The creeper carried the window, and the shriveled and yellow vines were like an old net of dust, splitting the glass embedded in the window frame into a strange shape. Bai Heng looked through this oppressive gap, his eyes were long, and he spilled out to the outside world, but he only saw a purple ink curtain in the sky above, and a bright silver white in the sky below.

Silent night sky, snow.

Other than that, nothing.

He couldn't see where she was.

Suddenly, there was an urgent and heavy knock on the door, and it was late at night, I don't know who it would be? He went to open the door, but what he saw was Ping Yan's white and purple face.

As if in a dream, before a word came out of his throat, she drove straight into it angrily, grabbed his sleeves, and asked regardless of her manners, "Who is Master?" ”

She was vicious and fierce, but the light surging in her eyes showed fragility and fear, and that appearance reminded him of the look of people when she first came to the troupe, as if every step under her feet was a furnace, and every flower and tree in this world was an enemy that would hurt the killer.

Bai Heng held her body, saw that she was thinly dressed, and had a pair of bare feet, thinking that she had been running in the snow for a long time, and the surface of her feet was bruised without a background color, a few scratches, and blood beads flowed down one by one.

She didn't feel any pain either, just like she did back then.

"Your foot is injured, senior brother will bandage you, okay?"

She said loudly, "Tell me, what kind of person Master is!" ”

Bai Hengqiang swallowed the pain like thunder and drumming in his heart, and coaxed with a gentle expression: "You sit down first, and Senior Brother will tell you slowly, okay?" ”

He took her by the hand, pressed her down on a chair, and wrapped her in a thick cotton robe.

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat and tears on Ping Yan's face, and asked softly, "What's wrong with Senior Sister today, in the past, I took the initiative to mention Master's identity, but you didn't care about it." Didn't you tell me that no matter who Master is, he will always be the person you always admire and love? ”

Ping Yan remembered the bits and pieces that Master had treated her over the years, and she felt even more heartbroken. She didn't believe that those teachings were all fakes, and she didn't believe that her master had created such a bureau waiting for her to drill. But things are in a hurry, and they have reached such a tricky situation.

She couldn't bear it anymore, she couldn't tolerate the never-ending suspicion of Master in her heart.

She wants to know the truth, because she believes in the master as a human being, so she is not afraid of the scene behind the peeling of her face.

But she didn't notice it, and since she stepped into this door, her whole body was trembling, like a lonely goose in a lonely shower, and her thick feathers could not resist the chill that soaked into her muscles and bones.

Her eyes were black and white and cold, staring at her like a dead eye, seemingly calm, but she was in a rambling panic.

"Tell me, Master." She repeated again, mechanical hiss.

Bai Heng looked at her eyes, he had never seen such beautiful eyes, and when he was a child, he was poor and had no external objects, and his sister's eyes were the most valuable things around him, he cared for her everywhere, just hoping to see different colors from those eyes every day, just like looking forward to the future.

He dreamed of filling her eyes with all the splendor of the world, so that she could always rejoice.

As soon as she was happy, her eyes were full of dissolved clear light, and a pool of moonlight water was mixed with wine, and he was drunk without drinking, and he was more happy than her.

He really couldn't bear to see those eyes showing such a look at the moment, numbness, pathos, and fear.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called Butterfly Blade?"

Ping Yan shook her head a little dazedly.

Bai Heng squatted down, moistened the water with a handkerchief, and wiped her feet carefully, "I don't know too well on the side, I only know that Master is a member of the Butterfly Blade Organization, and there is also a Butterfly Fire Organization." These two organizations have been around for some years, and it is said that some people with lofty ideals in the former Qing Dynasty realized the great changes in the world, and feared that the land would be trampled by foreign barbarians, so they specially recruited capable people to save the perilous, which is the source of the two organizations of Butterfly Fire and Butterfly Blade. ”

Butterfly fire?

Ping Yan suddenly remembered the people who kidnapped Shen Yuchen outside the dense forest of the villa at the foot of the mountain, and still remembered that the leader was called Liu Muyun, who was the confidant secretary of Mu Sheng, the chief financial minister of Beiping, and he did have a fiery butterfly wing tattooed on his arm.

A tough guy man's body tattoo with such bells and whistles is suspicious, but it is only suspicious.

Butterfly blades?

If Liu Muyun is a member of the Butterfly Fire Organization, then the Butterfly Fire Organization's allegiance is the Beiping Mu family, so what about the master, who is he loyal to?

I'm afraid this matter can only be pried out of Shen Dashao's mouth.

There was no intersection between Master and Shen Dashao before, and the bronze box was a bridge that facilitated the transaction between Master and Shen Dashao. In this way, everything can be explained, and the secret of her life experience may be what the master said and Shen Dashao listened to.

And all her speculations are bound to be confirmed by Shen Dashao.

But she knew more clearly that Shen Dashao would not answer her with the truth in these questions.

The more she knew, the more she was a huge threat to Shen Dashao and to Master.

thought that the temperament that had been tempered by the world could be strong enough, but it was still loose and scattered. She got her wish and knew the identity of the master, but her body and mind were tighter than before, and after clearing a layer of clouds, she was still white and misty out of sight, and she didn't know how many layers were wrapped.

But she didn't have the strength to go to the middle of the fog.

She can only choose to live stupidly, and if she doesn't get close to the truth, she won't get close to killing.

The moon shadow shifted, and Ping Yan was silent for a long time, stunned, before returning a trace of popularity. But her voice was still cold, ethereal, as if seeping out of the cold layer of earth.

She asked, "Senior brother, do you have any shady secrets?" ”

She didn't wait for him to answer, smiled sadly, looked at a silhouette on the wall, took care of herself, and sighed slowly: "Actually, each of us is unseemly, from childhood to old age, love and hatred, hatred and resentment, are all secrets, we hide from the people we love, sometimes we even have to hide ourselves." In the end, these secrets have become a sharp blade that hurts others and hurts ourselves, and the most important thing is that this sharp blade is still polished by our own hands. ”

She shed a few tears, which bloomed silently in the dark night.

Like secrets, they are only suitable for panting and popping up in the middle of the night when they can't see their fingers and everything is dead, and they lift their feet and burrow into people's dreams like centipedes.

Shen Dashao leaned against the car window, motionless and stared at the vine-covered window upstairs. The frost of the moonlight froze the glass window, and there was a gurgling water, but he could see the clear shadow in the ice that was a few feet deep.

Like a thin apricot blossom branch, sticking out of the wall, he accidentally saw it, and remembered it without opinion, and it became an unintentional secret in his heart.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it slowly.

The cigarette butt was extinguished, it was a cluster of fireworks in the dark night, and among the smoke clouds, it burned secretly, as if it was about to burn his heart.

As the sun slowly rises over the horizon, illuminating all corners of the world, the rampant secrets of the night seem to vanish.

Shen Da Shao is still Shen Da Shao, and Ping Yan is still Ping Yan.

They all selectively forgot last night's secrets.

But Xu Wanqing couldn't turn a blind eye. Xiyue painted her voice and colored, and exaggerated the secret of the eldest young master's drunken invasion of Ping Yan's room last night.

"Young grandma, look at that cheap hoof, it's not a good thing at all. She seduced the eldest young master and didn't say anything, but she shamelessly relied on the second young master, just the child in her belly, I don't know which wild man's seed outside, how can such a shameless woman stay by our side, and teach others badly for no reason, isn't this a joke for outsiders? Xiyue gushed endlessly, stepping on the soles of her feet as much as possible.

Xu Wanqing coaxed the child to sleep, as if she hadn't heard it.

"Young grandma, no matter how generous you are, maybe one day she will climb on top of you." Xiyue crossed his eyebrows and was indignant.

Xu Wanqing put the sleeping child in the brocade quilt, and then raised her head and looked at her.

The little Jiujiu hidden deep in Xiyue's heart seemed to be pierced, she lowered her head and said no more.

And Xu Wanqing's heart is clean and honest, but the sun and the moon are all on Shen Dashao, so naturally he will not allow Shen Dashao's private secrets to blossom and bear fruit. The woman is jealous, although she is kind and generous, but in the early stage of childhood, she can't rub the sand in her eyes, not to mention that this grain of sand is still the pearl of Shen Yuchen's palm.

She gestured, "Yucheng won't come back for dinner at noon, please come and sit down and have dinner with me." ”