The days passed.

The various injuries on Ling Ran's body have also improved.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out why Bai Ling wanted to lock her up here?

- Locked up in this damp, cold, and opaque place?

What the hell is he going to do?

She thought that if it weren't for the fact that she could eat the delicious three meals sent by the blindfolded mute guard every day, she would probably start to wonder if Bai Ling was really good for her······ Ling Ran sat on the edge of the bed and thought sullenly.

And that's not all, the point is that she finds that she can't remember some things anymore.

That's what scares her the most······

It was not easy for her to cross over to this body, and to have everything she has now, if one day in the near future, she really forgets everything, does it mean that everything will be lost and restarted?

No, she had to do something.

Thinking of this, Ling Ran got up and walked towards the iron gate, and slapped the door heavily:

"Hey——! Is there - people - ? ”

Silence.

Ling Ran was unwilling, and shook the door again:

"Is there a—people—?"

This time, there was finally a response.

A rush of footsteps was heard immediately.

Ling Ran saw that it was the mute guard who brought her three meals a day.

She smiled, "This little brother, can you help me call your master over?" I have a little thing I want to ask him for. ”

The mute guard was stunned and shook his head.

"Uh······ So, can you help me get a pen and a roll of paper? Seeing that the guard was only facing her, but did not move at all, Ling Ran couldn't help but soften his tone and said slightly coquettishly:

"Look how pitiful I am, I am locked up here every day, I don't even have anyone to talk to, and I don't even live as a pig. But I just want to keep a diary, can you help me get it? ”

Unexpectedly, after listening to her complaint, the guard turned around and left.

"Hey! Feed! Just a pen and a roll of paper! Please, please! Ling Ran was in a hurry, hurriedly shook the iron door, and shouted at his back.

But the mute guard didn't look back.

Ling Ran couldn't help but be a little discouraged, slid down with his back to the door, and said to himself:

"It's over, this dumb guard, won't he still be a deaf man, right? What can I do then······?"

However, just as she was about to go back to bed and continue to be paralyzed, something knocked on the top of her head, which frightened her and quickly turned back, only to find that the mute guard had come with the four treasures of the study:

"Thank you, little brother!" Ling Ran showed a long-lost smile and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The corners of the guard's mouth hooked, and he walked away again.

When she got the pen and paper, Ling Ran naturally no longer worried about her gradual 'amnesia', because she could write down all the memories she felt precious, and take them out to read them in her spare time······

But time never forgives.

Although every morning after waking up, she would flip through the things she had written the day before, but many things were still gradually moving away from her······ Uncontrollably far away.

For example, a person.

Now, whenever she thinks of that person, all she thinks of is a figure rushing towards her desperately in the light of a raging fire······ Immediately after that, my chest will ache inexplicably.

The faint but real pain made her subconsciously feel that this was a very important person, but she couldn't remember what she thought.

Who could it be?

Ling Ran frowned, picked up the stack of papers, and flipped through them one by one······

But she couldn't find any trace of the person on those papers.

The only two male records she could find, except for Bai Ling, were her father Ling Jin.

A few days ago, it was impossible for her not to write down such an important person! What the hell is going on?

Who the hell is it······ Who saved her? Who rescued her from the raging fire?

Ling Ran lay back on the bed, with a splitting headache.

In my memory, the tall figure in the firelight was sometimes clear, sometimes hazy, and even for a moment, it coincided with Bai Ling's shadow······ Will it be Bai Ling?

Bai Ling had rescued her from hell again and again.

But deep down in her heart, there seemed to be something resisting this conjecture, and she couldn't help but feel that it was another person.

——————

Yangcheng.

Under the steep Qingjiang cliff, the unfathomable Qingjiang River is rushing forward.

And apart from the river, the cliffs, and the weeds that grow wildly underneath, there is nothing else here.

But even so, there are still people living here.

"General, awake?" Ziqiu pushed open the door and saw Chu Yijun sitting up from the bed, he was immediately overjoyed, and giggled, "The general is really fateful, Ziqiu has never heard of it before, after a person falls off a cliff, he can still live." ”

Chu Yijun smiled, "Yes, I didn't expect this. Thank you, girl, for saving your life. ”

When Ziqiu heard this, his face immediately turned red to the root of his ears, and he smiled shyly, "Then I'll go and get some medicine," and happily pushed the door out.

Unexpectedly, half an hour later, when she came back, the person on the bed was gone.

She lost her face, hurriedly put down the soup and chased out, and made her hand in the shape of a trumpet:

"General? General - military ——!······"

But no matter how she shouted, all she responded to was her own echo that echoed through the valley.

"Girl. If the man runs away, he doesn't have to chase it. ”

Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, followed the prestige, and saw that not far from the other side of the river, an old woman was plowing the land with a hoe, and glanced at her from time to time.

"I ······ However, he still has serious injuries! It's been more than ten days since he fell off the cliff, and he just woke up today, if I don't chase him, what if he has an old injury on the road? ”

The old woman sighed, "It's yours, naturally you can't run away." It's not yours, so why bother with it. ”

“······ No, he's so badly injured, I have to catch up! ”

The old woman looked at her back in a hurry, shook her head, sighed, and went about her own farming.