Han San jumped up with a smile and cursed in a low voice: "Master, I'm going to die when it's over, that stinky woman has to pick off a layer of my skin!" ”

I looked through the crack in the door, and immediately couldn't help laughing, it turned out that he was not awakened by a nightmare, but found that the pamphlet in his hand was stained with his saliva, this pamphlet is estimated to be Song Lingjian's, so he woke up and jumped up like a nightmare.

It was this kung fu that there was a sudden sound of extremely fast footsteps in the alley, and in the blink of an eye, Song Lingjian had already kicked open the courtyard door and entered!

Han Sanxiao, who had done his attention, screamed and hurriedly stuffed the booklet behind him.

Song Lingjian looked angry, and he didn't know what was so angry, he threw off the quiver with all his might, and the arrows scattered on the ground with her vigorous strength, and a few of them were still thrown outside the door, and a dull echo sounded in the alley.

I'm inexplicably a little scared, although Song Lingjian is not a good temper, but I have never seen her so angry, is it because of me? Does she know that I put the dead bird on the mountain? Is it serious? Why be so angry?

Han Sanxiao asked cautiously, "What's wrong?" Whose shit stepped on you - oh no, who stepped on who's shit?! ”

Song Lingjian didn't argue or ignore it as usual, but yelled at him angrily: "Get out!" ”

Han Sanxiao didn't dare to linger longer, he quickly jumped to the door, saluted the courtyard, and said, "Let's go, see you." After saying that, he left without stopping.

Song Lingjian stood coldly in the courtyard, panting, if it was usual, I would have thought of many ways to comfort her, but now I can only hide in the corner and accompany her quietly.

Song Lingjian, who made you angry like this? Who will you be angry for?

After a while, Song Lingjian slowly turned around, tilted her head to look at the random arrows on the ground, slowly squatted down, and picked up one by one, she picked it up very slowly, almost every time she picked it up, she had to think for a moment for a moment, all this looked so weird from my point of view, I felt that she was not picking up an ordinary arrow, but someone else's soul!

She finished picking up the arrows in the courtyard, and then came out to pick up the arrows in the alley, and I could smell a faint familiar smell coming from her, wet, cold, mud mixed with rotting leaves—

I am very familiar with this smell, I go there almost once a month, and every time I go I am frightened by this smell, this is the smell of foggy slope.

Foggy slopes? Song Lingjian never likes to go to the foggy slope, and occasionally I have to drag her to accompany me to Jin Niang's to get the gold thread, what is she doing there alone? Did she go there and get and come back? Who dares to be angry with her?

There are two people living in Wupo, one is an old woman with a strange temper, and the other is a gentle-tempered Jin Niang, could it be that the old woman with a strange temper is angry with her?

When Song Lingjian picked up the last arrow that landed next to my door, she suddenly looked up and stared at the crack in the door, and her cold gaze cut at my eyes like ice blades, although it was just a look, I still felt that my eyes hurt as if they had been cut by something.

I quickly leaned against the wall!

"It's not a pity to die." Song Lingjian's deep voice came clearly from the crack in the door.

I took a breath—

Who is she talking about? Tell me? She's saying it's not a pity for me to die? Or is it the one who is angry with her? Why is her hatred so strong, so strong that she can be indifferent to life and death?

After Song Lingjian picked up the arrow, he returned to the courtyard, and I sat in the courtyard, leaning on the sight that this faint crack in the door could bring me, observing the courtyard opposite.

I found that since I had turned on them, it had become my only pleasure and sustenance every day, and occasionally a thought would pass through my mind that I couldn't even face it, and I would think: maybe I'll know a little bit of a secret they never told me, or something like that.

In order to be able to observe the movement of the opposite side step by step, I also carried a cushioned horse, draped in a windproof coat, and held a gold thread ball that Xia Xia had not yet circled in my hand to roll, observing and working at the same time.

After rolling a bundle of gold thread, I coughed again, my whole body was cold, but my throat was as hot as pouring hot water, I covered my mouth, and before I could cough out, I felt something warm between my fingers—

Blood—all my palms are blood......

How-how could it be--when it was the worst in the past, it was only a little bit of blood that was coughed up, and the doctors said that it was coughed up after coughing up the throat, but so much bright red blood could not be coughed up by a throat injury......

Yan Fei, you should have known that your life was short, and it was a blessing to be able to live a few more years, and you can't be too greedy, you can't.

The sound of meat palms running sounded outward, and in a daze, I thought it was Eleven Lang coming back - no, not Eleven Lang, Eleven Lang is dead, how could there be such a familiar voice?

I didn't care about crying, so I leaned over the crack of the door to look outside, it turned out to be Xiao Shiyi Lang who Han Sanxiao grabbed for Song Lingjian, the flesh was round, and he leaped past my eyes at a very fast speed.

It rushed into Song Lingjian's yard and barked loudly in her yard.

The door of the courtyard squeaked open, and I couldn't see the scene in the courtyard, only hearing Xiao Shiro roaring in a low voice, running back and forth.

It ran back and forth, and even screamed impatiently—it seemed to want to take Song Lingjian to a place, because I saw it biting at the dark hem of Song Lingjian's clothes with its mouth.

"Go-see--" A hastily intermittent cry rang out from the courtyard.

Song Lingjian walked out with Hai Piao, Hai Piao walked a few steps and ran back, picked up Xiao Shilang and left.

Didn't Xiao Shiyi Lang all follow Han Sanxiao, although it was always fierce, it would never leave Han Sanxiao and run out alone, could it be that something happened to Han Sanxiao?

I sat in the courtyard and guessed like this, there would be no result, I put on my coat, waited for no footsteps to echo in the alley, closed the courtyard door and walked gently towards Han Sanxiao's house.

I've been worried all the way, I hope I can still see Han Sanxiao's yard alive and vibrant, and I feel that the people around me have been disappearing for the past few days.

Han San smiled, you can't be fine.

When I walked to the entrance of Han Sanxiao's courtyard, I was overwhelmed by a wordless ominous omen - the door of his courtyard was not closed, and the courtyard was in a mess, and there were very rude and messy footprints.

Song Lingjian and Hai Piao were already in the courtyard, Hai Piao stared at Song Lingjian intently, and Song Lingjian was gritting his teeth and looking at Han San who was lying on the bed and smiled.

Because Han Sanxiao's bed was placed below the windowsill, he couldn't see him on the bed from a distance-

What's wrong with Han Sanxiao? Why? Why are your expressions so solemn? What's going on?

I really want to go up and see Han Sanxiao and ask Song Lingjian.

Song Lingjian: "Light the candle." ”

Hai Piao obediently took out the fire fold from his arms, opened the lid with a sluggish movement, and blew the sparks in the fold. Although he didn't speak, he understood everything.

Song Lingjian leaned over slightly, probably treating Han Sanxiao, I had hardly seen her save people, and now I was not in the mood and spare time to watch her serious and holy expression, but I had been waiting for the result with my heart.

After about a cup of tea, Song Lingjian breathed a sigh of relief, sat down quietly, staring at Han San intently and smiling, only when there was no one in these four times, she was willing to relax her vigilance a little bit, making herself look like a normal person with seven emotions and six desires.

She was worried, I could feel it, for a moment, I could feel that she had let go of the hatred in her heart, she valued us, but she was washed away by hatred, and she wanted to keep us out of thousands of miles. If I were seriously ill one day, she would have had such an expression and worry.

"Hey!" Han Sanxiao on the bed suddenly spoke.

Song Lingjian leaned back, still with a nonchalant expression again, she was used to the warmth of surrounding herself with coldness, and hiding her kindness with sharpness.

"Are you sick, so you are lying on the ground with a good star, people who don't know think that you cheated on the corpse and cut you off with a knife." Song Lingjian said coldly.

Han Sanxiao's voice was very weak, and he coughed and gasped: "You are sick, I am lying in my yard to enjoy the cool sun, why are you moving me to the bed?" - I haven't said anything about you, just now you were so virtuous and loud to drive people away, and now you don't have the face to wear arrows, and you run to my house to rub the candle flame. ”

Song Lingjian glanced at Xiao Shiyi Lang lying on the side of the bed: "If it hadn't come to my house, I wouldn't have been uncommon with your kennel!" ”

"Your house is the kennel." Han San laughed and didn't forget to quarrel when he was sick, but his voice was weak, and it was distressing to listen to.

Song Lingjian got up to leave.

"Hey, I'm kidding, you're not going to take it seriously, are you? You won't be so stingy, right-" Han San smiled and wanted to catch Song Ling's arrow, but he couldn't get up.

Song Lingjian rudely woke up Hai Piao, who was taking a nap, and walked out with his feet raised. She's always so unpredictable and scary.

I hurriedly hid myself behind the basket.

The two walked out quickly, and Song Lingjian didn't care about the stumbling pace of the sea at all, and walked forward like flying.

Hai Piao slowly turned his head to look at the broken basket I was in, and that glance seemed to have a little smile, could it be that he found me?

Han San smiled and whispered in the room: "At the critical moment, you helped me." ”

My heart is very sour, yes, at the critical moment, it is always Song Lingjian who can help him, I can only stay on the side in secret, and I can't do anything except be in a hurry.

After taking a serious look, it turned out that Han Sanxiao was talking to Xiao Shiyilang, and at this moment he was sleeping with Xiao Shiyi Lang as a pillow, and Xiao Shiyi Lang had to succumb if he couldn't make a struggle.

I walked into the courtyard gently, Han Sanxiao was asleep and not awakened, his face was tired, as if he hadn't slept for several days, I brushed the hair on his face behind his ears, but found that there were blood stains on both of his ears, the blood stains were not old, but they had dried up-

When he was lying in Song Lingjian's courtyard and sleeping in the afternoon, it was clear that his ears were still clean and there were no blood stains, could it be that he came back and shed it? What's wrong with his ears? He's always had good ears, so how could he bleed?

"Han San smiled, you don't have anything to do - I am not angry with you, everything I have done for you, I have never felt wronged, and I have never regretted it. I'm happy to have you, but I just can't imagine life without you. I wiped the blood from his ears with warm tea, realizing what a childish and ignorant mistake I had made.

Han Sanxiao suddenly shook my hand!

I was shocked, his hands were so hot and brute force that he couldn't break free!

"Red face." Han San smiled and opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he looked extremely serious.

I glared at him.

"Hongyan, forgive me." After Han San finished laughing, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

I was stunned, this is the first time I have heard from his mouth an unfamiliar name that does not belong here, Hongyan? Who is Hongyan?