When Scarlet woke up, it was already the middle of the night. She saw herself in a secluded hut, with a delicate old wooden bed, elegant mahogany windows ajar, pale yellow bamboo curtains lowered, and a gentle halo of moonlight shining on the side of the bed.

The room flickered and darkened, and although the candles were lit, the candles were tightly wrapped in a papier-mâché cover, and the original dazzling light was instantly weakened a lot, and the flickering firelight was cast on the wall, like a graceful girl dancing lightly.

Scarlet only felt that the room was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember seeing it there. When she moved, it was like pulling her whole body, and her head hurt so badly that she had a brief dizziness. Every part of her body cried out for pain, as if someone had trampled on her hard, whipped her with a whip, thrown into the fire and exploded, and finally hit her in the head, making her like a puppet pulling the strings, unable to struggle, unable to move, only passively beaten, passively accepting the fact that she had lost her strength and faith.

"Awake?"

A gentle inquiry, as if the mother who was softly coaxing her child to sleep in the middle of the night, with a little whispering tenderness, reached over with one hand, tentatively brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, the hand was slender, the fingertips were a little crystalline, and under the light of the candlelight, it was particularly eye-catching.

The scarlet smoke looked down the long arm, and the owner of the voice caught him off guard. He was dressed in an inky trench coat, embroidered with a few floating clouds, as gentle and gentle as the owner of the voice. The man's sword eyebrows are deep, the bridge of his nose is high, and the scarlet smoke is reflected in his slightly pale blue eyes, bursting out with jade-like warmth, like a gentle country where the years have been quiet, and like a bottomless whirlpool, so that all those who have eye contact with him can instantly drown in this infinitely beautiful reverie.

It's the ink dead.

Scarlet looked at him blankly, her brain, which had been sleeping for a long time and was already a little sluggish, finally began to rotate slowly, and the memories that had been broken into pieces began to be spliced automatically, forming a complete assembly line, making her slowly recall the past events before-

Loss of children, divorce of husbands, black prisons, humiliation, skinning, and desolation.

Like lightning, that scene carved a bloody path in the chaotic brain, straight to her fragile heart, and made Scarlet Yan, who was already seriously injured, suffer an even more severe blow.

Her slender eyebrows were locked together, her mouth kept moaning low, cold sweat broke out, and soon half of her hair was wet.

"Don't be afraid."

The magnetic low male voice sounded again, and Mo Yan took out a square scarf out of nowhere, which was made of the finest and softest silk in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and it was lightly attached to his face, which was extremely comfortable.

Scarlet Smoke slowly recovers from her initial pain and begins to face Mo dead. The man sat on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly towards her, reaching out to wipe away the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and gently soothing her with his mouth. His tall body and deep voice are very charismatic, and he can unconsciously make people let go of their guards and even take the initiative to approach, just to seek a little spiritual comfort.

Scarlet smoke is undoubtedly one of them.

Mo Yan has very few words, and from the time Scarlet Yan met him to the present, the number of exchanges between them is only a handful. But the two seem to have a very tacit understanding, and they don't need redundant voices to embellish them, as long as they frown, they seem to be able to know each other's hearts.

Mo Yan's mind is no less delicate than that of a woman, and Scarlet Smoke soon discovered this. He took care of Scarlet Smoke very carefully, and when he fed her water and porridge, he always stirred the spoon in the bowl, blew it again, scooped up a little and put it on his lips and touched it, making sure that it was the temperature suitable for Scarlet Smoke, and then slowly stretched it to Scarlet Smoke's mouth.

When changing the dressing for her, he was cautious in his movements, for fear that one point would be too violent. Scarlet Smoke was subjected to the punishment of skinning, and his life was already slim, and when he was rescued by Mo Death after walking through the Ghost Gate, he had already looked down on life and death, and his desire to survive was also lacking. But when he saw that Mo Yan really took himself back from the hands of Lord Yama, Scarlet Smoke was still grateful. Especially looking at Mo Yan covered in sweat and panting slightly, it seems that he hasn't taken care of her for a few days and nights, even King Kong is going to be melted by him, not to mention that Scarlet Smoke is still a mortal woman with flesh and blood and pays attention to emotions?

"It's ...... that you're so good to me"

Scarlet Smoke's lips moved, wanting to express a word of thanks, but she didn't know how to thank him. She and Mo Fu originally met in Pingshui, and Mo Fu was willing to save her from danger so desperately, which made her grateful, but there were a few twists. This awkwardness stems from the fact that there is still a little obsession and a little palpitation in my heart for a dark and dull black shadow, and the heart that can only hold the gentle caress of a man has become wide when it can accommodate another person to stay again? Or, is it that the original shadow has quietly faded away, and now it has been smashed to pieces, a messy heart, and there is a man who is willing to clean up the mess for it, willing to fill it up, so that it is no longer empty, so Scarlet Smoke feels that he is so excited about himself?

"Between us, there is no need to say thanks."

Mo Yan gently bandaged her wound and tied a just right knot, he looked left and right, and when he was sure that such a bandaging could have a good therapeutic effect and would not affect the scarlet smoke activity, he sorted out his medicine box with satisfaction, and smiled faintly: "I saved you only because you are you, not to save you." ”

There was some deep meaning hidden in such words, and Scarlet Yan heard some of it, but his heart was even more awkward, so he could only laugh dryly, pretending that he didn't understand the meaning of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan didn't care, and left with a smile, leaving Scarlet Smoke staring at his departing back, full of worries.

The atmosphere of the bamboo house is as quiet as ever, and the days are like flowing water.

Since the catastrophe, Scarlet Smoke's temperament has been much quieter, and he has become a little dull and sluggish instead of his former free and easy. Her body is slowly recovering, but because the previous injuries were too serious, and her body was not adjusted after giving birth, she is now recovering very slowly. She always pursed her lips, sat on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed and was silent, looking out the window at the clouds, the big clouds gliding leisurely from the blue sky, a few yellow orioles outside the window whispered softly, playing and playing, the excitement was theirs, the scarlet smoke could only be single and silent, and her heart was empty.

Whenever this happens, Mo Fu will give a. He seems to like Xiao very much, and always carries a black jade-colored Xiao with him, facing the morning sun, accompanied by the sunset, and gently sliding it on his mouth, it is a melodious song. The song is sometimes soft and soothing, like the warm sun in March caressing the green willows by the pool, watching her dress up the pool, and the empty willow branches pull out tender green shoots; Sometimes it is relaxed and lively, as if the rings collide, ding ding dong, pleasant to the ear, as if in the next moment, there will be a few children with pigtails, holding bells in their hands and giggling through the bamboo house; Sometimes it is slow and urgent, as if the mother who has prepared a dinner party walks outside the house, calling for the thousands of seductive children who are nostalgic for the world to return home as soon as possible and return to the haven of the soul; From time to time, it was a little sharp, like a long sword breaking through the nine heavens, with a thousand rays of light, soaring into the sky, breaking through all curses, breaking through layers of obstacles, and running straight to the long-awaited holy land and heaven.

The scarlet smoke was in the sound of the scarlet sound, slowly lowered his head, and at some point, his hands hung weakly to the sides, his body was crooked, and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

One day, Mo Fu came back a little late, and went straight to the scarlet room, as if playing a trick, lifting two live fish from behind him.

"What is this?" Scarlet Smoke saw that the fish was jumping around, the splashes of water wet Mo Yan's clothes, and his hair looked a little messy, so that the immortals who originally seemed to be floating high above the clouds suddenly became grounded, giving people a very close feeling.

"Grilled fish." Mo Yu lightly spit out two words, his eyes were shining, and he was a little more radiant than usual.

Mo Fu said he would do it, and that night he set up a grill in the yard and really started grilling the fish. The fish that was flipped in the fire made a "sizzling" sound from time to time, and the ink died skillfully turning the fish, and the fingers of the other hand moved quickly, scattering the flavor of the spice into the fish.

Scarlet Smoke watched from the sidelines, and his heart was a little touched. She hadn't eaten anything like seafood in a long time since she became seriously ill. Seeing the fresh fish was already a little itchy, but because of Mo Yan's face, he didn't dare to show it.

The smell of the grilled fish was really tempting, and the steaming heat stirred so that Scarlet Smoke's stomach writhed uneasily, and Scarlet Smoke could only swallow his saliva incessantly. Although she was also stimulated by the smell of grilled fish, she still didn't want to speak at the moment, just silently watched Mo Yan take a bite of the fish, the skin of the fish was lifted, and the turned out fish meat was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, which was very tempting.

In order not to make herself look particularly eager to eat, Scarlet Smoke turned her head and closed her eyes to concentrate, but at this moment, she smelled the fragrance and moved closer to herself.

When she looked up, she realized that Mo Yan had already held a skewer of grilled fish in front of her, and said with a smile in her eyes, "Eat it." ”

Scarlet Smoke shook her head very spinely.

Then her stomach grunted a few times.

Scarlet Smoke smiled awkwardly, but Mo Fu seemed to be fine, gently tearing a skewer of grilled fish into small pieces and feeding it to Scarlet Cigarette Mouth piece by piece.

His body was close to the scarlet smoke, and the fragrance of herbs on his body poured straight to the scarlet smoke. When he fed the grilled fish into the mouth of the scarlet cigarette, the handsome face was a little closer to her, and the burning flames reflected half of his face, gentle and quiet, and the big palm touched her hand from time to time, but it was a little hot and scorching, which made her unbearable.

The atmosphere was a little ambiguous, Scarlet Smoke awkwardly turned his head, avoided the fish fed by Mo Xuan, pretended to tidy up his hair and said: "It's a little late, I'm tired, let's go rest first." ”

Then she jumped a few steps away as if she had fled, and felt that this was a bit far-fetched, and she didn't dare to look at Mo Yan's face.

Mo Yan's eyes turned, smiled, and did not pierce it, only gently cleaned up the mess and left, and did not forget to tell Scarlet Smoke "The night is heavy and heavy, beware of catching a cold".

Scarlet looked at his departing back, slightly annoyed in his heart.