There are still remnants of Shenghai's people, and Xu came to set fire late at night in order to avenge those who died that day.

The man by the tent leaned against his body, the flask in his hand swaying, the wind and snow blowing on his body, drunk and hazy.

"He's been with me for almost thirty years." He said, "It didn't end well, but it died because of me." ”

He Lan pinched his fingers and kept silent.

Looking up and taking a sip of spirits, the man looked up at the night sky, the snowflakes scraping his eyelashes, and chuckled, "Another one is gone." ”

That night, he was unsurprisingly drunk.

When I'm drunk, I'm still shouting the name of leaving.

The most heart-wrenching thing in this life is the accident, because it never gives you any time and opportunity to accept it, because it is too sudden, so it is difficult for people to accept the facts.

After he fell asleep, Helan touched his face, "I'm sorry......"

If it weren't for her, there would be no accident if she wanted to leave, and she also indirectly killed her.

In the cold winter snow, a shadow as black as ink flew by.

Huge eagle bodies soar through the sky, galloping in the dark night.

Heran touched the black hawk that landed on her shoulder, tied the note to its leg, and then patted it on the head.

The Black Eagle soared around her space and flew away towards the north.

Next.

Helan was talking to him, but he glanced at the mirror of the table, looked at the mirror and showed his face completely, and then looked at the man's indifferent eyes.

Her heart exploded with a thud.

"I ......"

There have been so many things in the past two days that she completely forgot to hide her appearance.

The man, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows calmly, as if he couldn't understand why she suddenly vomited.

He Lan took a deep breath and asked, "You...... Did you see my face earlier? ”

The man was lighting a cigarette, glancing at her faintly out of the corner of his eye, the cigarette was lit, and the mist came out of his mouth, and the smoke was filled.

"You think you don't show your face, I don't know who you are?"

Helan: "......"

Feelings, she has always been playing with herself?

"When did you recognize me?"

The man took a puff of his cigarette and thought for a moment with half-squinted eyes, "The second day of your mountain." ”

So early?

Xu saw her surprise, and the man pointed to the several human skin masks on the table, "Can you still recognize me when I wear this?" ”

He Lan nodded briskly: "Of course you can." ”

Later, he did not speak again.

It's the same, he doesn't recognize her face, he recognizes her soul.

He didn't love that face, it was her person, even if she changed her body, a time to look at each other, he could still recognize her.

This is love, love engraved in the bones.

Throw out all external factors and see through the familiarity and understanding in the depths of your heart.

At this moment, he suddenly asked, "Your relationship with that Beiting is really good?" ”

He Lan's body stiffened, and he was thinking about how to answer, when Jiu heard him say again: "There is no emotional factor, Ken said." ”

"At least he won't hurt me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she received a deep gaze from a man, and his eyes were not angry and angry, but seemed to be deeply suspicious.

He nodded, didn't speak, and continued to smoke.

That night, they ate a big pot of rice, which was made by other people in the pavilion, and He Lan didn't pick it up, so he picked it up and ate it.

After the meal, he still sat quietly and smoked, not talking much.

It's just that before going to bed at night, he took out a bamboo slip, pointed to the words on his face and asked her, "Do you know these words?" ”

Helan glanced at it.

His brows furrowed.

The bamboo slips were densely packed with words, and his fingertips pointed to the four of them.

Hate because of love.

She wondered, what did Lonely Yao mean?

Just as he was wondering, he heard his magnetic voice sound: "Do you know who set the fire?" ”