In a drowsy state, Xiao Yimeng seemed to see the broken passenger car lying on the side of the road, broken glass all over the ground, car debris, and people who were thrown out of the car. There were wails and weepings all over the land. The wounded struggled, and the dead froze. Some ran towards them, others in a hurry.

She heard someone approaching her, and a man with black gloves moved his head and asked the person next to her, "Is that her?" ”

"It's her, that's right." Then, his head was twisted vigorously and broken......

"Ahh

She sat up sharply, gasping for air, her back covered in cold sweat.

After a while, her mood finally calmed down, and she found herself lying on a soft and comfortable bed. The room was dark, and I couldn't see the surroundings clearly, so when I reached out and touched it, I found that the wounds on my body were re-dressed with gauze, and even wrapped more tightly, and I felt a little mummified when I moved.

She touched her head again, well, it was still a pig's head, and it didn't seem to have traveled back to reality. She sighed softly and groped her way to the ground.

The moonlight poured a glimmer of light through the window, and I don't know how long I slept, but it was already night. The sound of the rain has long been heard, as if the noise of this world has been cleansed.

Pushing open the door, it is a quiet small courtyard, with a table and a piano in the courtyard. The stroker danced lightly with his long sleeves, and the strings were played, but he did not make a sound.

It's such a weird picture, Xiao Yimeng is already a person who has died twice, so naturally she won't be afraid, but a curiosity drove her to walk over in a ghostly way.

The moon-white robe, like bursting long hair, how could it be so familiar, and when it got closer, I realized that this person was Lan Lingyu.

"How are you?" Xiao Yimeng was surprised.

"Why not me?" Lan Lingyu stopped her hand, looked at her and smiled.

That warm smile melted her trembling little heart like a spring breeze.

"Why don't you have a sound when you play the piano?"

"Because I'm playing the heartstrings."

Wow, that's not a flirtatious treat. Xiao Yimeng felt that his face was a little hot, "What kind of heartstrings?" ”

"My heartstrings are only heard by those who resonate." Lan Lingyu stood up, her thin figure looked a little thin in the night, and the shadow wandered on the ground so lonely.

"It doesn't look like we resonate anymore." Xiao Yimeng was slightly disappointed. She hugged her arms and felt that the autumn night after the rain was so cold! Without the warmth of a lover, no matter how tightly the gauze wraps on the wound, it can't resist the chill in the soul.

Suddenly, a cyan brocade coat was draped over her body, and warmth hit her instantly.

"Not necessarily, but your poem touched me." Lan Lingyu walked with her hands in her hands and slowly recited a poem: "The heavy rain pours my mind, and I hate three thousand miles." Don't think about the suffering of the common people, and the floating corpse is an ant. ”

This poem is so familiar, Xiao Yimeng couldn't remember it for a while.

"Just being bullied once, you can have such hatred, it seems that the resentment in your heart is not small." Lan Lingyu's eyes stared at Xiao Yimeng, as if she wanted to see something.

Could it be that this is the verse he shouted before he fell unconscious? But I didn't do it myself. Painting, taekwondo, and the conversation and interrogation skills that my father taught me, and I have no other specialties, where did this ability to compose poetry come from? Is it a subconscious golden finger?

Xiao Yimeng smiled bitterly, "Maybe there are thousands of ways to die, but I am unwilling to die in this way." She tightened the brocade fur on her body and asked, "Did Childe save me?" ”

"Hmm."

"Do you know how to heal?"

"I know a little bit about it."

"You bandaged the wound for me?"

"Yes."

Looking at Lan Ling's indifferent expression, Xiao Yimeng was entangled for a moment, and muttered in a low voice: "Then I'...... Not all of them are ...... by you See? ”

"Doctor, all you see is the pain of injury and illness, and you won't think about it, so the girl doesn't have to worry about it. Besides, your injuries are too serious and your body is incomplete, how can you ......"

He coughed lightly twice and didn't say any more.

Xiao Yimeng looked at him with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, and there were some small setbacks in his heart, it seemed that this body really didn't have any posture, and it didn't even make people have a little bad thoughts, it was really a failure.

Seeing that she was silent, Lan Lingyu thought that Xiao Yimeng was still worried about this matter, so she said: "I'm really sorry, I didn't bring a female doctor when I went out this time, and I have a lot of inconvenience in entering and exiting this Genyue Mansion, so I can't help you find a palace maid to help you change your clothes, and I hope the girl will understand." ”

"It's okay, thank you sir for saving your life." Xiao Yimeng hurriedly gave a salute, "I don't know if Lan Gongzi is the pianist here?" ”

Lan Lingyu was worried, it turned out that this girl thought that she was a performing piano master, but this was just right, and there was less explanation, "It can be understood like this, what about you, girl?" ”

"Me? I'm Lan Xiuxuan's artist, what's wrong? Isn't it like? ”

Hearing this, Lan Lingyu seemed to think of something and asked, "Is that it, I wonder if the girl can draw a portrait for me?" ”

Wow! ~ For the portrait of a handsome guy, it is naturally impossible to ask for it, so that you can stare at him arrogantly and brightly. Even if you can't take possession of him, at least it's beautiful! Xiao Yimeng felt a little excited in his heart, "This is naturally possible, but I don't have any painting tools around me?" ”

"Don't worry, wait until you're healed. You've been in a coma here for three days and three nights, and you won't have any trouble returning to Lanxiuxuan, right? ”

"What? Three days and three nights? So long? ”

"yes, otherwise how could your broken hands and feet be healed so quickly."

"That's not good, I have to go back quickly, Yinwen still needs me to save her." Xiao Yimeng suddenly worried about his best friend, and he didn't care at all, it only took three days and nights to heal most of his serious injuries.

"How are you going to save it? Find someone to fight again? Can you beat the guy who injured you? ”

"This ......" Xiao Yimeng hesitated for a moment, and then said with a firm gaze: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight, I must save people." ”

"Okay, I like your character who is not afraid of death and dares to die. I can't help you with anything else, but I can promise you one thing. No matter who you fight with in the future, as long as you don't get killed on the spot, I can cure you. ”

Xiao Yimeng gasped, "Childe, are you blessing me for being beaten half to death every time?" This promise is a bit of a mixed blessing for me! ”

"Hahaha, you are the first person to make me Lan Lingyu say such a promise!"

"It seems like you're so powerful, okay, it's getting late, so let's not talk to you, let's rest early!" Xiao Yimeng turned around to go back to the house, but saw Lan Lingyu returning to the stone table, as if she was about to play the piano again.

"Lan Gongzi, why don't you sleep?"

"Uh...... This one, there is only one bed. Lan Lingyu said embarrassedly.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm not afraid of squeezing!"