptly.

However, the doubts in Gu Li's heart did not decrease but increased, why can't she eat dumplings? If it is because of the poverty of the family, there is absolutely no reason to eat secretly.

Is there anything else to pay attention to?

Perhaps, Gu Li gave herself an answer.

She saw that Yan Qing was looking at the book intently, with a faint smile on her lips, and returned to her usual calm and indifferent appearance. It seems that the melancholy and regret just now are dazzling and misunderstood.

In the end, this matter involved his deceased relatives, Gu Li was afraid that it would arouse the sadness in his heart again, so he didn't ask again.

Yan Qing looked at the book intently, without distractions.

Yet, for a moment, it was as if he suddenly saw his mother from the page in front of him, and saw her beautiful, careful, cautious, alarmed, frightened face.

It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and she secretly brought a bowl of dumplings to him.

It was twelve-year-old, and he had eaten dumplings for the first time in his life. It was also the first time she made dumplings for her children as a mother.

She was cautious and flustered, watching him finish a bowl of dumplings, and his beautiful but unattractive face was revealed

A relaxed smile, as if reborn after a catastrophe.

But then, her eyes were wet.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, eating a meal of dumplings is how normal it is for ordinary people. However, for them, it is such a normal thing, but it is an unattainable luxury.

Because she knew that time was running out, she desperately took the risk, wanting her children to eat dumplings once and have a Chinese New Year's Eve.

But it was such an adventure that made the mother and son pay a huge price soon after, and also hastened the death of their mother.

Yan Qing will never forget the gaze that his mother cast on him before she died.

Helplessness, guilt, resentment, worry, relief......

But she died laughing, even if the smile ignited the flame of hatred in his heart.

The carriage moved forward leisurely, and Yan Qing gently turned over the pages of the book, his expression unchanged, still indifferent.

It was all more than three hundred years ago, and if he hadn't been asked by Gu Li today, he wouldn't have been willing to think about it.

Gu Li was looking at the rapidly retreating trees outside the car window again, thinking in her heart that in four days, they would be able to get home.

I have lived there for more than half a year, met a lot of good people, and have feelings for it, so I naturally regard it as my home. Now at the thought of returning home, Gu Li's heart couldn't help but jump.

But she didn't know at the moment that the place she recognized as a writer was about to cease to exist in the near future, and she would have to leave it.