Ping Yan pounded her head with her hand, as if she wanted to pry her head open. Major Shen put her down and tightened her hands, her crying was still thick, like a mouth stuffed in a jar, her crying was violent, but it sounded impermeable, and it was even more distressing. Shen Dashao cupped her face and let her look into her eyes, "I'm here, I'm here, what are you afraid of?" ”

Tianguang was like a black fish, turning over, and the color on the back of his abdomen pressed down, like a black pot. In such tones, his eyes seemed to be polished, a kind of frosted glass ball, which had been crawling in the dirt for a long time and was covered with ash. These eyes shouldn't be Shen Yuji's. His eyes are blinking stars. She pushed him away, clasped her hands to her chest, and made a defensive gesture, "Who are you!" You are not Shen Yuchen! ”

He stepped forward, and she took a step back until he cornered her.

She resisted him with the meniscus knife, and he didn't look afraid, he leaned forward slightly and touched her hair. The tip of the knife almost stabbed him in the throat, and he laughed, bluffing, as if he were watching her joke, sure she wouldn't kill him.

"Take a closer look, I'm not Shen Yuchen, who can it be?" He leaned forward, the tip of his nose next to hers.

Ping Yan was covered in cold sweat and was covered with heat, greasy and sticking to the clothes, as if she had been stuffy in the damp and warm cotton for a long time. Her memories are also hot flashes. Looking at his face, it seemed to be Shen Yuji's appearance, and it didn't seem to be ...... He pinched her wrist, as if he wanted to pinch off a butterfly's wings, "Xu Pingyan, I am Shen Yuchen, from today onwards, you can see clearly!" ”

With a slight force, her hand went numb, and the knife fell straight into the ground with a bang. He took her hand and softened his voice, "What have you been thinking about all day, you have to take care of the fetus and stop being suspicious." You should always believe in Mu Zicheng. ”

He picked up the meniscus and stuffed it into his pocket, "I'll keep it for you first, it's too dangerous." "Take her by the way. This is the fourteenth day of the first month, and tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, deserted, more like the Midyear Festival, there is no incense, and the ghosts are too lazy to come out. There is another war, and everyone who can escape has fled, and those who can't escape are waiting for death. They walked on the street, looking very different from the old, weak, sick and disabled, more like a pair of lonely ghosts, I don't know whether they are looking for a grave or someone.

When I came back, it was already eight or nine o'clock, and Ping Yan was fed water by him and helped to bed. He covered the quilt for her, and sat at the head of the bed for a while, still reluctant, "I can't accompany you at night, I have to deal with some affairs, I let the girl snuggle the soup and warm it, you sleep first, and then drink when you wake up." ”

Ping Yan closed her eyes tightly, but she couldn't sleep, but she didn't dare to look at his face, and her head hurt badly when she saw it. He sighed under his breath and straightened up, opening and closing the door gently. I don't know how long it took for him to be devoid of his breath in the room before she opened her eyes.

She lived in the back wing of a medical center, and the old Chinese medicine doctor, who was over half a hundred years old, was contracted by him to take care of her fetus. The room was a little shabby, with the bitter smell of herbs everywhere, and after staying for a long time, she seemed to be a taste of Coptis soaked in a thick black soup, bitter from head to toe. She looked at the ceiling, which was the kind of old-fashioned beam, with a thick waist of elm wood black and yellow, and upside down with handfuls of air-dried Chinese herbs, like specimens of a pair of hands. She lay on the bed in a daze, more like a specimen, shriveled and with nothing in her head.

She thought of Yi Fengjun and felt the need to go to him, maybe she could ask for an understanding. Thinking of this, she became even more flustered, for fear of hearing some bizarre truth from Yi Fengjun. He should be Shen Yuchen...... She began to think about Shen Yuchen's face over and over again, thinking about it so much that her head was splitting, and she tossed until dawn.

She got up with a pair of dark eyes, hastily cleaned up and went out. She always knew that there were some idlers in the hospital, who were specially designed to protect her, and it was also a kind of supervision, which he arranged without consulting her in advance. This is very different from Shen Yujian. She quickened her pace and beckoned a rickshaw to come up. The coachman's foot bell rang one after another, shuttling through the streets and alleys, like a Taoist priest going down the mountain shaking the bell of collecting demons, ringing people's hearts. She wanted to get rid of them, whispered directions to the coachman from time to time, and ran aimlessly. Those men are very cunning and fast-moving, and they can't keep up with them. She was worried, and she looked back frequently, only to find that the people were suddenly gone. She didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly urged the coachman to leave.

He hid around the corner of the street, watched her back walk away, and removed the grimace mask from his face. His face burned in the explosion, and his forehead was covered in black and red rotten flesh, even more terrifying than the mask in his hand. When her shadow was no longer visible, he put on the mask again, and with a cold light in his eyes, he carefully wiped the blood from the blade with a white linen cloth, and turned away, almost unable to catch his footsteps, like a gust of black wind.

He had long since lost sight of the sackcloth before it fell to the ground, among the three or four corpses in the ground.

The old housekeeper of Yifu made tea for her, but she hurriedly said no, and only asked where Master Yi is now?

The old housekeeper said: "Our lord, he has been gone for several days, saying that he is going to another place, and there is a contract to negotiate." ”

Ping Yan knew that the treasure map was in his hand, so he must have taken the map to find the treasure, it was such a coincidence, not long after the bronze box was opened, Jiangbei reinforcements arrived, what does this mean? The three provinces of Jiangbei are wading through this troubled water, not for the treasures of the former Qing Dynasty, it seems that Yi Fengjun has concluded an alliance with Jiangbei without Shen Yuchen. She remembered Bai Heng's words, she had someone to follow all the way from Qingzhou to Qingyuan Town, and this person was Shen Yucheng. Before this, except for the master, only he knew his life experience, and it seemed that he had already known the key to opening the bronze box, so it was no wonder that he had been around her for so many days. As for letting her get on the boat so easily, Xu was that he noticed that the bronze box in his hand was fake, and he was using her as bait to lure the fish into the bait.

One after another, they were all foxes who had become spirits. She jumped from one set to another, and died several times, and now it is really funny to think about it, it turns out that she is shallow and can't see through people's hearts and the world. Maybe she's still in a condom now, but she doesn't know it, through the belly, who can see whose fancy intestines?

The sky was a little cloudy, the color of a raw crab shell, glowing brightly, and the sun was still sleeping soundly in the clouds. The winter sun has no competitive heart, and it can't tear through the dark clouds that destroy the city, and it will come out if it can come out, and if it can't come out, it will just be like hibernating. Ping Yan felt that the sky was dazzling, so she blocked the sun with her hand, and only found that the sun had long since disappeared halfway. She still felt dazzling, sore, sore, like a vat of sauerkraut soaked for a long time, so bad that even her nose was sour.

She didn't know where she went, it was the same everywhere anyway. In these days, people set traps everywhere in order to live.

It snowed, and the snow particles flew all over the sky like gnats, and pieces of white flowers died in the hair and turned into water. She heard the mournful sound of the suona blowing, loud, but out of tune, as if it was so sad that she couldn't even clean up the tune. She raised her head and saw a team in front of her, white cloth filial piety clothes, paper money sprinkled all over the sky, it was a funeral, carrying the coffin of golden silk nanmu, getting closer and closer to her.

She wanted to get out of the way, but her steps were a little disobedient, as if she was frozen, and it was difficult to take a step. The group of funeral mourners didn't rush her, all of them looked serious and dull, like a group of paper people accompanying the funeral, and they didn't mean to be sad at all, like the master's family temporarily found a full number of laborers. The snowflakes grew larger, about the size of paper money, and the softness smashed her all over her body, and she didn't know much, she smelled a unique smell of coffins, the aroma of old wood, with the cold of freshly painted paint, which was an isolated smell. She turned her head, and the coffin brushed against her, as if she was going to take her away, and she followed her with her feet. The Tuanshou pattern on the coffin was sprinkled with gold paint, rich and complicated, she saw her eyes dizzy, as if she saw the person in the coffin smiling at her, she couldn't see his face clearly, she only knew that he smiled very good, so good that she couldn't help laughing.

She was stunned and was pulled out by a pair of hands.

"Miss, what are you doing with them!" As he spoke, he snorted a few times, "No matter what kind of dirty things you are, the people who lead the living are not afraid of being the descendants of death!" ”

The light in her eyes gradually gathered, and outside the snow curtain was a mother-in-law, who was holding her hand with concern on her face, asking long and short questions.

She couldn't make out what she was asking, and her whole body froze, as if she had just crawled out of a coffin. The funeral was far away, but she could still faintly smell the smell of the coffin, as if it came from her own body, her tears were pouring down, and she couldn't tell why, but she just remembered the smile of the person in the coffin, some of the familiar ones she had seen in her previous life. He must be lonely, she thought.

"Is it warmer?" Granny Wang picked up the kettle and filled her cup with another cup.

She gradually came over, but she was still shivering with cold, and she was not warm under the quilt, so she took a sip of water and said, "Granny Wang, I didn't expect to meet you here." By the way, didn't Yuji give you a sum of money to get you out of here? Why didn't you leave and find such a remote place to live? ”

Granny Wang sighed: "The roots of a lifetime, I am all this old bones, people who should have been buried in the ground, where are I willing to leave, I have to guard the tomb of our old man, and die with him." ”

Ping Yan said: "Mother-in-law's heart, Uncle Wang Quan will know about it." ”

She smiled embarrassedly, and asked again: "The inn was blown up, fortunately you are fine, by the way, the second young master is still safe, right?" ”

Ping Yan thought about it, but still said, "Peace." Seeing that the house was dilapidated and ventilated on all sides, and that there was not even a stove, he proposed, "Mother-in-law and I should go and live together, so that there is someone to talk to, and I am bored alone." ”

Granny Wang was flattered and said again and again: "Where am I going, old woman, I don't want to hinder the mood of your little couple." ”

Ping Yan was a little embarrassed and took her hand, "Mother-in-law, don't make fun of us." Uncle Wang Quan is my father's senior brother, and we are still related to each other. I'm pregnant with a child now, and it's inevitable that I'll be messy alone, so you have the right to accompany me. ”

Granny Wang thought about it, there was no one in her mother's family, she said this to see herself as her mother's family, the child is a month old, and she really can't do without people around her. Thinking of her two sons who were not as good as pigs and dogs and were competing for their lives, she couldn't help but burst into tears, held her hand, wiped her tears, and said, "I know that Miss was worried that I would be cold in winter, so she let me live." ”

Ping Yan also has a different kind of emotion in her heart, which has not been for many years, and has a faint illusion of going home. In this world, anyone who has a relationship with their Xu family, she feels kind, "Mother-in-law, don't cry, let's go, let's go pack our things." ”