Dai Xijiu didn't know why, he had fainted, but his consciousness could be so sober.

Elvis is the mother of the house, that is, the birth mother of Lyons and Gillian, and the day she died of illness is still remembered.

She and her mother were not eligible to attend the funeral, and in the drizzle, her mother took her hand and hung vows on the green pines on the manor.

The wind blows the pendulum, and the sound of the solid wood is beaten, "boom bang bang".

The mourning of the funeral not far away was long, and the priest's deep voice read the eulogy.

On the way back, the mother went first, and Dai Xijiu followed slowly behind, turned a huge cypress, and saw the girl standing under the tree.

In late autumn, it was very cold, the girl was standing in the forest in a pure white cotton skirt, and the yellow leaves were scattered by the wind like a butterfly flying lightly, she looked up slightly at the wish sign on the branch, with a shallow smile at the corner of her lips, but there was a crystal under her eyes, she looked at her sideways and asked, "Why do you hang this?"

Dai Xijiu didn't understand why she was sad at that time, but just spoke: "My mother said that this is a Chinese custom, to write a wish on a wooden stick, and the wind will kiss it, bring it to the soul of the deceased, and pray for rest. ”

When she said this, she asked innocently: "Little sister, why are you crying?"

The girl's eyebrows were clear and soft, she raised her head slightly, tears slid down her side face, and her voice was quiet: "Listen, my mother has passed away." ”

"But I'm not the eldest daughter, I'm not eligible for the funeral, and I don't even have the chance to see her off for the last time. ”

Dai Xijiu thought about her mother, as if she understood a little, she walked a few steps, took the girl's hand, and put the wooden wish sign in her hand into her palm: "Sister, as long as you want, even if you are alone, you can send your mother farewell." ”

The girl looked a little stunned, slowly looked down at Dai Xijiu, and smiled lightly: "How lonely a person is, my mother will probably feel sorry for me, you accompany me, okay?"

Gillian is not the eldest daughter, not only is she not eligible to participate in the funeral, but she is not even eligible for a fair sacrifice.

So this "good", the late autumn festival of the eighth year, has never stopped.

When Dai Xijiu opened his eyes, the room was dark, and only the shallow warm glow of the distant street lamp came through the cracks of the heavy curtains.

The night had fallen, and there was silence all around.

seconds walking, the monotonous sound of "tick tock" rings in the ears.

Dai Xijiu came to his senses instantly, turned over the quilt and jumped off the bed, walked to the door in a few steps, screwed the handle, and pulled hard, as expected, he didn't move at all.

Her expression flashed a little annoyed, she raised her foot to kick, her movements paused leisurely, as if she thought of something, and slowly turned her head to look at the window.

When it was pushed away, the cold wind and cold snow roared head-on, the English long lamp at the eaves corner of the Zunshou Hall was covered with snow, the light was dim, Dai Xijiu's long hair was lifted by the wind, scattered and flying, her eyebrows were cold, she tore off the cloak and felt hat on her body, and was torn into a long sheet tied to the foot of the bed and threw it down in the wind, her fingers clenched the soft fabric, and she turned over the window sill directly.

The white walls are as cold as frozen cliffs, and the extra conspicuous in the darkness of the night is the small figure climbing in the wind and snow, slowly moving down, a little darker, extra eye-catching.

The cold wind was like a carving knife, and his fingertips froze crimson, and halfway through, Dai Xijiu took a deep breath and paused slightly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the top of his head, sent into his ears along the wind and snow, with a vague smile, low and casual: "Jiujiu, why don't you climb?"

A gust of wind howled, lifted the felt hat, the cloak was raised, Dai Xijiu slowly raised his head, and saw the person standing on the terrace on the top floor, the snow was flying, the dark woolen coat outlined the good figure, he put one hand in his pocket, the other hand held the umbrella handle, and the index finger buckled a platinum trimmed deep blood diamond ring, and the knuckles were slender and fair-skinned, Ye Xiuwen's posture was lazy, his elbow leaned over the European-style fence of the terrace, leaned down slightly to look at her, his delicate face was printed with a soft color by the street lamp at the corner of the eaves, and the misty deep snow that fell from the sky behind him, he slowly lifted the dark black umbrella eaves over the top of Dai Xijiu's head from afar, and his smile was a few unpredictable softness: "Tired?"

Why do you want to meet such a powerful and unpredictable man in your life.

Dai Xijiu looked up at him, his eyes calm: "I'm tired, I'm going too." ”

Ye Xiuwen slowly raised his eyes and saw the snow falling in the sky, and his voice was silent: "What about dead?"

Dai Xijiu smiled lightly, his fingers tightened, his breathing was still a little tired and he was panting deeply, and he climbed down without pause: "I want to go too." ”

A piece of flying snow fell on Ye Xiuwen's shallowly drooping eyelashes, a little whiter, and the pupils were darker and darker, and at this moment he looked at her with a soft expression: "Jiujiu, do you know that once some roads start, no matter how tired they are, they can't turn back?"

Dai Xijiu's hand paused very lightly, she slightly tilted her head to look at the path surrounded by pine trees in the distance, and her voice was especially slightly remembrance: "But the road I want to go to has been safe and sound for eight years." ”

She raised her head slightly, looked at him quietly, and the look between her eyebrows was rare and stubborn: "Ye Xiuwen, maybe in your eyes, there is no true love in the world, but my second sister is the only person who has taken care of me and my mother in the entire Elvis in the past eighteen years, even if my future life may be destined to be full of betrayal and bloody tricks, in order to be worthy of this care, I must also believe in her this time." ”

When these words fell, Ye Xiuwen lowered his head and looked at her, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, the curvature of his jaw was beautiful and exquisite, his thin lips were a little beautiful and shocking, and his eyes were dark and unpredictable, and he gradually cooled.

Dai Xijiu only felt a little chill on his back, his eyes shimmered, and he saw Ye Xiu's fingertips suddenly turning, a very thin blade cut through the wind, and the fabric "tore" sound, piercing and sharp, high-spirited and broken.

The wind blew through his ears, and Dai Xijiu's whole person was still a little stunned, his body had lost his support, and he fell rapidly, and his face suddenly turned dark.

At the same time, a dark black umbrella fell by the wind, the umbrella surface was covered by snow and a little dark white, a figure loomed behind it, the extremely thin steel wire zipline was like a long snake splitting the wind, falling from the sky, Ye Xiu smelled the index finger bypassed, the inside of the diamond ring rubbed the steel wire, and in the middle of the night, the starting point of spark was like a trickle drill, and the hem of the clothes flew off, and it fell down rapidly with the momentum of breaking the wind.

Dai Xijiu saw him getting closer and closer to the delicate eyebrows, in such a cold and cold night, the beauty and delicacy were like gods, and then the waist was gently carried by a hand, the strength was not heavy, just enough to support her body.

Daisy Jiu instantly felt full of anger, her face was even more shocked, and she gritted her teeth and glared deeply: "Ye Xiuwen, killing me and saving me, is it one of your hobbies?"

Ye Xiu pursed his thin lips when he heard this, and only glanced at her slightly at the moment, his face was a little pale, and his voice was soft: "Send you down." ”

Dai Xijiu made up his mind, and finally did not struggle, he understood that if he didn't cut off the sheets, with his temper, even if Ye Xiuwen jumped from it, he would still climb down step by step.

Thinking about it like this, The two of them had slowly landed, Ye Xiuwen raised his fingers lightly, and the extremely thin steel wire was pulled back from the diamond ring, the knuckles were delicate and slender, and even just took the umbrella handle that fell from the sky and raised it above his head, his movements were gentle, elegant, and there was no deviation.

At this moment, the hand that had been holding her waist was gently hanging down, Dai Xijiu raised her eyes, only to see Ye Xiuwen walking over her shoulder, holding up the umbrella handle, the wind and snow were ethereal, and her back was a deep silence black.

He walked a few steps, finally paused, sighed, turned around, and smiled lightly: "Jiujiu, naivety is not a sin. ”

"But paranoia is. ”

Dai Xijiu's body stiffened slightly, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he smiled quietly: "Ye Xiuwen, the world in your eyes has never been different from me. ”

After she finished saying this, she resolutely turned around, the hem of her cloak crossed a slight arc, her pace slowed down, and footprints gradually extended out of the endless snow, slowly widening the distance between the two, and her back gradually became a tiny black dot between the dark white.

It was only at this moment that Ye Xiuwen slowly turned his head, and the wrist hanging by his side trembled very lightly.

Percy turned out from behind the cedar beside her, looked up from afar, and walked slowly: "The chamberlain of the Supreme Hall is indeed someone on the other side, although we plan to lure Gillian to attack with your weak fainting, but we don't intend to use Miss Daisy as bait at all, so you let her go like this?"

Ye Xiuwen raised his head slightly, looked at the magnificent Venerable Head Hall, and said in a very low voice: "Her world can only be dissected by herself, if she can't wake up from the false warmth, how can she be forced to face blood." ”

Percy had already approached, draped the heavy woolen cloak in his hand on Ye Xiuwen's shoulder, and saw his face whiter than snow without any blood, frowning between his eyebrows: "I only know that with your current physical state, at most you can protect yourself, it is impossible to protect her." ”

Ye Xiuwen tilted his head slightly, coughed very lightly, pulled the cloak, covered his body, as if thinking of something, smiled very lightly, and said in a low and casual voice: "Ah, since it is something that you can't do yourself, you can only ask others." ”