Not long after I ran out of the street where Cui Ge was, I suddenly heard a sharp whistle in the distance, which made my heart jump out-

I turned my head to look in the direction of the entrance to the village, and a faint light turned into smoke and dust in midair.

What was that? It sounds like Song Lingjian once summoned the whistle of Eleven Lang, but it's not, is it a cannon staff? It's not the Chinese New Year yet, who is playing this on the mountainside at night?

There was a sudden wind around me, and I wrapped myself in the blown open placket, and the long hair that was blown away by the wind suddenly wrapped around something in my hand, and I pulled it hard, and with a bang, the thing in my hand fell to the ground—

I looked down and saw that it was the Tongxin Yinyu that Meng Wu gave me.

I squatted down and picked it up, put it in my hand and shook it, Yinyu made a hoarse crashing sound, which was completely different from the previous ringing sound, what was going on?

pinched it in his hand and touched it several times, only to find that Yinyu actually fell out of a crack.

My heart jerked, this sign was so ominous, this was the best evidence that I was connected to Yan Cuo's same vein, how could it be broken?

Could it also sense that Yan Cuo is going to leave here?

I sadly put Yinyu in my bag, and I don't know if I can fix it well, maybe it's really come to an end.

Depressed, I walked towards Lian's house.

There are white lanterns hanging at the door of the house, the mourning hall is facing the courtyard gate, and Li Xue is kneeling in the hall and burning something.

I knocked on the door, Xia Xia greeted her, and whispered, "Why is Sister Fei only here now?" I thought you weren't coming. ”

I whispered, "There was a delay on the way—" I leaned over to look at Li Xue, who didn't seem to realize that someone was coming, still burning her things mechanically and mechanically.

I had a sour nose and asked in a choked voice, "How is she?" ”

Xia Xia sighed and said, "Just like that, she didn't eat anything all day, she copied the scriptures during the day and burned them at night, and it went on and on." I couldn't help much, and I didn't even dare to say a word of comfort, for fear that she would suddenly wake up and break down. ”

I nodded, walked gently to the mourning hall, and kowtowed to the laying table, perhaps in response to the cold candlelight and the miserable white paper flowers, and my heart, which was not so sad, suddenly ached sharply.

After a few years, the lunar calendar appeared, and at that time, the soft-spoken Aunt Lian blinked her eyes with gray hair and drooped her back. Before she had time to fulfill her filial piety and comb her gray hair more, it was too late.

After sitting in the mourning hall for a while, my hands and feet were numb, Li Xue burned the scriptures in her hand and politely asked me to go home.

"I'm sorry, I should have come to you sooner, I-" I was frustrated.

Li Xue shook her head and said, "I know that you have a lot of things to do in the village, and you also brought a white funeral, and Brother Ling's health is not good—you should go back and rest early." ”

"I-"

Li Xue wiped her sunken eyes, brushed away the hair that was on her face, glanced at the courtyard gate in a trance, and said, "I'll go and prepare the things for the first seven nights." Sister Xia Xia, Yan Fei, you all go back, you don't have to accompany me. ”

Xia Xia said: "Well, I'll send Sister Fei to the alley and come back." ”

Li Xue didn't answer, like a soulless corpse, she lightly lifted the white mat and went to the back hall.

Xia Xia took me out and walked to the alley relatively silently.

I asked, "Are there any guests who haven't come to worship today?" ”

Xia Xia said: "It's all here, even Boss He of Cuige who came back from the goods has come, Sister Fei, you are-you are the last ......"

I thought about it, why did Li Xue keep looking at the courtyard gate several times just now? I thought she was waiting for a guest to come to her visit.

Xia Xia patted my hand and comforted me intimately: "Don't think about it so much, people always have to leave when they get old, even my aunt went to a better place, we should be happy for her, shouldn't we?" ”

I shed tears, Xia Xia said so, and there were tears in the corners of my eyes.

"Thank you for a hard night, stay with her, I'...... I'm no longer qualified to ......"

"Don't say that, Sister Li never blames you, just let you come back first, it's also for your body's sake. She's always thought of you as her best friend, really. ”

"Yes." I don't look away, tears are raining down.

Farewell Xia Xia, full of sadness makes me forget the horror of the night road.

Back in the courtyard, the lights and candles are on.

Who's back?

Entering the small hall, I whispered, "Who's back?" Song Lingjian? Sea drifting? Did Han San laugh at you and hide here to eat again? ”

No sound. Anyway, it can't be a thief, who steals something and is afraid that they won't be able to see it and light themselves up.

Could it be—is it Yan's fault? It's his words that are the best, I can take the opportunity to inquire, even if it's a tactful stay-

I walked to the backyard and turned the corridor, where there was a man standing in the backyard, his figure easily recognizable under the corridor lamp.

"Sea drifting? How is it alone in the courtyard? I whispered.

Hai Piao turned around violently, and his green and deep eyes were full of tears.

This sadness does not break my heart, but also makes me panic.

Something happened!

Who's in trouble? What's wrong? Can you provoke the sea drifting like this, Song Lingjian?

I hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

"Sister Fei, I'm sorry...... It's that I didn't take a good look at him...... It's my fault......" Haipiao apologized to me in a daze.

My heart is beating fast, why should I apologize? Something bad must have happened -

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Don't scare me—"

"Xiaoyu he-he-" Hai Piao pursed his lips, tears touching his eyelashes, cutting the tears in two.

"Yan is wrong? - What's wrong with Yan Cuo?! He- where is he? ”

Yan is wrong? Just got out of here? In a hurry, you can't even meet for the last time?

Hai Piao turned to look at Yan Cuo's room-

The door is slightly open and there is a light inside.

What do you mean?

"What the hell is wrong with Yan? Hai Piao, you know I'm cowardly, don't scare me......" A bad premonition hit my head frantically, and I felt my brain buzz.

Hai Piao just stared at the door and muttered, "Ling said he would save him...... Ling said he wouldn't let him die—"

I felt top-heavy and desperately rushed into Yan's room.

The lone lamp shone on the bed, and I saw Yan Cuo on the bed, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.

I turned my head and asked Haipiao in a panic, "What's the matter?" What's going on? He was fine just now—he went out with you—"

Hai Piao didn't look me in the eyes, nor did he come to help me as gently and distressedly as before, just stared blankly at the long shadow cast by the candle on the ground.

I gritted my teeth and stood up, my legs still limp, but I still walked to Yan Cuo's bed, his face showing a pale and almost gray dead silence that only a dead person can have, and his lips were blue, just like the Aunt Lian I had seen the other day—I could barely feel his breathing and temperature.

"Swallow...... Yan ...... wrong," I called out tremblingly.

Yan Cuo was quiet, and he didn't even have the frown that he should have when he was seriously ill.

"Yan Cuo, what's wrong with you? You should answer me, you open your eyes and look at me-" I panicked, I have never been so panicked as now, Yan Wrong - Yan Wrong, you can't have anything, I touched Yan Wrong hand indiscriminately-

"Ahh

Yan Cuo's arm was extremely cold, and a huge wave of nausea welled up in his throat-

I retched a few times, and my eyes were full of tears—

Yan Cuo's arm was misaligned so badly, like a twisted twist, obviously I should have touched the back of his natural palm downward, but what I saw at the moment was his palm twisting in the opposite direction and facing upward!

"Yan Cuo, what's wrong with you! What's wrong with you! I cried out loud, uncontrollably and nudging him as modestly as I could.

Dark red blood flowed from his nose and slowly ran down his cheeks to the base of his ears—

The blood all over my body was cold in an instant.

And then—

His eyes—the corners of his mouth—both eyes—slowly began to flow red blood—

"Ahh - Ahh I only heard my own feeble screams, as hoarse and broken as torn cloth, "Help! Who's going to save Yan Cuo—save my brother—"I don't know what I'm doing, Where's the door?" Where is the door?

"Song Lingjian! Song Ling Arrow! Help me! I beg you...... Please save my brother...... Save Yan Cuo...... "I cried and found the door, half of Yan Cuo's face was covered with black blood, and the light-colored pillow towel was dark red, shocking to dig out my heart and lungs.

Haipiao held me tightly, hugged me in his arms hard, and sobbed apologetically: "Sister Fei...... Whoever will order will save him...... I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

"Why? Why is this happening? It was okay when you went out...... It's okay! I hit the sea hard, "Why don't you take good care of him, he has always treated you as a big brother, why is this happening......"

"It's my fault, it's my fault...... I'm sorry......" Hai Piao blamed himself weakly.

I struggled to stand up with the last of my strength, threw myself to Yan Cuo's side, and wiped away the terrifying black blood on his face: "Yan Cuo, you'll be fine...... Even if I live for ten or twenty years and can change you from dying, I am willing and I am willing...... I haven't even heard you call out sister, you can't just leave...... You can't ......."

Yan Cuo's face became more and more gray, like a lifeless puppet, so obediently leaning on my arms.

"Okay, okay, you're leaving, aren't you leaving, leaving this hellish place, this place you want to burn down - you haven't left yet - you can go anywhere, even if you don't come back in this life, even if you hate me in this life, I'm willing to - but don't die, don't die! I beg you...... Yes! ”

Yan Cuo has been bleeding all the time, and on his pale red face that he has just wiped, the seven orifices are bleeding, and those blood seem to be the hatred he has planted in his heart for me over the years, so strong that it wants to drown me!

"I promised my dad that I would take good care of you, but you can't...... You can't go before me, you can't...... Yan wrong! Yan wrong! ”

God, why are you doing this to us, isn't your punishment for the Yan family enough? I just want a peaceful and simple life, why do you want to hurt me, why? No matter how much resentment Yan Cuo has in his heart, he is just a poor child, why not give him a chance, don't give him a chance to get some happiness again and be a valuable person again?

"Daddy...... You have a spirit in the sky, you save Yan Cuo, you save him......" Every sentence I cried and shouted was already so painful that my throat was like a knife.

"He's bleeding again." Hai Piao suddenly whispered.

I am afraid of blood, but I can hold Yan Cuo and let his blood soak my clothes.

"Help him, I beg you to ......," Hai Piao pleaded weakly.

That's when I realized that he was talking to someone else - it was Song Lingjian, it must be!

As if I had caught hope, I turned my head to look at the two people behind me with my stiff neck, Song Lingjian was dressed in black, with his hands behind his back and his head down, standing there lightly.

"Song Lingjian...... Song Lingjian, I beg you...... I beg you to save Yan Cuo...... Save him...... "I want to get up and beg her, even if I can't stand on my knees, I want to ask for this alms."

But as soon as I moved, I heard the sticky sound of my clothes being stained with blood, and my eyes were already hot from crying, looking at Song Lingjian's black clothes as if they were dyed with blood......

Song Lingjian lowered her head and walked a few steps forward, she held the stove in her hand, and looked up at me slightly, her face was very haggard, and I couldn't see her eyes clearly in the hazy tears.