A few words of understatement, but every word of the heart, made the man's brain explode with a bang, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"No...... No......" his fingers spasmed and his expression distorted, "this crime must have been made up by you at will!" Shen Hanxi, you shameless person! I'll fight with you......"

He rushed towards Shen Hanxi like crazy, but before his words landed, a knife stabbed him in the chest.

Blood splattered from the corners of his lips, and the expression on his face froze.

The black-clothed shadow guard drew his sword from his body, and blood splattered three feet in an instant.

Shen Hanxi blocked the umbrella in front of him in time, and the bright red blood immediately burned and opened on the surface of the umbrella. The shadow guard turned around: "It's too late to save the fight, this thief hasn't disturbed the adults, right?" ”

Shen Hanxi looked at the man who had lost his breath in an instant and didn't even have time to close his eyes for a long time. After a moment, he spoke, with a slight disgust in his voice: "There are always some people who don't know how to lift up, and they have to drive themselves to their deaths. Feel free to find a place and bury it. ”

The shadow guard took the order and made a dark whistle, and immediately two other people appeared to help with the corpse. He looked at his lord again, but saw a little blood on his robe.

The shadow guard's face suddenly changed, and he half-knelt down: "Damn it!" ”

On the day they entered the shadow guard, Manager Xia repeatedly told them that their adults had a serious cleanliness habit, especially not like blood. He was too quick to act and didn't think about it, if he annoyed his own adults because of this......

Shen Hanxi glanced at him: "Who taught you to kneel at every turn?" ”

The shadow guard stood up with his knife, speculating that he should not be in the mood to continue walking, so he hurriedly waved to the sedan chair parked on the side, motioned for them to carry it over, and asked Shen Hanxi what he meant: "My lord, do you want to go back to the house directly?" ”

Shen Hanxi answered lazily, the sedan chair was quickly lifted in front of him, he put away the umbrella and threw it into the arms of the shadow guard, and was about to enter. I was halfway through the action, but I suddenly looked at the mouth of the alley.

A girl, holding a somewhat shabby umbrella, with a pale look on her palm-sized face, looked at this place in a daze.

He couldn't help but squint.

There was a dark light in the shadow guard's eyes, and his hand pressed the scabbard: "Your Excellency, ......"

He retracted his gaze and got into the sedan chair: "The dignified guard, are you still afraid of a little girl?" ”

The shadow guard sheathed the sword: "Yes." ”

With a thick mattress in the sedan chair and a delicately crafted hand warmer at hand, he sat upright for a moment and couldn't help but lift the sedan curtain. In the rain curtain, he saw the girl staggering. The rain was very strong, the vision was not good, and soon, the small figure disappeared into the rain and fog, and was no longer visible.

His eyebrows tightened, and he sat up straight. It is also that he has a good memory, and he can still recall her appearance at this time. Just now, he had seen her in the Yanyu Building. It wasn't the first time they had met in Ling'an City, the first time they had met, she was sitting in a restaurant on the street, opposite him.

Although she wore men's clothes that day, her eyebrows and eyes were marked, and she looked like a girl, and her whole person was as clean and transparent as white jade, and she smiled and said to him: "I have a relationship with this son......"

He stroked the wrench on his hand, swept the blood splashed on his clothes, and thought about the picture of her running away just now, and for some reason his mood was even worse.

Perhaps, it was time for the Shadow Guard to kill her......

There was a blinding red in Song Ran's field of vision, but it was too far away for her to see the truth. When she approached, the traces on the ground had been washed away by the rain, and only the faint smell of blood that washed into her nose reminded her that what had just happened here was definitely not that simple.

The man's indifferent voice was still in his ears: "Find a random place and bury it." ”

I have long known that the powerful ministers who are sideways and respectful are not good people. But seeing him so carelessly decide a person's life and death, she still couldn't suppress the strong emotions in her heart. But many emotions converge, and more of them are fear.

She was scared in her heart, her steps became faster and faster, she almost staggered and ran, and she lost her umbrella halfway and didn't pay attention.

Because it was a rainy day, there were few guests in the "world's first", so Uncle Zhong stayed here for a long time and went back early. Hang Da went to help others deliver goods, and Hang Er sat bored on the edge of the door, waiting for the guests to come to the door. Looking at the getting dark, he thought to himself that there should be no more guests today.

When the last customer in the shop left, Liu Laosi, who was settling accounts at the counter, said to Hang Er: "Let's close early today." ”

Hang Er waited for his words early in the morning, and hurriedly got up: "Okay, it's raining so hard, are you still going home today?" ”

Liu Laosi went to get the umbrella: "Your Aunt Liu is suffering from the cold, I have to go back to accompany her." ”

Hang Er said: "Then I'll send you." So saying, he went and fetched the hat and the coat.

Liu Laosi rejected him: "No need, just a few steps, you can't pull the carriage out, clean the shop for a while, although the new owner is easy to talk to, he can't cope with things......"

was chattering, but saw Hang Er's gaze past him and fell outside the door, with a hint of surprise on his face: "The owner? ”

As soon as Liu Laosi turned around, he saw a girl standing in front of the door, soaking wet, the rain flowing down her forehead, and her body was a little shivering.

"I lost my umbrella, and I remembered that the shop was nearby, so I came over." She went into the shop and stood by the door to wring the rain off her sleeve.

"Boss, you're going to catch a cold like this."

Liu Lao Sixing came over and reproached Hang Er: "Why are you so blind, quickly take the owner to the back, take a clean clothes to change, and I'll cook a bowl of ginger soup." ”

Hang Er hurriedly said: "Dongjia, you come with me." ”

Song Ran nodded at him and followed him to the backyard. Although the Hang brothers are all locals of Ling'an, their home is in the south of the city, and the shop is in the north of the city, so it is inconvenient to return home, so they stay here on weekdays and go home once a month. Hang Er rummaged through the cabinets, and finally found a clean dress that he hadn't worn and handed it to her: "Boss, change it quickly." He also emphasized, "This dress was made for me by my mother during the New Year, and I haven't worn it yet, so don't dislike it." ”

Song Ran took the clothes and thanked him warmly.

Although she is in an embarrassed state at this time, she is still good-looking, with curved eyebrows, round eyes, Zhou Zheng facial features, and a smile is like a breeze coming slowly, and begonia flowers are blooming.

Hang Er's face turned red all of a sudden, and when he saw her standing there for a long time without moving, he reacted: "You change, I'll ...... I'll go outside. ”

Song Ran changed his clothes, although they were ordinary cloth clothes, but the stitches were fine and the embroidery was exquisite.

What kind of mood did his mother have to make this garment for him?

After she changed her clothes, Liu Laosi brought ginger soup again, watched her drink it, and chattered: "Why did the owner lose his umbrella, if he suffers from the cold, he won't be able to get better in seven or eight days." He said to Hang Er again, "Don't go to prepare the car yet, send the owner back." ”

Song Ran's heart was warm, and his mood was slightly settled.

She didn't return for a long time, Zhong Bo was already a little anxious, heard the knock on the door, hurriedly went to greet her, saw that her expression was a little unusual, and the words that she was going to complain swallowed to her mouth, silently draped her coat over her shoulders and said, "It's good to come back." ”

The "dumb" also staggered out, and stopped talking to her.

Hang Er leaned next to him and whispered, "I think the owner seems to be a little frightened, don't let the owner run around alone in the future." ”

Shocked? Send him a letter, why is he shocked?

Song Ran didn't seem to want to mention this stubble, so he went to the bathroom to take a bath, and as soon as he came out, he entered his room, wrapped himself in the quilt, and closed his eyes tightly.

She is extremely timid and afraid of death.

Since birth, he has been very afraid of death. At the age of twelve, her grandfather set her a marriage, and this fear of death finally had a specific deadline - as long as she left the house, she would no longer have to fear. Since then, she has asked Uncle Zhong every year on her birthday: "Can I live to the year of Jilu?" This kind of question is really not like the question that a girl in the prime of her life should ask, and Uncle Zhong replied every time: "Young master, during the lifetime of the old slave, he will take good care of you." ”

Look, even Uncle Zhong can't guarantee that in his absence, she will still be able to enjoy the peace and joy of this world.

But at that time, she didn't expect that the sixteenth birthday, which she was looking forward to every day, did not change her fate as she expected, and it was on that day that she decided to hold her life in her hands and never rely on others again.

"Song Ran, you can't think about it anymore."

Despite her unusual behaviour the day before, she sat down at the table on time the next day.

Something was wrong when she came back yesterday, and it must have been something that had happened on the way to deliver a letter for herself. Although the mute is not good at expression, he can't help but feel guilty, and secretly observes her expression from time to time during meals.

She put her chopsticks down and said, "I've finished eating." After speaking, he suddenly looked at him, he was unexpected, and hurriedly lowered his head to pull the rice in the bowl.

She said, "Dumb, you seem to have something to ask me." ”

He looked away: "No." ”

She said, "Really? ”

He finally couldn't bear her gaze anymore and said lightly, "You only ate half a bowl of rice." ”

I eat at least two bowls on weekdays.

She looked at the remaining rice in the bowl and picked up the bamboo chopsticks again: "It's not good to waste." While sending the rice to his mouth, he said casually, "Miss Jiang said that she would come to see you in the next two days, what is her credit, will she say that she will come, but she will not come because she is afraid of things?" ”

Jiang Lili has accepted his things, so there is no reason to regret it, this is the rule of the industry.

He said briefly, "It will come." ”

She said lightly: "When you decide to trust someone, how can you not be prepared to be betrayed?" After pulling the rice grains in the bowl, he got up, "I'll go wash the dishes." ”

His eyes kept following her back, and he heard Uncle Zhong ask him, "What are your plans after leaving the capital?" ”

He shook his head. So far, we can only take one step at a time.

After changing the medicine, it was already dusk, and the mute went out to breathe with his clothes on, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the small figure sitting under the eaves of the porch.

The long hair was untied, and the whole person looked lazy and thin, and I didn't know where to find a jade Xiao, which was blowing very happily.

It's a pity that the master who taught her was going to cry and faint in the toilet when he heard it.

It's so ugly.

He couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Miss Song...... It's weird. ”

Zhong Boxing walked to his side: "Just get used to it." ”

Him: "......"