Someone once told him that.

——To be born as a human being is to be responsible for what you have done.

But, five years ago, just after saying this to him, the man died and would never come back.

What if, what if, after Feng Ayan finished saying this to him, he couldn't come back?

Zhao Hanjing didn't dare to think about it anymore, although he was not in good health and had always rested early, although Feng Ayan also told him to let him sleep first, although he was really tired today...... But he couldn't sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he was reminded of the fire that had been burning five years earlier.

and those who fell in pools of blood in the fire.

He would often dream about what happened that day and then about those who died. The corpses all stood up, their eyes turned into two black holes, and together they opened their mouths wide and shouted at him silently. Zhao Hanjing knew that what they were saying was, go quickly.

He has only lived eighteen years in his life, and he may not live very long in the future, but he has already experienced this feeling twice when he lost someone very important. But is Feng Ayan an important person? He didn't know. He had only known this person for a day, and even the memories of this day, except for the bowl of rabbit porridge, were not very pleasant.

But he was afraid, afraid that she would not come back.

The room was quiet, and even the lamp oil was burning quietly. The whistling outside the hut grew more and more poignant, as if something good at gliding was hiding in the wind, wailing and weeping with the flow of the air. He could only hold his pillow tightly, the whole person was a little frightened, and he didn't dare to look out the door, just stared at the shimmer of a bean on the wick, waiting for Feng Ayan to come back.

"Bitter wow-bitter wow-" The shout suddenly echoed in the valley in a high-pitched manner, startling Zhao Hanjing, and then he reacted, there was a reedy lake at the bottom of the valley, and there were many chickens in it, so this was just the night song of the evil bird, not some tragic ghost.

And Feng Ayan, who was carrying people to another mountain road, also heard this terrible night sound.

Zhao Langzhong is so timid that he was left alone in the hut, he might feel scared when he heard this kind of birdsong, right?

She's got to get things done.

The destination Feng Ayan chose was actually not far from Zhao Hanjing's thatched hut, but if she walked the mountain road honestly, it would take a long time. She was confident that her light work was not bad, so she jumped down from the cliff directly, and chose the road to Taoxin County, gambling that they thought she was seriously injured and had no medicine and could not go far.

She found a suitable spot in the bushes by the side of the road and dropped the weight off her shoulders. This action involved the wound on his back, hiss, probably a little oozing blood, wait for Zhao Langzhong to help him wrap it up. When she thought of Zhao Langzhong, the empty piece in her heart seemed to be filled with something.

Let the dead die, let them die, and the living will always find a way to live.

And in the bushes, the man was still sobbing quietly: "Please don't kill me, I will do anything, I can ...... anything"

"Anything?" She couldn't help but sneer, why is it the same cowardice, and a certain little mouse looks so pleasing to the eye?

Oh, yes, Zhao Langzhong hasn't done anything bad.

“…… Anything goes! That little white face, what he can do, I can do too, I will do better than him! As if he had grasped some straw, he was anxious to climb ashore with it; He doesn't care whether the person in front of him is male or female, as long as he can live, as long as he can live! "I know people like you do, you have, that fetish! He's too weak to play with, but I can, I-"

Hey, who do you think of Xiao Zhao Langzhong?

Feng Ayan suddenly realized that Zhao Langzhong was indeed a very rare man who didn't take the thing between his legs but thought with his brain. She looked at him indifferently with his face up, watching him try his best to put on a delicious posture, desperately rubbing at her feet, imitating Zhao Hanjing's panicked expression, pretending to be pitiful and innocent, trying to please her.

Although this person is indeed not ugly, and even a little delicate, his current appearance is like a worm with festering epidermis...... Even a little stickier than worms. It's not that she hasn't seen rough old men with little ladies and even little girls in her head, and they have done errands together, but this person on the ground makes her feel disgusting.

A meticulous work who has been specially trained to kill people in an enemy country, with so many lives behind him, how can he salivate and pretend to be this virtuous? She suddenly admired Nan Wei's training of fine work, at this time, it was not impossible for this person to live, but he didn't want to prove his use value, and he actually had the heart to observe and imitate Zhao Langzhong.

A kind of diaphragm rose in her heart that her belongings had been watched, so Feng Ayan lifted his chin with the tip of her shoe, interrupted him, put on a friendly smile, and asked, "Then do you know how Zhao Langzhong is different from you and me?" ”

He was stunned: "No, I don't know. ”

The wind became more and more poignant, and the dark clouds rolled and gathered again, covering the sparse stars in a corner of the sky.

It's going to rain again.

"You should know that." She threw it casually, threw her regimental robe to the tree behind her, and raised the knife in her hand, "His hand is used to save people; And our hands are used to kill. It's not like you haven't held a knife or blood, so you don't know why. ”

A thunderclatter creaked through the dome, illuminating the man's face that had been frozen forever.

The woman wiped her knife from the corpse's clothes, and said to herself, "Originally, I was not very happy to kill prisoners, so I deliberately talked about things that no third person could know, so that I would not be soft when I should not be soft." Now, though, it seems that I did it too much. ”

Before the heavy rain fell, Feng Ayan rushed back to the hut in time, and sank the corpses at the door into the small waterfall behind the house. She saw that it was already dark in the house from a distance, thinking that Zhao Langzhong had fallen asleep, and she hesitated to wake up people, so she just bandaged it herself; As soon as she entered the house, she learned that it was not Zhao Hanjing who fell asleep, but that the lamp oil was burned out, and there was no moonlight when it was overcast.

…… Zhao Langzhong's broken car, how many small problems there are.

Re-lit the oil lamp, Feng Ayan untied the leather belt, took off her shirt, and untied the belt of her middle coat, and asked casually: "Didn't you say that you should sleep first, how did you survive until now?" ”

"Y-What are you doing all of a sudden undressing!" Zhao Langzhong's first reaction was to cover his eyes, and his head was eager to stick to the wall, "You are a girl's family, if you are really a man, you can say anything, but you are a girl's family now!" Even if you don't have an outer coat, you can even take off your middle coat! ”

Her hand in the thin shirt shook, and finally began to realize that since Zhao Langzhong already knew that she was a woman, it was really not good for her to take off her clothes without saying hello; But she didn't want to give in to Zhao Hanjing on this issue, nor did she want to bully him angrily, as if she was so small-minded...... He explained to him lightly: "My back seems to be oozing blood, and I have to wrap it again." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Langzhong didn't care about covering his eyes anymore, hurriedly pulled his shoes to the ground, slipped the kettle onto the tea stove to warm it, washed his hands, turned out the gold sore medicine and new cotton gauze strips from the medicine box, and then went to help Feng Ayan check the wound on her back.

Waiting to disassemble the cotton yarn she used to wrap her wounds, Zhao Hanjing commented very pertinently: "Not only is it oozing blood, it is simply collapsing directly, and the cotton yarn is caught in the wound!" Are you still human, and can you endure this pain? ”

"I think...... OK? Feng Ayan sat on the stool in front of the wooden table and replied a little weakly.

"Then don't cut a hole on me, you think it's okay, I'm going to cry out if I leave me alone." Zhao Langzhong helped her reapply the medicine while babbling to her, "I didn't bring stitches, so I can only bandage it like this first, didn't the man say that their people have all withdrawn, you can try not to move tomorrow." As for the question of eating...... If you really don't want to eat preserved fish, those pastries will be ready for you. ”

Feng Ayan couldn't help but be a little surprised by Zhao Hanjing's generosity: "Isn't that the sacrifice you brought to your father?" ”

Thickly pasted a layer of gold sore medicine on the wound, and added a piece of clean cotton yarn soaked in soju to pad it, Zhao Langzhong methodically wrapped new gauze strips around her, trying not to touch her chest directly: "You said I was crazy before!" Don't look at what's going on now. And my father is also Langzhong, don't you doubt the virtue of our family doctor, if he knows that I took the sacrifice to save people's lives, he will be very happy under Jiuquan...... You raise your arms higher! ”

She raised her arms higher as she said, and felt more and more interesting about this Langzhong: "When you sit in the hall on weekdays, what do you talk about? ”

Although it's a bit of chatter, but if it's placed here in Zhao Langzhong, it's not annoying.

"If you don't like me talking too much, then you can bandage it yourself." He was so shy, but his hands were still carefully wrapped around the cotton yarn. Feng Ayan is of unknown origin, strong in martial arts, and particularly ruthless, but no matter what, she is back.

Compared with blood sickness, stomach pain, night blindness or something, Zhao Hanjing still has a problem that can't be told to people.

He was especially afraid to wait.

Five years ago, Master said that when he finished what he was responsible for, Master died. The senior brother said that when the fire was extinguished, there was no need to be afraid, and then the senior brother died; A year ago, Daddy said that he would be cured of his illness in the fall, and Daddy would be gone when the autumn came—he was left alone, leaving him alone, guarding a book that would never be known to the world, and living on his own.

Fortunately, there is finally such a day, Feng Ayan said that she will come back later.

And so she did come back.