There was no snowfall, and icicles hung from the eaves.

The snow on the tiles seemed to have been frozen by the cold of the night, and the cold wind blew, and the drift was not enthusiastic.

The cold man has gradually gone away, and the cold wind is still blowing the half jar of wine, and it has made a "whining ......" sound, which sounds really heartbreaking and wounded.

The voice seemed to be that of an amorous woman crying weakly, lowly and hoarsely, hissing with unspeakable pain and desolation.

Yang Qing stared at the withered branch stupidly.

There is nothing special about this dead branch, it can neither be joyful nor sad.

She didn't understand, so she stared motionlessly into the distance.

The figure faded away, faded away, and she turned and walked into the room.

And so a smile welled up on her cheeks, a smile of great joy.

She took a big sip of wine, and the smile on her cheeks gradually turned delicate and blushing.

"He's not really bad."

Speechless, unmoving.

He was lying on the soft collapse like a stone statue, and there was no expression on his stone cheeks.

"He might just be weird."

Yang Qing suddenly walked over and stared at Wusheng, his eyes already showing indescribable pity and concern, "He may just not want you to take risks." ”

He was silent, and he never opened his eyes.

The pity and concern in Yang Qing's eyes were even stronger, "Half a day will pass soon, isn't it?" ”

Wusheng sighed deeply, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing lowered her head and was silent.

She didn't understand why Wusheng was staring at herself so much, did she do something wrong?

Wusheng stared at Yang Qing, just stared at her quietly, didn't say anything, and seemed unwilling to speak.

There was no sound in the room, which made it even more lonely and empty.

Yang Qing slowly added a few pieces of charcoal, and the flames in the brazier gradually became more intense and enthusiastic, as if he was a naughty boy without a trace of laughter, and gave some candy, and it became indescribably joyful and cheerful.

She caressed the lifeless body, the wounds on the stone-like body already glowing, a light of anger.

"Doesn't it hurt?" She stared at the wound, but she didn't dare to stare at his cheek, because she didn't dare to look.

As she spoke, she didn't know what she was talking about.

Yang Qing caressed every wound, her movements were very light and light, as if she was afraid of touching him.

The cold, merciless cold wind blew in through the window, becoming indescribably vicious and cruel, and the bacon and wind chicken hanging on the wall were still swaying.

There was not only wine on the table, but also steamed buns.

The stove had been thoroughly cleaned, and the night had passed, and it was vaguely covered with dust.

Yang Qing didn't want to stare at Wusheng, and tried her best to do something to forget the uneasiness and depression in her heart.

She cut the chicken into thin slices, the water in the pot was boiling, the steamed buns and the chicken were placed in the pot, and the lid was closed.

The wood in the stove beeped, it didn't burn violently, and there was only half of the water left in it, Yang Qing had already taken out half of it and put it in the basin.

She was very thoughtful.

Wipe the soil on the lifeless body, and the steamed buns and wind chickens inside will be fully cooked.

Her movements were so light, especially when they touched every wound on his body, it was as if her eyes were indescribably delicate and affectionate.

Wusheng sighed softly, "Why are you crying?" ”

Yang Qing suddenly smiled, "I didn't cry." ”

Silent, staring at her quietly.

"I'm happy." She shook her cheeks, the tears were gone, "I can't cry all the time." ”

"Why?"

"I haven't looked for my in-laws yet, so if I cry all the time, I will become ugly." She gritted her teeth slightly, "Does anyone still want to be ugly?" ”

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Just staring at her cheeks quietly, her cheeks flushed even more.

"A good and beautiful face, isn't it worth crying ugly?" She smiled stupidly, as if she was very proud, "Then I'm not going to be unlucky." ”

She is right, a girl who has not looked for her in-laws, if she keeps crying, she will become ugly, this kind of thing is not only unlucky, but also serious.

Wusheng stared at the delicate, sleek, slender hands, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Not only is it unlucky, it's not like it." Cold words were already heard in the cold wind.

The voice was still far away, and the man had already reached it.

This person seemed to have been blown in by a gust of wind, and looked at Yang Qing quietly.

There was already a look of envy in his eyes.

She suddenly walked over and stared at Wusheng, "This person is good, I like him very much, you give it to me." ”

Yang Qing stared at the woman, "You're going to hit his idea?" ”

"Yes, it's icy and snowy, and it's not easy to find a decent man." As she spoke, she gently touched Wusheng, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Yang Qing sneered.

It seems that there are not many lustful men in the world, and there are even more lustful women.

Yang Qing took out a silver ticket from her arms and handed it to her.

She was startled.

No matter who it is, it will be easy to be intimidated by a silver ticket of 10,000 taels, and she is no exception.

She took the silver ticket and looked at it carefully, and then again, as if very carefully, very carefully.

"Is this silver ticket fake?"

Yang Qing stared at her, "You go to Huahua to see, if you can't spend it, come to me." ”

The woman smiled and nodded, her shining eyes never leaving the silver ticket. "Makes sense."

"Then you're not going to spend it?"

The woman slowly put the silver ticket into her arms and stared at Yang Qing with her eyes, "Why are you so big?" ”

Yang Qing caressed the lifeless body and didn't look at her, as if she didn't want to see someone who loved money so much.

"My husband and I are resting here, and we don't want to be disturbed."

The woman smiled stupidly and said nothing.

Surrounded Yang Qing and kept watching, looking carefully, it seemed to be very enjoyable and pleasant.

Yang Qing only felt that her face was even hotter, and she seemed to be about to burn it. "Why aren't you leaving?"

The woman laughed even more happily, and the madness was already covering her stomach, and the laughter gradually faded away.

She forced a smile and pointed at Yang Qing, "You...... You....... ”

He didn't say this, laughed and slapped his thigh.

What Yang Qing said was very serious and clear.

There was nothing funny in this, Yang Qing didn't laugh, just stared at her and laughed.

The smile gradually became indescribably fierce and enthusiastic, she seemed to be laughed to death, she was already gasping, and slowly gave a thumbs up, as if to express admiration.

Yang Qing was silent, staring at her, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

The smile on his face is still there, but it has gradually subsided, "There are not many shameless women in the rivers and lakes, my Feng Niangzi is one of them, I can't think of anyone who is more shameless than me." ”

She stared at Yang Qing with a smile, as if she was very proud, as if she was very proud to find a woman who was more shameless than herself.

Yang Qing didn't have a trace of expression on her face, and she was still staring at her.

She didn't seem to understand what the Wind Lady meant.

Feng Niangzi stared at Yang Qing with a smile, "You think I don't know about you?" ”

Yang Qing was silent, quietly wiping the mud on the lifeless body.

She is not only careful, but also gentle, and anyone can tell that they are very much like a husband and wife.

The husband was seriously injured, and his wife was watching over him.

Feng Niangzi's smile did not change at all, staring at Yang Qing, "There may be only one person in the rivers and lakes who can make such a move." ”

Yang Qing was silent, as if she hadn't heard it.

"Maybe it's only Yang Qing, Yang Qing, the God of Wealth."

Yang Qing was silent, as if she was too lazy to listen.

The cold wind blew the body of the wind lady, and the smile on her face did not change in the slightest.

"If you are Yang Qing, then he must be a spear god." Feng Niangzi stared at Yang Qing's cheeks and stared carefully, as if she wanted to find something from above.

The smile on her face grew.

Yang Qing's face was stiff and distorted.

She suddenly stared at the wind lady and stared at her coldly.

The water in the basin had grown cold, and her hands had turned pale from exertion, without a trace of blood.

The Wind Lady didn't look at her, and she stopped smiling.

She covered her chest tightly and covered the position of the silver ticket, as if she was afraid that Yang Qing would snatch the silver ticket.

Yang Qing said coldly, "Now that you know, what else do you want to do?" ”

The Wind Lady was silent, but turned around like a soft wind, staring at the stove, as if attracted by the wisps of heat fluttering above.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and stared at her, "You ......." ”

The wind lady smiled, smiled like the wind, floated to the side of the pot lid like the wind, and then slowly lifted the lid of the pot.

The smile on her face became stronger, she took out the steamed bun with a smile, looked at the expression on Yang Qing's face, and then pulled it away, sandwiched the wind chicken slices in it, and ate it in a big gulp.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, tears were already bursting in her eyes, but there was no way. "You crazy woman, you are so shameless."

Feng Niangzi smiled and ate, "You are even more shameless than me, you have not been in a cave room,......。 ”

She smiled and let the pigeon in her arms out, and stopped on the edge of the lifeless to roast the fire.

Yang Qing stared at her, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

The Wind Lady stared at her and was silent.

The carrier pigeon has spread its wings and has disappeared far away.

Yang Qing stared at the disappearing carrier pigeon, "What do you want to do?" ”

The wind lady nodded, patted her stomach, seemed to be satisfied, and seemed to be satisfied with everything.

She pointed to the window, the cold wind blowing her cheeks, and the smile didn't change in the cold wind, "That's a carrier pigeon." ”

Yang Qing stared at the sky through the window.

The white clouds in the sky fluttered, writhing violently, changing, and never stopping changing.

"That's a carrier pigeon?"

"Yes."

"Where are the carrier pigeons going to fly?"

"The carrier pigeon, of course, flies to the owner."

She was telling the truth, and she was very real, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Yang Qing was already in a hurry.

"Who is the owner of the pigeon?"

The Wind Lady rubbed her hands together and continued to roast the fire, as if she hadn't heard him say anything.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, suddenly swung her fist, and swung her fist towards the back of the wind lady.

The Wind Lady smiled, and fluttered like the wind with a smile.

The fist has missed.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

The woman's back seemed to have eyes on her back, and she could be seen shooting.

Feng Niangzi sighed, "There are rules for the industry, and I can't break the rules for this." ”