Two years ago......

Yan Shuheng's eyes flashed with playfulness, and he raised his eyes: "I have also seen her through the fog, can you talk about it?" ”

Breaking Mist thought carefully: "There are seven points of appearance, but this is also related to clothing, as for temperament...... The subordinates are not as clear as the eldest son, but since the girl knows you, why does she seem to have no idea that her husband's voice is similar to yours now? ”

Yan Shuheng's eyes fell on the rabbit cage in the corner, and the restless wounded rabbit was looking at him timidly.

The young man smiled: "She is in Nanyang for a month, we have only gotten along a few times, I only know that she is a Jiang girl, and she is good friends with Chen's Jiulang, and I don't know much about her temperament." Presumably she did the same to me, two years have passed, and I don't remember my voice is normal. Maybe it's pretending, or maybe it's really forgetting. ”

The smile added to the helplessness: "She has always been forgetful." ”

In this way, it is certain that it is the same person. Breaking the fog calmly analyzed: "At the beginning of the meeting in Jiankang, Chen Langjun only said that the girl died unexpectedly, and did not elaborate on the reason. But the girl's death was eight months ago, when the Yingchuan clan moved south, it is said that they met the Hu people in the Tao, and many people were damaged, presumably the girl suffered an accident at that time. But Yingchuan's road to Jiankang is not in the same direction as Licheng, hundreds of miles away, why did the girl live here and became the daughter of Nalangzhong, and she didn't ask the family for help, as if she had lost her memory. collided with Lang Jun so coincidentally. ”

Yan Shuheng rubbed his sleeves and smiled.

"Whether it's a coincidence, or someone who has a heart to arrange it, she must not know it, after all, it's too late for her to hide from me."

"Continue to search for the traces of Langzhong surnamed Zheng, and also investigate what happened to the Yingchuan Jiang family and the Chen family in the past year." Yan Shuheng said, and then listed a few names, "By the way, check if they have any actions in the near future." ”

The men listed had an interest in him, and they knew that the girl had had some trouble with him.

Break through the fog and figure out the levels.

If the girl's appearance was a coincidence, the evidence now shows that the person who eloped with her is most likely the young assassin, and her husband's voice is surprisingly similar to Lang Jun's.

If this heavy coincidence is placed on ordinary people, it can be barely explained as fate.

However, the family is complicated, and the eldest son was designated as a candidate for the next patriarch because of his talent at a young age, touching the interests of many parties, and he has many eyes and ears who are reluctant to take his life or make him make mistakes in some things.

He took the order and departed solemnly.

After breaking through the fog, Yan Shuheng was bored and opened the door of the gold-inlaid rabbit cage. The little one's eyes lit up when he saw him, and he came up to sniff at his hand, and was well-behaved and flattering.

Yan Shuheng held the rabbit in the crook of his arm, and he didn't know what he thought, and suddenly said to himself: "Did she just forget, or did she never remember it at all." ”

He didn't say anything more, just smiled.

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After her husband left, Auntie sat on the edge of the couch and was stunned for a while, and there seemed to be a sound of laughter and frolic in the distance, as if throwing stones into the bottomless cold pool, tearing open a gap in the darkness in front of her, shining a ray of uncatchable but warm light.

In any case, she is still alive.

Being alive in itself is enough to be celebrated.

After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from far and near into the house, and Ah Ji got up in her skirt: "Husband? ”

"Back to Mrs., it's a servant, Lang Jun hired a servant to take care of you here." The person who came was a young girl, with a childish voice, and she should be a few years younger than Auntie.

Auntie then remembered what he said before he left to hire someone to take care of her, because she finally looked forward to Jiang Hui back, she didn't have to worry about it day and night, she didn't care about thinking about anything else.

Then I remembered that there were many things that had not yet been asked to him.

Jiang Hui didn't even think to explain.

He said that he was doing things for the government, but why did the officers and soldiers shout "catch the assassins" before entering the door?

Why did they draw their swords when she got out of the closet, didn't Jiang Hui say that the courtyard was his family?

The only thing that reassures her is his voice, and if it's him, how can people not?

I think it's because he's gone for too long.

Auntie got rid of distracting thoughts and called the maid: "How do I call you, I don't know how old you are this year?" ”

The maid replied cautiously: "If you go back to the lady, the maid is fifteen this year, and her name is Bamboo Kite." ”

Auntie smiled at her kindly: "Then I'll call you Ah Kite, I can't see things, and I will work hard for you in the future." ”

The bamboo kite's eyes fell on the beautiful face of the woman beside the couch, she was a maid in the family, and she saw countless beauties, and there was still a moment of amazement flashing in her eyes, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes: "Taking care of the lady is what the maid should do." ”

Auntie seemed to have no intention of doing so, and asked her casually: "Bamboo kite, but she has always been by her husband's side?" ”

Zhu Kite replied according to Yan Shuheng's instructions before: "Mrs. Hui, the maid has just come, originally from Weixing County, fled here due to the invasion of the Hu people, and was sold by his family as a servant and maid as a road capital, and happened to meet Lang Jun to buy the maid. ”

"That's it......" Auntie wanted to get some things about Jiang Hui from her, but there was nowhere to talk about it, thinking that she was really hired by Jiang Hui, she waved her hand kindly: "Don't be restrained, if there is something, I will call you." ”

The bamboo kite should be, retreat to the door and wait.

For two days in a row, except for Auntie and Bamboo Kite, no one else set foot here, at first Auntie was afraid that her husband would leave again, but Jiang Hui would let people go home with a sentence or two every day.

Knowing that he was still there, Auntie was relieved.

Previously, because of the inconvenience of walking because of the broken foot, the current foot injury is just right, and the top priority is to adapt to blindness, so in her spare time, Auntie tried to walk blindly.

"Shhh

I can't count how many times I've fallen.

She held her hands on the ground, and her palms were sand and gravel in a piercing pain, and tears were forced out.

The bamboo kite hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Why are you bothered, the maid is hired to take care of you, where do you want to go, what do you want, just give a command." ”

Auntie helped her hand to get up, and smiled indifferently: "Some things have to be done by yourself, such as walking." ”

After a while, she fell again, and the bamboo kite hurriedly stepped forward to help, and saw a white robe corner.

It was Yan Shuheng, his eyes stood quietly behind Xiao Shu's bamboo branches, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

The bamboo kite was about to salute, but after being interrupted by him raising his hand, she was busy helping Grandma again, but was stopped again.

Yan Shuheng stood quietly, his eyes were always warm, but when he lowered his eyes, he had some sympathy like a cold bystander.

The bamboo kite didn't understand his attitude, but it was very unbearable to see Grandma falling, and when she was puzzled, Yan Shuheng had bent down and gently helped Grandma up.

"Are you alright?"

Auntie's godless eyes sparkled, and she called softly: "Husband, you're back." ”

"Well, let's go into the house." Yan Shuheng helped her into the door, his hands still very measured through her clothes.

The bamboo kite looked from behind, both of them were dressed in white, one had a jade crown and a jade tree in the wind, and the other was wearing a moon-pigmented skirt, and the black hair was tied up with a ribbon, like a hibiscus out of the water.

It's quite a bit of a piano and a song.

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Got to the room.

Auntie let go of the young man's hand as if showing off, walked a few steps forward, and sat down by the table in front of the window: "Husband, look, I can move freely in the house. ”

"Yes, a lot of gains."

Yan Shuheng did not hesitate to approve, and when he saw a black green on her hand, he called the bamboo kite to fetch the ointment.

Auntie stretched out her hand to take the ointment and apply it herself.

A crisp aroma came to her face, and he came to her when she was defenseless, and Auntie subconsciously stepped back, but his wrist was held by him lightly.

A chill on the wrist.

"You can't see it, I'll do it." He said lightly.

Auntie's eyes widened, and she secretly said that the sun came out in the west, and he actually drugged her with this wood!

He was still polite and restrained, holding her wrist through his sleeve, and dipping his other hand in the ointment and gently applying it up.

The ointment is cool, and it falls on the wrist with broken skin, which hurts and feels comfortable. He made a circular motion, with a gentle force, a layer of ointment between his skin, but it was still strange when he touched it.

Auntie wanted to withdraw her hand, but he grabbed it unresistibly. She had to hold her breath and stiffly let him take the medicine, until he touched a crack in his fingertips, and the coldness collided with the pain, like a filament from the wound into the wrist, up the wrist, straight up to the heavenly spirit cover.

Auntie couldn't help but gasp, and a low moan overflowed from the depths of her throat: "Husband, light...... Tap ......

The person on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then laughed in a low voice, and Auntie realized that her voice was too coquettish.

It's easy to misunderstand and think she's being coquettish.

On weekdays, she occasionally pretends to tease him, but when she acts, she is premeditated, in order to make him misunderstand, but if she is really misunderstood, she feels uncomfortable.

Auntie pursed her lips and tried her best to relax, but the stiffness spread from her heart to her hands.

"Is my hand too heavy?" The young man chuckled again, and he lowered his head and blew lightly on her wrist.

It was like a breeze blowing, too gentle but made Auntie uncomfortable, only to feel that the wound was getting more and more burning. Her hand couldn't help but shrink back: "My husband is working hard outside, so it's easy to go home and rest first, let Ah Kite come." ”

"Why can't you help but be funny." The youth chuckled.

Then Auntie heard the rustling of clothes, accompanied by a slight gust of wind—he got up.

The bamboo kite stepped forward to take the ointment and continued to apply the medicine to the abrasion on the ankle of Grandma.

Auntie trembled and hissed again.

Yan Shuheng looked out the window casually: "If it hurts, it's better to rest, why bother yourself." ”

Auntie shook her head firmly: "Although I am blind, I am not a cat or rabbit in a captive cage, if I sleep every day in addition to eating and drinking, what is the difference between death and death?" ”

Her voice is naturally graceful, clear and immature, like the petals that have just bloomed and have not been destroyed by wind and rain, but her tone is like the tenacity and unyielding of branches and leaves in the wind and rain.

Yan Shuheng was brought back certain memories.

The scattered gaze fell back to Auntie from the window, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and she smiled: "But living is no different from waiting for death, isn't it?" ”

Ah Ji looked up in surprise, and his words lingered in his ears, hooking up the unfamiliar feeling for no reason.

"Why are you distracted, my words are scaring you?" His words faint as morning mist interrupted her thoughts.

Auntie shook her head and said truthfully: "I just suddenly feel that my husband doesn't seem to be the same as you used to be." ”

"Yes."

Yan Shuheng moved his eyelashes lightly, and his words were soft and casual, as if he was appeased, like coaxing, and like teasing.

He stared into Auntie's clear eyes.

"What's the difference?"