【West of Aslan Empire・Wren】

Except for the tallest buildings in Rennes, the entire city of Rennes was now shrouded in a thick sea of clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Dark clouds rolled, stirring up violent lightning and thunder, which is rare in such a winter.

A black jackdaw flew through the clouds, its heavy plumage soaked in moisture making it difficult to fly.

It flew past several minarets that stood above the clouds, and finally landed wearily below the clouds.

The rich fishing port, which once shimmered with white light, now looks like a bleak city soaked in gray ink.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and residents kept closing the wooden windows firmly.

Qi Ling braved the wind and walked on the empty street where the wind and rain were coming. The black clouds seemed to press down on his hair, and his nose was filled with the smell of seawater. Pedestrians on the streets are already very scarce, and the few remaining vendors are also in a hurry to pack up their stalls, load their goods into small carts, and prepare to go home.

The ground was covered with dead grass and some discarded debris.

Wren.

No matter how magnificent the city is, how rich the town is, it can't resist the ruthlessness and baptism of heaven and earth.

When Kirin woke up at the post station this morning, the weather was cloudy, but it had not been so stormy, he looked at the gray sky outside the window, and then at the empty room, and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

In fact, it didn't take long to follow Silver Dust, and now that he is alone, he is just back to the same as before. Since I was a child, I've long been used to being helpless, haven't I, but at this moment, I don't know why, Qi Ling feels like a piece of his chest has been dug up, like a hole in the window, and the air has been leaking inside, blowing his whole heart cold.

Qi Ling got out of the quilt, and the fire in the room burned all night, and at this moment only the embers were burning, and the whole room was hot, and the wooden walls emitted a heavy woody fragrance.

The wind of the winter morning blew through the crack in the window onto his bare chest, and the cold felt like spring water flowing through it, and in the hot and lazy room, this coolness made him feel comfortable, and at the same time gradually sobered up.

The growth of teenagers is always fast and rapid. It didn't take long for Qi Ling to find that he had grown taller again, and the muscles in his chest and arms were getting stronger and stronger, but this was mostly due to the big and heavy giant sword, which he carried and waved every day, and before he knew it, his muscles were trained to become stronger and stronger. Qi Ling has always felt that he should let Yinchen change weapons with himself, he has so many weapons, many of them are small and delicate, not to mention a woman's skirt. He should have been allowed to take the heavy sword, he was so thin that he looked like he could be blown away by the wind at any moment. If it weren't for the fact that he was still a little taller than himself now, Kirin would have felt like his brother.

"How old is Yinchen? It stands to reason that he should be much older than me, why does it seem that his skin is white and tender, and I am so vicissitudes? Is it because I have been serving the plate since I was a child? It is too much smoke from oil, or does he just tinker with those flowers and plants when he has nothing to do, and it feels like he looks healthy?" Qi Ling muttered in his heart as he put on his shirt and pants, fastened his belt, and went downstairs.

He's going to do something important today.

By the time it was done, it was almost dark.

Kirin wrapped his cloak tightly and ran quickly towards the bulletin board around the corner. He held tightly the stack of pages in his arms that still smelled of ink, that is, he took the sterling silver pin on his clothes and went to the pawnshop to exchange money, and then found a full-time calligraphy and painting shop on the street next to the post station, and asked the people inside to help paint a dozen portraits of silver dust. However, after a day of painting, no matter how they painted, Kirin was not very satisfied, he felt that they could not draw the appearance of silver dust at all, his sharp eyebrows, cold but very gentle eyes, he did not like to smile very much, as if he had been shrouded in ice and snow for many years.

By the time he finished painting, the painter in the shop had gotten a little angry and started to drive people outside.

"Then you give me back the money. Qi Ling said angrily to the people in the store.

"After drawing so many pictures, you are still not satisfied, I didn't ask you to overcharge the money. What you describe in your mouth is a fairy! Not a person, no one can draw it. Little bunny, did you come here on purpose to get in trouble? Hurry up for me, or I'll break your legs. ”

Kirin stopped in front of the bulletin board, took out the stack of portrait paintings from his clothes, chose one that barely felt most like silver dust, then opened the lid of the clay pot in the corner of the bulletin board, reached out and dug out some paste, glued it to the four corners of the portrait, and then pasted the portrait of silver dust in the most eye-catching place on the bulletin board.

The cold wind was even more obvious, and the wind seemed to be mixed with some ice ballast, blowing cold and biting cold on people's faces. Several passers-by rushed into the gate of the post station to take shelter from the rain.

Qi Ling stood in front of the bulletin board, looking at the portrait of Silver Dust in a daze. Until he was awakened by the sound of a "bang-" behind him.

He turned around to find his suitcase thrown in the middle of the road, the robe left behind by the silver dust falling out of the box and crumpled on the wet ground. The shopkeeper of the post station stood on the steps of the gate, frowned, looked at Qiling impatiently, and then turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Qi Ling rushed over, the portrait in his arms was scattered along the road, he picked up Yinchen's robe in distress, and looked at the shopkeeper angrily, "What are you doing here? I'm a guest who lives here, why are you throwing my things?"

"Guest, your prepaid room fee has long been used up, and it has been owed for many days, and we are not a place to accept homeless people, so you can either continue to pay or leave with your things. ”

"I ......" Qi Ling touched his body, there was no money left. He kept his head down, not knowing what to answer. After a few silences, he raised his head and whispered: "Either I will stay in your post station to help you work, right? I can serve tea and pour water, wash dishes, and cook, I used to be in our town, I was the shopkeeper in the post station, I don't lie to you." You can just give me a room to stay in, I'm going to wait here for someone, I can't go......"

The shopkeeper didn't finish listening, snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the gate of the post station, he closed the heavy wooden door.

The rumbling thunder rolled overhead, and Kirin stood lonely in the middle of the road holding his silver dust robe, not knowing where he was going. There were no more pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages on the roads, and only the howling cold wind remained in the empty streets.

A few drops of cold rain fell on his forehead.

Kirin raised his head, and the rain poured down from the sky. He stood alone in the heavy rain, his hair and clothes gradually getting wet from the rain. Qi Ling turned his head and saw that the missing person notice he had just pasted had been soaked in the rain, the ink on the portrait had been soaked, and the appearance of Silver Dust was gradually blurred. He looked at the silver dust that was fading away on the paper, and his eyes grew red.

Water was dripping from the eaves of all sizes, and puddles quickly accumulated on the roads.

A figure holding an umbrella slowly walked towards Kirin from the end of the street. The back is slender, and the hair is gently curled into a delicate bun on the top of the head. The rain flowed down the edge of the rich umbrella she was holding, and some drops splashed on her garment at the shoulder, which was inlaid with dark blue gems, and shimmered even more as the rain soaked it.

Qiling sensed someone approaching, and he slowly turned his head.

In the pouring rain, Tianbou Youhua held an umbrella and stood quietly in the middle of the street, she looked at Qiling and did not speak.

Qi Ling rubbed his red eyes, pretended to smile easily, and his voice was a little hoarse: "This rain should have drifted from the sea, and it was a little piercing in the eyes." ”

Tianshu Youhua walked over and handed the umbrella to Qiling.

A few drenched jackdaws, flapping their wings, perched under the narrow wooden canopy of the bulletin board. They let out a few terrible chirps, which were soon drowned out by the pouring rain. (To be continued.) )