Because he was hiding something in his heart, he didn't dare to make a move, for fear of being discovered. Shen Qianyi stiffly maintained a posture for I don't know how long, until the sun set in the west, the full moon gradually rose, looking out through the hole in the room, it turned out that tonight was August 15, and somehow, I remembered the poem, the bright moon is not high above the mountains, and the light is white. A cup of unfinished silver gushes, and the chaotic clouds are broken like a crashing wave. Whoever washes the eyes of the heavenly prince should be the water of the Fei Ming River. So I looked at the people of the world coldly, and I couldn't afford it... The bright moon is easy to be inferior and easy to disperse, and it is more important to call for wine when you return. The moonlight in front of the hall is clearer and better, and the throat is cold and the grass is singing. The roller shutter pushes the door to be empty, and the window is hoarse and old. Nandu is engaged in Mo shame and poverty, and there are a few people who have poems on the month. The personnel of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly dreamed of Yao Taike.

Although I have been here for a while, Xu is heart has not really integrated into here, always in a trance, not real, after Zheng Chulan left, he was searched by those children again, the pain when he resisted made him feel terrifying for the first time, just like the kind of people who have been chaotic and chaotic for some time suddenly sobered up somehow, as if they instantly saw through everything around them, everything about themselves, fear but powerless, and now those children like little devils are lying beside themselves, From time to time there were low suppressed cries from among them, no matter how fierce they were, they were still children after all. The sound of sobbing from time to time makes people feel sour from the bottom of their hearts, it is betrayed by their family, the fear of an unknown future, like a hand clenched and released on their throat. "Let's run away." This sentence was on his lips, but in his mind were Zheng Chulan's full of injuries, as well as the left eyebrow that he unconsciously raised when he was about to do something big with himself when he was just separated.

The moonlight was high, and the cries of the children in the room gradually fell, and the silence was restored, and the crickets outside the window could be vaguely heard, sometimes high and sometimes low. Shen Qianyi pretended not to sleep well and turned over, squinted his eyes and glanced down, and found that everyone seemed to have fallen asleep, so he began to open his eyes wide and listen quietly, and soon there was a sound of procrastinating footsteps, and then he heard the sound of the man's tongue that seemed to have some alcohol,

"Da Liu, Xiao Wu, we're here to change shifts, and I don't know where to get pickled praise today. Phew, bad luck, the people who are doing it have to work shifts so late, but there is wine in the backyard of Huarong Garden now, so you can also go and have fun. As he spoke, his big fan-like hand patted a man on the shoulder at the door.

The person who was called Xiao Wu frowned invisibly, as if he didn't care about getting along with the person who had drunk too much, but it was that Da Liu, who showed a simple smile and said, "That brother, you are tired, so I will go with Xiao Wu." Saying that, he tugged on Xiao Wu's sleeve and walked away quickly, "You can't look better, it's not easy to find a job now, you should change places again if you do this again." ”

"Cut, I don't look down on him... The mouth was quickly covered.

"Do you know what this place is?"

Xiao Wu nodded and removed Da Liu's hand, "Isn't it just a big Qinglou." ”

Da Liu put away the honest expression just now, "Then have you forgotten what the master said, don't underestimate anyone, anyone, not to mention that we still have tasks on us." ”

Xiao Wu nodded unwillingly, and secretly said ruthlessly in his heart: When his mission is over, he will definitely kill that person. Thinking about it, he followed Da Liu's footsteps, but he didn't find that the direction they were walking was not Ronghua Garden.

And the man who had just drunk smacked his lips and leaned against the door after they left, and casually ordered, "Loach, I'm a little dizzy here, sleep first, you can take care of it." ”

The so-called loach nodded hurriedly, pulling the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, almost smiling into a bun of flattery. The drunk man relaxed and fell asleep against the door frame, and the loach slowly put away his expression, and after a while, the one named Da Liu who had just left came back.

"What about people?" The loach pursed his lips.

"Sleep." Da Liu smiled innocently again, and rubbed his two big hands together.

"Okay, don't pretend, it's really an eyesore to watch." The loach wrung his eyebrows fiercely, "Let's go." He looked at the man who was already asleep and said.

Da Liu nodded, and the two disappeared in an instant.

The two people in the room were refreshed when they heard this, and after secretly counting ten more in their hearts, they heard that there was no sound, so they crept up and secretly flowed to the door, through the crack in the door that seemed to never be closed tightly, and saw the scene outside as the conversation just said, so that the strange young man before should have sixty percent certainty, Zheng Chulan secretly clenched his fist. Pulled Shen Qianyi to the other direction, there was the exit where she didn't confide in how she was beaten last time, after the two finally slipped out of the house, they didn't turn back and fled in the direction that Zheng Chulan had drawn before, and along the way, I don't know if it was because of the festival or something else, the manpower here was basically less than one-third of the original, and although the two of them were scared, they all avoided after all, and finally came to the exit marked by Zheng Chulan, which was at the mouth of the covered hole on the edge of a thatched hut in the southwest corner, Zheng Chulan tore off two strips of cloth from her already tattered clothes, handed them to Shen Qianyi and asked her to tie them on her head and cover her mouth and nose, and climbed out first, and then just as she bent down and was about to go out, she suddenly felt a heavy shoulder, and a slightly familiar voice appeared in her ears again,

"Back garden, purple hairpin, girl, have you forgotten something?" The slightly ridiculous tone made Zheng Chulan couldn't help but grind his teeth secretly, and Shen Qianyi's low urging voice came from the other side of the wall.

Zheng Chulan looked back and smiled: "How come? But don't be impatient. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and patted the wall and said, "Xiaoqian, I just found out that I had something left behind, and now I have to go back and get it." ”

"Something, we don't want it, okay?"

"Very important and very important things, Xiaoqian, you listen to me, you go and wait for me near the city gate, I will look for you as soon as I am done."

"Chu Lan, I have a bad feeling, don't go, let's go together." As he spoke, he bent down and was about to come over again. But before he could snap and be hit on the back of the neck, the man fainted, and then, I don't know how the man moved, he was carried by the man in his hand.

"Silly Xiaoqian." Zheng Chulan said in a low voice, and then as if he had made some decision, he raised his head and looked at the man,

"You send her out of the city gates, and I'll take you to the back garden."

"Why am I doing this? Besides, aren't you afraid of pain? The man smiled and narrowed his cat eyes, but at the same time tightened his hand slightly.

"I'm afraid of pain, and I'm afraid of death, but I'll be happy to be able to answer you before I die." Zheng Chulan looked up at him with his head straight and smiled.

The man's eyes widened, then he smiled and squinted again, picked up something similar to Gu Xun and put it to his mouth, making a strange sound, and then threw Shen Qianyi off the wall, accompanied by a language that he didn't know where.

"Let's go." The man said.

Zheng Chulan nodded, looked back at the place again, Xiaoqian, I hope you and I will still be there tonight.