Bai Heng got dressed and walked out. The daylight leaked in through the window drawers, and there were glowing windows, and the rays of light were innumerable, woven into a huge silk, covering his whole body like a quilt, and he seemed to be walking around on a couch, with the illusion of half-dreaming and half-awake.

His life is really confusing. He was thrown away when he was born, and he was raised by beggars to the age of five, and he entered the troupe in a daze, and fell in love with her in a daze, and the end was also confusing, and she stabbed him to death with a few cruel words.

He stopped, and his whole body seemed to sink into the depths of the sun. He was thinner than before, and his long, slender body, like a bare hemp stalk, could still be seen, but the roots rooted in the ground were rotten. Hua Peony put on her clothes indiscriminately, and she felt a lot of emotions in her heart for a while, and she couldn't tell which flavor had the upper hand, but the whole person was wooden, as if she was suppressed by Wei Sheng, and she was a puppet who couldn't find the three souls and seven spirits.

Bai Heng slowly went out and walked, like a puppet, burrowing into the colorful glass bottle, the sky was blue, fresh glaze, the snow on the eaves was dripping, like a lot, and the world was quiet, only the sun seemed to be talking, bustling, chattering warmly, so that people couldn't open their eyes.

He went into the corner of the bottle and locked himself up, and the sky was high and the sea was wide in the future, probably not to meet again. The sunlight was like ten thousand golden needles in thin hair, piercing her whole body, and she suddenly felt a wave of horror, and even her teeth chattered. The wind blew the door shut, and a subtle "bang" rolled like thunder in her heart, completely cutting off her love. She threw herself out, like a fugitive being hunted down, running for her life. She also entered the colorful glass bottle, which contained all kinds of things, but she could no longer see any trace of him. The sun was a huge charcoal fire, surrounded by sparks, and her eyes were full of light, and her face was wet. She squatted down, stepping on the bluestone ground with her bare feet, the slush was sticky and cold, like blood dripping from the tip of her heart, she couldn't escape, and seemed to die under the knife of fate.

The eaves leaned against the car window, her hair was shining in the sun, and she also looked preoccupied. Shen Dashao called to stop, the driver pulled over the road, he looked back at her, with a soft scrutiny in his eyes, "What's wrong?" Isn't it uncomfortable? ”

Ping Yan said: "It's okay, it's just that the car is a little stuffy, and it's not very comfortable." ”

Shen Dashao said with a smile: "There is a plum garden not far away, it is in full bloom, do you want to go and see it?" I'll walk back to your lodgings with you later, and I'll be relieved. ”

Ping Yan said yes. He was the first to get out of the car, opened the back door and led her down, and took off his thick tweed trench coat and draped it on her, and said thoughtfully: "It's a sunny day, the snow has melted, it's the coldest time, don't catch a cold." ”

He was buttoning her up, like a schoolboy doing homework, stroke by stroke, neat and dull, sincere. She was a little funny, "The second young master, this little girl is not qualified, why is she so stupid to serve people?" ”

Shen Dashao's movements in his hands stopped, and his fingers were on the round button, and the thick wool material was hairy and a little prickly. He buttoned the last button before raising his eyes, inserting the slightly painful hands into his pants pockets, and said, "It will be better to practice more in the future." ”

Ping Yan laughed, shook her handkerchief and walked forward. He followed behind him, with a smile on his face, and a corner of his teeth was obliquely exposed, white and crystalline. He walked a few steps, waking up like a nightmare, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, such a movement of his hands in his pockets, and the arc of his grin, like a mirror, reflected Shen Yuchen's small habits. And he was unconscious and inadvertently eager to secretly become him.

Ping Yan turned around and saw that he was standing strangely in place, his hands hanging loosely between his hips, without a look, as if he had been doused with cold water on his head. She was a little unbearable, but she still quipped: "Okay, okay, I didn't really ask you to be a girl for me, what are you worried about?" ”

The sunlight spread evenly on her face, a thin layer of golden veil, and she couldn't help laughing, and her cheeks were gradually thickened with rose, and she thought that she had endured it extremely hard. It's really a thousand people with a thousand faces, it turns out that she is like this in front of the second brother, he is envious, and he is also a little happy, it seems that he has figured it out, as long as he keeps her by his side, there is nothing wrong with pretending to be the second brother. Since he is dead, and their mother and son are helpless, it is reasonable for him to take care of them. It's just that in the future, Jiangbei will have to make arrangements as soon as possible.

The red plums in the garden bloomed well, and the snacks on the long street were also delicious, and the two of them walked around and played all the way, and it was already evening when they came back. In winter, the days are short, six or seven o'clock in the morning, and the night is already deep.

Ping Yan walked a long way, her feet were a little sore, and she muttered that she refused to go again. Shen Dashao lowered his body in front of her and patted his shoulder, "Come up, I'll carry you away, now the child is younger, and he won't be able to carry it in another month or two." ”

She remembered the last time she was in the snow, and Shen Yuchen also carried her on her back, that time was the night before they went to danger together, but tonight it was the rest of her life. She threw her arms around his broad back, and he lifted her legs and lifted her up. She asked, "Am I sinking?" He remembered the time she had jumped out of the window, and he caught her like a light butterfly, and said, "It's heavier." ”

She slapped him on the back and said angrily: "I still think I'm sinking, you kill a thousand knives, but I'm pregnant with yours." ”

His back was slightly bent, facing the snow, not knowing what he was thinking, and after a moment he looked up, "Yes...... It's mine. His eyes were gray and misty, gathered on the snowy road, like two old lanterns, with the sour and musty smell of time. His heart was also a little moldy, and the greenish-brown spots were dense and white hair, which had been left cold for a long time in a damp corner that no one cared about. He remembered that time in the dark room of the Qingyuan Gang, if she hadn't come to the rescue, he might have been killed by the silver needle hidden weapon, and she would not be ruthless to herself. He suddenly wanted to ask, and he asked, "What kind of person do you think my eldest brother is?" ”

Ping Yan's chin rested on his shoulder, as if he was thinking seriously, and he was so angry that he was full of collars, he became nervous, and his heartstrings tightened one by one. She hummed several times and said after consideration: "Master told me that there are three kinds of people in this world, simple and complex, both simple and complex. Children are simple, adults are complex, but sometimes there will be simple moments, and the elderly are both simple and complex. The eldest young master is an adult, but he doesn't have a simple moment, and it is tens of millions of times more complicated. I can't say for sure, I just know that he can't be easily provoked, and he is easy to provoke and burn. ”

He couldn't help laughing, not because it was better than he originally expected, but because he sighed fate, she didn't know that she had been provoked a long time ago, but she had only burned her body so far. He chuckled lowly, very cheerfully, and the cold wind passed by his lips, and the laughter was provoked, and his back fell together, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Ping Yan didn't know which style he smoked, but the laughter seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and it was vented out of his head, from sinking to clear, until finally he heard the similar taste in his memory, this feeling was strangely terrifying, as if Shen Yuzhen was stolen by someone to change his soul, and he changed it back halfway.

Why did Bai Heng call him Shen Yucheng. They are biological brothers, and there are naturally similarities between the eyebrows and eyes, especially a pair of eyes, except for the different looks, they are almost identical in shape. It is common for outsiders to admit mistakes at first glance, but Bai Heng and Shen Yuchen have met several times, how can they admit their mistakes?

She unexpectedly scooped her hands into his neckline, and there was nothing in the empty space around her neck, and she touched it several times in a row. Didn't he wear the red rope with a jade pendant all day long? Why did you take it off today, or ...... She was silent, and her heart bulged out with fright.

Shen Dashao noticed something strange and asked, "Why don't you speak?" Are you sleepy? ”

Half of his face is sideways, and the night is only a hook brush dipped in ink, outlining the trend of his side face, like the peaks and cliffs of the cliff, hard and distinct, and the forehead and nose are neat and strong strokes. She looked at his face, a little glazed. She clearly remembered that Shen Yuchen's side face was softer than the one in front of her, why was it suddenly so sharp? She frowned in meditation, sketching his face over and over again in her mind, but she always forgot what she had drawn in front of her halfway through. She was a little anxious, and the night wind became violent, whistling and whistling, like a Hu Ji Qiang flute, screaming and wailing, interrupting her memory one after another. She was so anxious that she sweated out, racking her brains to think about his face over and over again, but there was always a piece missing, his face was hidden in the deep clouds, deliberately avoiding her. Her brain hurt, roaring and shouting, she was no longer in a hurry, she only felt a wave of fear, like a cool white silk wrapped around her neck, tightly circled, I don't know if the air was stagnant, or she was suffocating.

She couldn't even remember Shen Yuji's appearance.