Hearing Shen Yanshu's fierce voice, Pei Yining looked up at her with a shocked face.

Seeing that Pei Yining's escort maid finally rushed down, Shen Yanshu handed Pei Yining over to the maid and said, "Take care of your county lord, if there is a next time, you will really be disabled." ”

The maid hurriedly responded, and then stepped forward to support Pei Yining.

Shen Yanshu just wanted to let go, but Pei Yining grabbed his arm with his backhand.

"Sister Yunge, is it you?" Pei Yining held her arm tightly and asked her cautiously, for fear that she would disappear in a blink of an eye.

Hearing her words, Shen Yanshu was stunned for a moment, but soon regained her look, and she said coldly: "I don't know what you're talking about, let it go!"

Before she could let go, Shen Yanshu had already pulled out her arm, and without looking back, she pulled Yan Qinghan, who was standing not far away, and walked away, and the green kite and Mo Bai behind her hurriedly followed.

Her eyes were a little flustered, and sure enough, she inadvertently revealed her true nature!

Yan Qinghan saw that her expression was wrong, so she asked, "What's the matter?"

"If you encounter an unreasonable and unreasonable county lord, you don't need to pay attention to it. Shen Yanshu said, trying to make himself look less strange.

Yan Qinghan frowned, and her doubts deepened.

Pei Yining stood firmly in place, looking at the street where Shen Yanshu had gone, and couldn't take a step for a while.

That is obviously Shen Yanshu, how could he say the words that only Sister Yunge would say?

In the past, when she was unhappy, she liked to secretly go to get wine to drink, and she didn't listen to anyone's advice, but only Sister Yunge directly carried her and threw her into the wine cellar to reflect, so she naturally didn't dare.

Later, every time she drank, Sister Yunge would be very angry and say that she would throw her into the wine cellar.

Even Chen Yanxi didn't dare to do this to her, so when she said something like that from Shen Yanshu's mouth, she was naturally extremely shocked, except for Sister Yunge, no one would do this to herself.

But that Sister Yunge, who was strict but always cared about her, had already died in the fire.

Who was Shen Yanshu, and why would she say such a thing to her?

She seemed to understand a little why Sister Xiyan was willing to follow Shen Yanshu and be willing to be just a maid.

Don't...... Is Shen Yanshu really Qi Yunge?

"County Lord......" The maid behind Pei Yining called her softly, thinking that she was frightened, so she said, "Let's go home?"

Pei Yining came back to her senses, because she had drunk too much wine just now, her brain was a little painful, she rubbed the acupoints on her forehead with her hands, trying to make herself more sober, but suddenly her feet shook and she fainted.

Shen Yanshu and Yan Qinghan sat in a small tea shop, Shen Yanshu looked around, and suddenly remembered that this was the tea shop that he and Xiao Yan had been to that day.

"Girl, here we go again. The shopkeeper said with a smile, he thought that the scene of the beggar rummaging through the garbage last time scared this delicate young lady and never dared to come over again!

Shen Yanshu just nodded, and suddenly thought of the familiar back from last time.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain this day, do you still want to order some side dishes and wait for the rain to pass?" asked the shopkeeper.

Shen Yanshu looked up, the sky was fine in the morning and now it was cloudy, there should be a heavy rain coming, this is approaching summer, the rain here in the south of the Yangtze River is said to fall, but it will not be long, just a thunder like a heavy rain, it can stop in about an hour or two, and the shops are not surprised.

"Good. Shen Yanshu said, "Two plates of side dishes." ”

Yan Qinghan said: "Look at you so casual, you don't look like a girl raised in a deep boudoir." ”

Everyone in Chang'an City is beautiful, the most delicate, and they have to eat in good restaurants when they go out.

But Shen Yanshu is as good as a stream, as if he is used to living such a life.

Shen Yanshu said: "You haven't known me for a day or two, if you still compare me with other Chang'an ladies, you will naturally be disappointed." ”

"None of them can compare to you. Yan Qinghan said.

Shen Yanshu said: "I don't have them dignified, they don't have their virtuous, and I don't have their knowledge. ”

"You don't need that. Yan smiled lightly, but his eyes were full of doting.

Shen Yanshu turned his head and didn't look at him.

When the shop brought up the side dishes and tea, it suddenly rained heavily, and the sound of the rain fell on the eaves like the sound of plucking the strings, although noisy, but it was reassuring.

She looked outside, but the raindrops fell on the blue brick floor, splashing the water, and the whole world became blurred, there was actually a Jiangnan charm, and the cool air entered the nose, which was refreshing.

Just looking at it, a figure came into view.

Shen Yanshu took a closer look, it was the "beggar" he saw that day, he was still wearing the tattered clothes, slowly walked from the rain, and then walked into a pile of garbage, and suddenly bent down and began to look for something.

"Miss, isn't that the same person from before?" said the green kite in surprise, "I gave him a few taels of silver that day, why are you still looking for tattered garbage?"

The shopkeeper saw the figure, sighed, and said: "Miss doesn't know, he will come here every two days to turn over the garbage, whether it is spring, summer, autumn, winter, wind, frost, rain or snow, he will come to the nearby garbage heap to rummage, it has been more than a year, at the beginning, everyone was still persuasive, but his brain is jet lag, his spirit is not good, and he will not listen at all." ”

Shen Yanshu's eyes kept staring at that figure, and after listening to the words of the shopkeeper, he felt so uncomfortable in his heart.

Qing Kite said: "How did he become like this, without a family?"

The shopkeeper sighed: "I heard that he was originally a calligrapher and painter, and his calligraphy and paintings were good, but he was more proud of himself and didn't like to deal with people." A year ago, the eldest princess of Pingle went to Jiangnan, but wanted to ask him to paint, but he refused, at that time Yuan Zhifu, who was just a small official, in order to please the eldest princess, cut off the thumb and index finger of his right hand and threw it into the garbage heap. ”

Yuan Zhifu said that since he is arrogant, he will destroy his proudest talent, cut off his fingers, he can no longer pick up a pen, can't draw, can't write, and no longer has the capital of pride, this is the most ruthless way to torture a person. ”

"The poor man had his fingers cut off, and he could only cry and slam at the garbage heap they threw at him, and he searched for three days and three nights in the garbage heap, and then he went crazy and became what he is now, and the people in the neighborhood took pity on him, and often brought him some porridge and food, and so on for more than a year. ”

The green kite's eyes were red when she heard it, and it was such a story.

Even Yan Qinghan was a little distracted, for calligraphers and painters, not being able to hold a pen anymore may be the biggest pain.

"Miss!" The green kite suddenly realized that Shen Yanshu's position was empty, and when she looked up, she saw that Shen Yanshu had already braved the heavy rain and ran in the direction of the beggar.

The rain fell heavily, and it seemed that every drop and every bit hit her hard, mixed with her tears, and fell to the ground.

She ran in front of the man, finally stopped, looked at the person who was picking up the garbage and looking for fingers in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice, "Old man Huang, is that you?"

The rain was loud, as if it was going to drown out the whole world, and it also drowned out Shen Yanshu's voice.

The man was picking up garbage in the rain while chanting "Fingers, fingers, where are my fingers......

"Old man Huang!" Shen Yanshu couldn't control it anymore, pulled him up, held his shoulder, and held it down hard, preventing him from continuing to pick up garbage, "Old man Huang, look at me! Look at me! I'm your apprentice Qingyun!"

Huang Tingzhou, a once famous master of calligraphy and painting, ended up like this......

"I'm looking for my finger...... Fingers...... Without my fingers, how can I draw, I want to draw......"

Old Man Huang's eyes were scattered, and his fingers were still in his heart.

How would he draw without his fingers......

Shen Yanshu was stunned in place, the rain had already wet her whole body, and her hair was messy, sticking to her face, letting the rain wash away.

Yan Qinghan had already walked behind her with an umbrella, shielding them from the wind and rain.

Old Man Huang broke free of Shen Yanshu's control, still bent down to rummage through the garbage, Shen Yanshu didn't care about anything else, and didn't care about the tattered and rancid clothes on Old Man Huang's body, and hugged him tightly.

"Old man Huang, don't look for it. Shen Yanshu choked up and said, "Don't look for it...... I'll do your fingers, what you want to write, what you want to draw, I'll draw for you, okay?"

Old Man Huang seemed to have a hint of consciousness, he looked blankly ahead, and asked, "Can I still paint?"

"Yes!" Shen Yanshu nodded violently, "Old Man Huang's paintings are the best, no one can compare to them! Have you forgotten? You have a very powerful apprentice, she said that in the future, Old Man Huang will draw whatever she wants, she will draw whatever she wants, she is your finger!"

"Yun'er......" Old man Huang seemed to have a hint of reaction, and his eyes were blank.

Shen Yanshu looked at him with tears in his eyes but in surprise: "Old man Huang, do you remember, I am Yun'er!"

"You're not, my Yun'er, she's dead. Old man Huang said in a daze, "Yun'er is dead, and his fingers are gone." ”

"Old Man Huang......"

Shen Yanshu was still thinking about what to say, but he saw that Old Man Huang suddenly shook his body, closed his eyes, and fainted.

"Old man Huang!" Shen Yanshu was shocked, hugging his skinny body, his heart was in endless panic, and he finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Yan Qinghan stood behind her, holding an umbrella, watching her cry helplessly holding Old Man Huang, and stepped forward to help her pick up Old Man Huang, but Shen Yanshu held on tightly and didn't let go, as if he would lose him as soon as he let go.

In the end, I could only watch her slender body pick up an old man dressed like a beggar, get up and walk in the rain, and slowly walked in the direction of Xiao Mansion, her back firm and lonely.

She has to be strong so she can protect those she cares about.