The New Year came quietly in an atmosphere with a little panic. The weather is cold, covered in silver, and there is a white expanse as far as the eye can see, even if the figure in the distance is longing, but Bai Hanyan knows that it is not him.

For this year, Bai Hanyan didn't have much longing and prayer, probably because he was not around.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, every household in Bianshui City was lit up, the pearls were colorful, Bai Hanyan and Qiao Chu sat under the plum tree in the courtyard to watch the year, the cold winter breeze was cold into the texture, even if Bai Hanyan was wearing a shawl robe, but a plain little face was still red from the cold, but the eyes were very bright.

At this moment, the fireworks in the sky are gorgeous, illuminating the night sky, it is the peony fireworks put in the Yali of Bianshui County, the peony flowers of the lake are turned over layer by layer above the sky, light pink, apricot yellow, dark red, and finally exposed is crimson, and then it does not enter the clouds, and falls into the soil.

"It's beautiful." Bai Hanyan raised his head and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"It's beautiful." Qiao Chu leaned under the plum tree with a soft smile in his eyes, and said: "It's a pity that fireworks are fleeting, most of the beautiful things in this world will always disappear easily, and only those who are firmly held in the palm of your hand can earn what you want." ”

When Bai Hanyan heard this, a trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes, and he quickly became hidden, turned his head to look at Qiao Chu and chuckled: "Then Gongzi Qiao, now you have earned what you want?" ”

Qiao Chu was slightly stunned, his eyes looked at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, and he smiled faintly: "It's almost over." “

Bai Hanyan retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelashes, no longer speaking, but his heart seemed to be twisting and surging waves, did he have already arranged this sentence?

It's just that what she didn't expect was that time was flowing at her fingertips, and it passed in a hurry like a white horse, and Qiao Chu was still dormant.

Every day, he reads and writes in the room, lives in a simple place, and paints in the courtyard in his spare time, as if the whole person is the idle clouds and wild cranes who are idle at home, and his henchman Mo Yun, since Qiao Chu came to Jinzhou, he has never shown up.

Bai Hanyan couldn't see through him no matter what, she only felt that Qiao Chu's mind was like a lake of deep water, no matter how she tried and pondered, she couldn't figure out how deep the tricks were hidden in his heart, and what was the undercurrent under that harmless face.

Bai Hanyan couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, and in the strange female corpse case a year ago, the woman who was killed by heat was like a misty hallucination, and there was no trace to be found.

Sometimes, Bai Hanyan wondered if all this would be Qiao Chu's doing, but then she dissipated this idea again, after all, although he was a bad heart, he was not a person who dared to admit it after all.

But there is no such thing as the silence when the storm comes, the white cold smoke hooks his lips and snorts coldly, the quieter and more peaceful Qiao Chu is now, the more turbulent the plan brewing in his heart is, and I am afraid that it will be another bloody storm soon.

In April, the back garden is surrounded by flowers, all kinds of flowers are embellished among the green leaves, like waves on the blue waves, tall and gorgeous, white cold smoke passes through it, the wind blows her sleeves, and the wide skirt flutters, outlining her more and more thin waist curves.

She leaned over slightly and carefully picked up the stamens and sucked them on her lips, and the sweetness that the bees didn't have time to pick away spread along the tip of her tongue, and Bai Hanyan couldn't help but feel good.

Looking back, I saw Qiao Chu sitting upright in the pavilion, in front of him was a plan table, a piece of white silk was spread out carefully on the desk, the wolf pen in his hand was constantly wandering under his hands, flying up and down, Bai Hanyan frowned without a trace, dropped the stamen in his hand, picked up the skirt and walked to the pavilion, stood beside him, comforted his brows, and said: "Qiao Gongzi, today is a good Yaxing." ”|

Qiao Chu put down the pen in his hand and fell aside, leaned over to dry the ink on the plain silk, looked at her and smiled slightly: "It's just a pity that the people in this painting are beautiful, and after all, they still can't match the beauty of people." ”

Bai Hanyan was shocked by the narrowness in his eyes, and raised his willow eyebrows to look at the desk, only to see a thin woman above Su Juan standing proudly among the flowers, with an apricot-colored narrow-sleeved openwork skirt, and her fingers holding the stamens next to her lips and smiling lightly.

Qiao Chu raised his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, just like Su Juan's affectionate calligraphy and paintings.

Bai Hanyan retracted his gaze without waves, hooked his lips and smiled, and turned his gaze to him, smiling like a pear blossom, but his words were a little sarcastic: "Didn't Qiao Gongzi still remember that bet?" It's just a joke, could it be that Qiao Gongzi is still serious? The so-called deep friendship in the world is only afraid that in the eyes of Qiao Gongzi, it is full of calculations. ”

After that, Bai Hanyan ignored him, flicked his narrow sleeves, and turned away, the wind hooked her cuffs, and a touch of emerald green and demonic on her wrist was like an inexhaustible debt.

Qiao Chu looked at her back, for a long time, he slowly retracted his gaze, raised his hand to fold the silk on the desk, pinched the silver white with his fingertips and whispered: "You can see this, I wanted you to deal with Duan Changge, but it's a pity...... I can't help but leave you if I think about it. ”

When the last remnant sun shone on the lintel of the day, Bai Hanyan was standing in the window and meditating, her face showed a different reddish under the sunset, when Yang Zhao ran in a panic, Bai Hanyan had not yet recovered from the trance, in the blink of an eye, she only felt that she seemed to see the face of the old man in front of her eyes, falling from the sky like a dream, and suddenly she was a little dizzy, and her feet were unstable, Yang Zhao saw this and stretched out his hand to support her in time, but this time, Bai Hanyan stopped him by the waist and hugged him, and his hand tightly covered the placket of his chest, and Yang Zhao's body stiffened, his face suddenly blushed slightly, and his face stammered a little: "White, white girl, what's wrong with you?" ”

Different from Duan Changge's deep and beautiful voice, Yang Zhao's stammering voice made the strings in Bai Hanyan's heart break instantly, she hurriedly stood up, knowing that she was out of shape, she used a little force in a panic, and her hand grabbed the placket of his clothes and couldn't help but be torn by her.

Bai Hanyan was still a little confused, slowly lowered his hand, and muttered: "It's not him, it's not him." ”

"White girl, you, are you uncomfortable?" Yang Zhao frowned and looked at her face in surprise, a little worried, Bai Hanyan was startled, only to find that she had already burst into tears, it turned out that the pain of lovesickness was true.

"Nothing." Bai Hanyan wiped his face with his sleeve, then looked at the hole in his shirt, and said apologetically: "Yang Zhutou, your clothes." ”

Yang Zhao didn't care about the clothes, but looked at her suspiciously, Bai Hanyan hurriedly looked away and turned his eyes slightly sideways to avoid it.

Yang Zhao scratched his head a little embarrassed, as if he remembered something, and his face changed dramatically in an instant, and he exclaimed: "White girl, a villager found a corpse on the outskirts of the city today!" ”

In the evening, the wind rose, the green grass between the blue sky and white clouds, and the wind swept like a wave, except for the corpse of the hideous and terrifying man of the grass, it was really beautiful.

Bai Hanyan looked at the death of this male corpse, as if he had returned to that cold night a year ago, and saw the naked female corpse at the entrance of the alley in her reluctant and strange death, as well as the bloody eyes that he saw in the peep.

The old man kept trembling beside the corpse, drenched in cold sweat, he had been performing an autopsy for 10 years, and he had never seen such a strange way of death, his eyes widened in horror, and he kept shaking his head and said: "Impossible, impossible, there are ghosts, it must be ghosts to hook the soul, it is the people of the Qiluo tribe, they have come to hook the soul." ”

Yang Zhao couldn't help but be anxious, lifted the old man up, and urged impatiently: "What is impossible, how did you say he died?" ”

The old man's shriveled face was full of horror, as if he was stupid, and his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

Yang Zhao threw him down angrily, waved his hand to the messenger behind him, and said, "I'm stupid, hurry, send it back." ”

"He's gone, who's doing the autopsy?" The officer was also so frightened that his face was like earth, seeing that it was getting dark, how could he move it back to the county office if he didn't finish the corpse, the death was so weird, maybe he would cheat the corpse.

"Why don't you let me try." Bai Hanyan suddenly spoke out on the side, Qingling's voice attracted everyone's sideways, Yang Zhao looked at her with his mouth open in disbelief, pulled her aside and whispered: "White girl, this dead body is an unusual thing, you are a girl's ......"

Bai Hanyan waved his sleeves, gently brushed away the broken thoughts in his mouth, got up and walked to the corpse, put on the gloves made by the old man, looked down at the unusual death of the corpse, and then slowly leaned over and picked up the corpse's arm and looked at it carefully.

The old man suddenly grabbed Bai Hanyan and said in a trembling voice: "Little doll Mo Yan can do it!" This, this corpse is too weird, I'm afraid there will be a bad omen! He, there are no wounds on his body, and the skin on his body is white, but his face is bright red, and there is a smile on his face, no one will die like this! What's even more terrifying is that he doesn't have a corpse on him, this is impossible, impossible! ”

Bai Hanyan smiled back at him and said in a low voice, "Old man, this is not difficult to explain. ”

Then she turned around and examined it carefully for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The deceased is about fifty years old, died two hours ago, most of the skin on his body is white, but his face is bright red, which is obviously because of the extreme cold, the blood of the human body flows back to the brain, making its face bright red, so the surface of the corpse will have two different colors, and in this case, there are no corpse spots on the corpse." All, this person was frozen to death. ”

Yang Zhao looked at Bai Hanyan, his eyes were full of admiration, and he praised: "Miss Bai is really knowledgeable!" ”

After that, he couldn't help but shout to the old man on the ground, "Do you hear that? This person was frozen to death, where is the ghost of the Qiluo tribe to hook the soul! It's just nonsense! ”

Bai Hanyan frowned because of Yang Zhao's words, this topic has been mentioned many times, there must be a hidden secret, and Jinzhou Bianshui City is close to the Qiluo tribe, her intuition told her that there must be something strange about this matter, and she wanted to ask, but she heard the old man tremble to her: "Frozen to death, little doll, not to mention the late spring and early summer, how can people who are warm in the sun be frozen to death?" Let's just say what's the matter with the smile on the face of this corpse, how can a person still show such a satisfied smile when he dies? ”