Standing in front of the elevator, Su Jia took a deep breath.

She knew that what happened that day would definitely affect her, but she didn't expect the post-traumatic sequelae to be so severe.

Just opening the door and walking out, the simple action had exhausted all her strength. At this moment, facing the elevator and thinking of the crowd she was about to face, she couldn't help but feel a little weak in her legs.

Reason told her that as long as she went out, there would be potential danger; But she can't afford not to go out and not go to work.

At the same time, fear kept tempting her: I'm hurt, I can take a leave of absence. You can go out again in a few days, but it's good to delay for half a day, an hour, or five minutes.

Just as he was hesitating, the beautiful young man came out and closed the door. "Let's go."

“？” Su Jia didn't understand Puyang's meaning for a while.

The boy turned his head to make out the changing Arabic numerals on the elevator, "I'll send you." ”

That way, no one will be working against you.

Su Jia looked at the young man, he was not much taller than her, beautiful and refreshing, and couldn't help but suspect that Shicai's instantaneous dependence was his own delusion. But she was indeed much more relieved, she knew that this teenager was not an ordinary person. With him, there aren't many people who can hurt her.

There was nothing to say all the way, Su Jia had long been accustomed to Puyang being the killer boy Su Qi had met, cold and powerful. And she is different from Su Qi, Su Qi doesn't know the details of the young man, so she approaches him without scruples, and finally gets his trust and care.

But she knows too well what kind of person the young man is, and she restrains herself from violating his taboos in everything, and she is always a little alienated.

But now, the teenager is acting in a way that she didn't expect. Whether it was the rescue that day or today's send-off, it exceeded her expectations.

It was only then that she realized that Su Qi had met eighteen-year-old Puyang. And this Puyang, who was blocking the crowd for her in front of her, was only fourteen years old, and he had never killed anyone, let alone experienced the tragic love arranged by her.

The boy was a little clean, and the crowd made him unhappy. Su Jia stepped back apologetically and said, "You can get closer." He deliberately distanced himself from her, which made him push harder.

Pu Yang pursed his lips and took a small half step forward, if he didn't deliberately turn his head to avoid it, he could simply breathe and smell each other.

What Su Jia didn't know was that he had injuries on his body. After all, it was a bare-handed fight against a gang of armed pickpockets, and his martial arts had not yet been completed; And she had reminded him as early as the night he first came to this world during a long conversation that he could not kill people at will in this world, which made him inevitably restrained.

When they arrived at the museum, the two got out of the car, and Su Jiayin asked Puyang: "Do you want to go in and have a look?" "If he wants to go home now, he will inevitably feel like crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

Puyang nodded. At this time, the museum was not yet open, so Su Jia bought a special exhibition ticket for him and led someone through the staff passage in advance. It happened that the volunteer interpretation team of Gucheng University was on duty today, so he found a junior and asked him to take Puyang to see it slowly.

"If you're done, go to the duty desk and say look for me." said that she went around to the office area to check in, and someone at the duty desk would take Puyang to find her.

Pu Yang bowed slightly to the volunteer boy: "Excuse me." ”

The boy laughed, "Dude, you're so funny!" ”

The boy didn't know where he was "teasing", so he followed him into the exhibition hall with a blank face, starting from three million years ago to understand the history of mankind in the eyes of people in this era.

Su Jia is right, it is indeed at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and this world and his world have gone a fork. He was finally convinced that this was not a conspiracy by Su Jia or someone else—no conspirator could lay out such a flawless big picture, just to gain his trust.

During the lunch break, the museum suspended invoices, and the flow of people in the exhibition hall became less. Su Jia didn't wait for the boy at the duty desk, and looked around, only to find that he was still wandering in the exhibition hall.

His gaze was a little confused, but he never left the Qin sword that had lasted for two thousand years and was still brilliant.

He studied swordsmanship.

Hearing Su Jia's footsteps, the young man turned to her, "The sword is a murderous sword, isn't it a pity that it is here for people to watch?" ”

"It has been buried deep underground for 2,000 years, and once it will see the light of day, it is no longer the time when you can kill people at will. For a sword, the murderous mission has been accomplished, and it is now a symbol and a commemoration. ”

The young man's right hand hanging at his side was quietly clenched, his sword not coming, and now there was no hilt for him to hold.

Open and close, and suddenly the ground in the right hand is no longer empty. Su Jia took his hand: "Eat noodles or rice?" There's a cured pork noodle sheet out there – well, it's a dumpling – and it's also very good, so why don't you try it? ”

Puyang didn't shake off her hand—she had said she was his cousin, and he had acquiesced, though he had never spoken out. Since he is a cousin, it is a matter of course to treat him better.

He deliberately thought so, as if he didn't have it, and he couldn't accept her kindness with confidence.