On a snowy night, the brightly lit Huanyuan Mansion faded into a snow-capped mountain forest, and from a distance, it looked like a bright lamp in the dark night, and it was indescribably warm. As soon as He Shiyi and Wu Wu entered the door, the maid handed over the hot towel. After wiping his face, He Shiyi went up to the second floor. Pushing open the door, He Xinwan was sitting on the edge of the bed to take care of it.

"Shh He Xinwan saw that He Shiyi was about to open her mouth to say something, and made a silent movement. He Shiyi approached the bed lightly.

"I just drank the medicine and fell asleep." He Xinwan looked at the shallowness on the bed with a distressed face, and explained to He Shiyi in a low voice.

Under the light, He Xinwan's silhouette was weak, faintly showing tiredness. On the moon-white robe, the peony with dark lines of gold thread bloomed gorgeously on the shoulder, but it did not look lively on He Xinwan's body. There was a medicinal juice that got on the white cuffs. She didn't care, she just looked at the shallowness of her illness with pity.

"Is there any food? I'm a little hungry. He Shiyi rarely took the initiative to speak, and his tone was obviously much softened.

"Yes, I'll prepare." Although He Xinwan replied very softly, she could still sense the cautious flattery in that voice. When he looked up at He Shiyi, his eyes, which were originally silent, seemed to suddenly give birth to a bright light, and suddenly lit up.

He Shiyi turned his face away to look at the lamp at the head of the bed, and his fingers stroked the tassel of the lace lampshade. did not respond to He Xinwan's gaze.

"Then you can accompany her well." The look in He Xinwan's eyes dimmed a little, and she got up and walked out of the room.

After He Xinwan left, the room with only the two of them remaining became more and more dark and empty. There are no headlights, and a small lamp at the head of the bed can only illuminate a corner brightly.

He Shiyi gently closed the door and carefully paced back to the shallow bedside.

Sit quietly on the edge of the bed and look at the sleeping people. How long has it been since I've looked at her so quietly? The man on the bed frowned, and there was an abnormal flush on his face. Because of the pain, she occasionally suppressed her moans, and her deep pain was close to her eyes.

Leaving three months ago was my own choice, and everything in front of me was expected. However, when he really faced such a result, He Shiyi was sure that he regretted it.

How can there be such a woman? Before he was imprisoned, he still remembered to return his jade bracelet, was the cold jade bracelet a sarcasm for him? Determined to protect her, in the end, he left her alone to endure this.

In order to rush to a known truth, she was left alone to bear everything. The light of the table lamp was not very bright, He Shiyi looked at the light and squinted slightly.

Qingqian on the bed made a faint sound, as if he was muttering something, He Shi got up slightly, and put his ear close to Qingqian's mouth.

"Dad, Qing'er...... Hurt...... Dad" is already slightly crying.

He Shiyi looked down. The eyes are shallow and closed, and there are already tears falling from the corners of the eyes. He Shiyi maintained a slightly bent posture, gently wiped away the tears in Qingqian's ears with his hand, and reached into the quilt with one hand to hold Qingqian's gauze-covered hand tightly.

Repeatedly and gently wiped the tears in her ears, and there was a burning pain under her fingers, but the tears couldn't be stopped.

He Shiyi looked at the sleeping person without saying a word, and kept shouting in pain. His lips pursed, and he didn't say a word, just repeated the wiping motion.

"Knock knock", a maid knocked on the door lightly and shouted He to go down to eat in wet clothes. He Shiyi glanced at Qingqian, who was already sleeping peacefully, and let go of the hand he was holding under the quilt. The quilt was tucked carefully, and when he turned to go downstairs, his legs were slightly numb.

Despite the hectic afternoon, there were still a lot of dishes prepared on the table. As soon as He Shiyi raised his chopsticks, there seemed to be a shallow and sleepy whisper in his ears.

After a slight groan, He Shiyi put down his chopsticks and said to He Xinwan in front of him: "Ask the kitchen to prepare a few more dishes, is it okay?" ”

"It's all your favorite ......." He Xinwan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the food was not properly cooked.

"No, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and I want to send some food to a Shibo." Yan Yezheng's matter, He Shiyi didn't want to explain too much to He Xinwan.

"Well, Xiaoxian, tell the kitchen to prepare it!" He Xinwan was very happy when she heard that it was not because of the food, and hurriedly called Zhuang Xiaoxian next to her.

"I heard Wu Wu say that you like to eat this the most." He Xinwan carefully sandwiched a piece of fish and put it in He Wet's bowl.

He Shiyi was slightly stunned, and looked up to see He Xinwan's cautious expression. Picking up the fish in the bowl and taking a bite, Yu Guang glanced over, and the corner of He Xinwan's mouth smiled slightly. Come to think of it, this is the first time that He Shiyi has responded to his mother's overtures after the mother and son met again.

The dining room was brightly lit, and a small crystal chandelier hung brightly above, scattering the soft light.

The mother and son sat in their respective positions, eating their meals quietly, as if they had returned to the town of Zhuyuan in distant time. He Xinwan's heart moved, and the corners of her eyes were slightly sour.

Halfway through the meal, a maid had already sent the packed food box up, and Wu Wu went over to pick it up.

"I'm full, you use it slowly." He Shiyi put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the coat on the chair behind him, and was about to go out.

"Drink a bowl of soup, warm up and go out!" He Xinwan glanced at He Shiyi's Wan, and most of the bowl of rice, and couldn't help but care.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." He Shiyi drank the soup in the porcelain bowl in one go, and said to He Xinwan. He took the food box and walked straight out of the hall.

When he came out and saw that Wu Wu was also about to get into the car, He Shiyi stopped him: "You haven't eaten yet, don't follow." ”

Thinking about Wu Wu running around with him all day, he must be tired.

"Yes." Wu Wu let go of his hand holding the car door and stood aside.

As soon as He Shiyi got into the car, he heard the sound of knocking on the glass outside, and looked up to see that it was Wu Wu.

"Don't be too upset."

Wu Wu has followed He Shiyi for the past few months, and has seen these things he has experienced. Now, Miss Yan is lying on the bed again, and she can somewhat understand He Weiyi's mood. I wanted to say something comforting, but I blurted out a sentence, but it seemed very strange.

He Shiyi smiled lightly, he just felt tired in the past few days. Suddenly, I heard Wu Wu's sentence "Don't be too sad". It was a very common sentence, but He Shiyi felt as if it was stuck in the root of his ear when he heard it.

Are you feeling sad? In his world, "sad" is such a strange word! He didn't know what it was like to be sad a long time ago.

Looking up, I glanced at the light-filled room on the second floor of the mansion, and my hand holding the wooden food box was weak.

Hopefully, it's still too late.

He Shiyi calmed down, waved goodbye to Wu Wu, and instructed the driver Lao Chen to drive.

At night, it was pitch black, and the wind was howling from the river.

The goose feathers and snow are silent, but there seems to be a momentum that is bound to destroy all things.

The car was driving on the road along the river, and the falling snowflakes did not have time to stop on the window glass, so they were swept up by the wind and flew in the air. The driver, Lao Chen, was very slow because of safety concerns.

As the car passed near the Xiao Kee Wharf, several gunshots were suddenly heard. Before Lao Chen could slow down, He Shiyi in the back seat had already ordered to stop, and his voice was not loud but he seemed to be anxious.

Before the car could stop, He Shiyi had already gotten out of the car and rushed towards the place where the gunshots came from in the vast snow. Lao Chen still didn't feel at ease after thinking about it, so he closed the car door and followed.

It was snowing for days and late at night, and the roads were getting harder and harder. Old Chen Shen finally walked to the vicinity of the dock with one shallow foot. From a distance, I saw a large group of heavily armed guards arranged near the dock. Lao Chen felt a thrill in his heart, the officer headed by him was not Wang Xuejian, the personal attendant of the commander-in-chief of the military department.

What kind of people? He even asked Minister Wang to come forward in person.

In the dark, Lao Chen boldly took a few steps closer.

The New Year is approaching, and many cargo ships are docked on the shore of the wharf, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the upper part of the cargo ship's hold. On the river not far from the pier, a bright light flashed away. Lao Chen remembered that there was a bamboo raft hut there, which was probably where the night watchmen on the pier lived. Presumably, the night watchman who was guarding the cargo ship noticed that something was wrong and blew out the candles in the raft house.

"Colonel He, my subordinates are just acting according to orders, and I would like to ask you to make it convenient......" He Shiyi had already approached the dock, and Wang Xue was very polite when he saw it.

"Obey? Listen to whom? Although He Shiyi was in an ordinary tone, as he spoke, the person had already walked slowly towards the direction of the guards on the dock. The guards shook their spears and stopped He from approaching. The scene suddenly became deadlocked.

The spear turned, and Lao Chen saw it clearly. Under the spear, there were people besieged.

The ground was covered with snow, and the yellow mud on the ground floor had been turned up. The two besieged men, a man and a woman, fell to the ground. Among them, the woman appeared to be injured and was lying in the man's arms at the moment, with black hair covering her face. The man was about fifty years old, with a thin body and a beard, which looked extremely sloppy, and the two were both dressed in black.

A group of people were in a stalemate, and the heavy snow of goose feathers fell on the clothes of the group, and on their hair, everyone had a layer of white snow attached to them. Lao Chen stood in the shadows and his legs were already stiff, but he didn't dare to move a bit.

"Colonel He, aren't you embarrassing me?" Seeing that He Shiyi had already approached the guards, Wang Xue saw a wave of his hand, and the guards put away their spears in unison.

"Surnamed Wang, what do you want! Give Lao Tzu a pain! The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to He Wetyi, just hugged the woman in his arms. His eyes glared at Wang Xuejian, and his voice was very confident, probably because he had just been running for a long time, and he was slightly panting. Through the lights of the parked car next to him, you can even see him exhaling a large breath of white air.

"Uncle Yan......" He Shiyi squatted down, wanting to stop Uncle Yan's provocation to Wang Xuejian.

"This is clearly a trap, I just regret it, how can I involve Qingqian." Yan Yezheng turned his head to look at He Wet, his expression was very sad. Suddenly, his eyes changed slightly, his body moved, and he reflexively buckled the neck of He Shiyi next to him.

"Don't come here...... everyone was slightly startled by the sudden change, and the guards unconsciously looked at Wang Xuejian.

"Colonel Ho, this is the person you desperately want to be considerate." Wang Xue saw that there was no melancholy on his face, but a little sarcasm.

He Shiyi didn't say anything, smiled slightly, and his neck was still buckled by Yan Yezheng. The hand was slowly raised, and there was a matching gun in the hand. A black, blue-shimmering Browning in the night.

handed it to Yan Yezheng, who was holding him hostage behind him.

The moment Yan Yezheng snatched the gun, Wang Xuejian's face could no longer maintain that smile.

He knew in his heart that the young lieutenant who was kidnapped on the other side was no longer just a simple military colonel.

Yan Ye was holding He wet clothes hostage and slowly approached the ships docked on the dock. Until He Shiyi handed the injured woman into Yan Yezheng's hands, Wang Xue saw that he didn't say a word.

Watching the cargo ship sail away from the port, He Shiyi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Looking back at the troops behind him, his face was kind, and he slowly walked towards Wang Xuejian. However, before he could get closer, there was a noisy sound of gunfire, which resounded in his ears.

On the cargo ship, which had already left the port, there was a glittering light in the cabin, which was the spark of bullets rubbing against iron during the machine-gun sweep......