She pulled open a corner of the tent, and the cold wind poured in, mixed with a beam of clear sunlight.

Feng Yilan was stunned and laughed at herself: "The further west you go, the longer the days become, some people say that the sun will never set in the Tianshan Mountains." ”

Two men immediately stepped forward to seal the tent.

The older one said, "The guests will be back before dark." ”

Bayi and Bamutu are a pair of Uyghur brothers, who make a living by reselling jade, and the eldest sister Kuwan Khan married the head of the red handkerchief, and the family has close contacts with Xianmen.

Bamutu skillfully cuts the lamb: "The guest has been healed and has a good appetite lately. ”

Bayi also helped: "Yes, you don't have to worry. ”

"I'm not worried about that." , Feng Yilan sighed, and stopped talking.

Yuntian still had a breath left when he was found, Feng Yilan didn't have much hope, but it was such a charcoal-like thing, and he really survived, but he was disabled, and I am afraid that he will have to change careers in the future.

She asked uneasily, "During the time I was away, was there really no one who came?" ”

Bamutu: "No, who else would come to such a place except sheep?" ”

He thought he was silent, and laughed, Feng Yilan's face was gloomy and he ignored it.

Bayi covered Bamutu's mouth: "Shhh ”

He bowed his head apologetically to Feng Yilan: "The quarry is surrounded by cliffs on all sides, and no one will come." ”

Feng Yilan said in a low voice: "I hope so." ”

This place is only a few dozen kilometers away from the border, the terrain is steep, the climate is harsh, ordinary people dare not set foot easily, even so, it is only a matter of time before Duan Mingzhang finds here.

She absentmindedly tore at the mutton with her teeth, and the ground under the tent suddenly shook.

Bamutu was overjoyed: "The guest is back!" ”

Feng Yilan dropped the mutton and walked out of the tent, only to see a horse dressed in the sunset, galloping, the gravel under his feet splashed, and the rider on horseback was like a waterfall, like a flag waving in the wind.

Bayi opened the wooden box: "What you are thinking about!" Brought it to you! ”

As soon as Feng Yilan wanted to stop it, Bamutu picked up the long knife in the wooden box and threw it over-

At that moment, the long knife was thrown into Yuntian's palm, he caught the knife, spun around in the air, removed the scabbard, and held it firmly in his hand.

An inch of snow-white skin was exposed under the long sleeves, and Yun Tian stopped the horse and wiped the thin dust off the blade with two fingers.

Engraved on the knife, the word "Xuyi".

The light of the sword is like snow, and the people are also like snow.

Three Buildings of Heping Community, 1702.

Wang Xu went far away, and before leaving, he gave the key to Lu Yiwei and asked him to take care of the potted plants on the balcony.

The four numbers of "1702" have been mottled by the years, and few people have paid attention to it, Lu Yiwei wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened the door into the house.

"He lives not far away, 1702, three buildings in Heping Community, the house is very big, I also bought a double bed, I haven't slept a few times."

Fu Yang and Jian Fengjun used to be a couple, the relationship was good to the point of living together, and then Fu Yang had an accident, his throat was poisoned, and people became crazy and stupid, and before the murderer was found, Jian Fengjun disappeared like the world evaporated, and the owner of the house was replaced by Wang Xu, and what is even more strange is that even this "Wang Xu" is an impostor, Daxia Chinese Network

True and false, false and true. Lu Yiwei never realized that the world he lived in was so complicated.

It's also strange to say that Wang Xu suddenly doesn't like to tidy up the house recently, and the reference book is thrown on the ground after reading, and half of the living room is covered with flowers.

The garbage bag in the kitchen is full of soy milk packaging boxes, and judging by the quantity, Wang Xu should have drunk soy milk as water recently.

Lu Yiwei couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, so he casually picked up a cardboard box, filled it with water, and went to the balcony in a daze.

Fresh air poured into his nose, Lu Yiwei sniffed hard, then looked down and was stunned.

A strong wind struck, and the back of his head ached, and the world in front of him spun rapidly until it turned into darkness. At the last second of consciousness, Lu Yiwei remembered that Wang Xu's family had never planted potted plants at all.

In the land of cherry blossoms, Ganesha, the elephant-headed god, is regarded as the god of consummation.

The elephant head mask has been completed, after the eyes are lit, it looks like it is finally a little less evil, and it has some auspicious meaning, when Lu Yiwei opened his eyes, this colorful mask was dangling in front of him, he didn't think much about it, and slapped it-

"Shhhh Hurt! The masked man cried out in pain.

"I'm in pain, too." , Lu Yiwei touched the back of his swollen head.

The man sat back in his chair: "You're still young, it's okay to take a hit." ”

Lu Yiwei looked around, this place he had been to before, it was the secret room of Wang Xu's family, the ancient books preserved in the glass cabinet were gone, and the desk was empty, as if no one had ever been here.

"I'm afraid you'll scream, so I'll knock you out." The man took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and didn't smoke it, holding it between his fingers and watching it burn little by little.

He was thin, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was skinny, and his black hair was piled up messily on top of his head, shiny.

In contrast to the appearance is the voice, this person has a good voice, the timbre is mellow and peaceful, the clear pronunciation adds a bit of edges and corners to the voice, and when he speaks, he is not in a hurry or slow, and he is very orderly, Lu Yiwei's heart trembled, and there was a feeling of déjà vu.

The man just knocked him unconscious and brought him here, and did not restrict his movements, and Lu Yiwei was not polite, stood up and stretched a big lazy waist.

Through the afterglow, Lu Yiwei saw the man looking at him coldly.

He lowered his arm and asked in a relaxed tone, "It's August now, isn't it hot to wear a mask?" ”

After a pause, he took a deep breath: "Jian Fengjun? ”

Jian Fengjun's hand was on his knee, and the moment Lu Yiwei called out his name, his hand clenched his knee tightly.

Lu Yiwei: "You spoke in my mother's videotape, your voice... It's easy to hear. ”

Jian Fengjun's Adam's apple rolled: "Voice..."

He lowered his head: "Ah, yes, voice." ”

Stretch out your trembling hand and slowly remove your mask and put it in your hand.

Jian Fengjun looked up, and the limited light fell on his face, casting shadows between those ravines. His face was covered in scars, his nose was torn apart by the texture of his skin, tilted to one side, and his left eye was out of focus.

The cigarette burned to the point that only one cigarette butt remained, and Jian Fengjun bit the filter and took a puff. The smoke blurred his face, and he lowered his head again: "I had an accident when I was a child, and it became like this." ”

Lu Yiwei nodded in understanding.

"How old are you?"

"It's my third year of high school after the summer vacation."

"Oh, that's the right age." , Jian Fengjun threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, "You look very similar to your mother." ”