Jinghe 11.The Past of the Soul (1)

When Yu Li'an and Huayu came out of the painting shop, there were only sporadic lights on the street, and pedestrians were sparse, most of them were in a hurry.

Someone hurriedly staggered past them, and the wind and snow were mixed with vague complaints: "What the hell is the weather, why is it suddenly snowing so much?......"

Yu Li'an closed her eyes gently, and memories flashed through her mind one by one.

When he was five years old, his father left home to take the exam, and his mother hugged him and cried to see him off. When we arrived at the ferry, the fog was thick, and the county magistrate disappeared into the fog.

When he was seven years old, his father returned to his hometown, and his mother cried with pear blossoms and rain, and asked him breathlessly why he came back, and he didn't reply to a letter after going out, she said that she thought he was dead......

When he was nine years old, his father was demoted for the first time, and his mother died. She hugged him and comforted him awkwardly: "Don't be afraid, Daddy, there will be Yu'er when my mother is gone, and Yu'er will cook for my father for my mother in the future......"

......

The memory lasted until she was sixteen, crying and shouting at him, "Why?!" and suddenly it came to an abrupt end.

Yu Li'an opened his eyes and understood something.

The wind and snow seem to be a little smaller, and it doesn't hurt so much to hit people's faces anymore.

Huayu followed her with a worried expression: "Miss?"

Yu Li'an looked at her, a shallow smile appeared in Yingli's eyebrows, and he reached out and rubbed her head.

"Let's go, go back. ”

The wind and snow were blowing, and the last bit of light on the street was extinguished.

Back at the house, the county magistrate's father hurriedly took Yu Li's relief, and at the same time instructed his subordinates to bring her the boiled ginger soup to drink. The meaning of care is beyond words, and there is no truth in the slightest.

He watched her finish the last bit of ginger soup, squinted happily, and then asked her with great interest what she had bought and what she had done when she went out, and if she was happy.

It's like an ordinary father who cares about his daughter.

Yu Li'an was stunned, and suddenly thought that there was such a person who cared for her so much, cared for her meticulously, and was careful, treating her very well, and doing anything for fear of making her unhappy.

Then she regretted it a little, regretting that she slapped away the hand he was reaching out to her that day.

Yu Li's dark eyes suddenly became like stars, and for the first time, he showed a bright smile to the county magistrate's father, like a red plum blossoming in a dark corner.

is obviously gorgeous, but it makes people feel cold in their bones for no reason.

The magistrate's father shuddered.

Yu Li'an frowned, still smiling.

It's time for her to go home.

......

The red plum blossoms on the barricade ridge are cold, and there are bursts of horse neighing on the official road below the ridge, and the snow is amazing.

Yu Li'an pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse stopped two or three feet away from Shen Lan.

The green horse and the white horse snorted heavily, glaring at each other fiercely.

"Get out of the way!" the cold voice bloomed like a cold plum.

Shen Lan furrowed her eyebrows: "What are you going back to do now? There is only one dead end!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Calm down!"

"I said get out of the way!"

"Don't let it!"

Yu Li'an's eyebrows were shocking, and he raised his horsewhip and whipped it hard, no longer caring about him.

The horse was in pain, its front hooves raised high, and it rampaged towards Shen Lan.

was so frightened that even the green horse neighed.

Shen Lan turned the horse's head suddenly, and Yu Li'an took advantage of this to ride the dust.

"You're back!" Shen Lan rode after him.

In the end, the green horse is a good horse, and it didn't take long to overtake her.

The snow was so heavy that it blinded people's eyes, the wind was quiet, and the horses neighed.

Yu Li'an jumped up from his horse without hesitation, and the scimitar in his hand was amazingly bright.

Shen Lan rode motionless on his horse, his furry fox fur cloak was blown high by the wind, his eyes were cold and clear, and there was still half a bit of bookish air.

The scimitar in Yu Li'an's hand went straight to his throat.

The scimitar approached in front of her, Shen Lan instantly reached out, and just as she was about to grab her wrist, she deftly turned around and flipped behind him.

A fierce wind hit behind him, Shen Lan had no choice but to support his hand on the horse's back and turn over and dismount, and then pull the reins.

Yu Li'an originally planned to snatch the horse and run, but at the moment she obviously couldn't, and besides, she didn't want to hurt him.

Yu Li'an twisted his eyebrows, looked down at Shen Lan, and drank: "Let go!"

"Calm down!"

"Let it go!"

Shen Lan's brows furrowed deeply, pursed her lips, and suddenly pulled down with force, the green horse couldn't stand his strength, and knelt down with his front hooves.

Yu Li'an immediately stepped on the horse's back, jumped into the air with his strength, and leaned over towards Shen Lan. Shen Lan flashed behind her, Yu Li'an couldn't turn around in the air, and his hands were restrained by him.

There was a pain in my wrist, but it wasn't too hard to bear.

"Let it go!" she said in a deep voice.

Shen Lan was silent, clicked on a few of her acupoints, and then snatched the knife from her hand.

Yu Li'an couldn't move, and his heart was irritable.

Shen Lan jumped on the horse with her in her arms, and said in a deep voice: "When you calm down, I will give you an explanation." ”

Yu Li'an didn't speak, suddenly leaned forward and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood fell in the snow, making it dazzlingly red.

Shen Lan had a "buzz" in his head, and then he drank: "You don't want to die!"

Yu Li'an ignored him and continued to break through the acupoints, and the internal force was rampaging in the veins, but she had no intention of stopping.

She is gambling with Shen Lan with her life.

Shen Lan gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to her neck, her eyes cloudy.

"If you dare to stun me, I will die in front of you immediately. Yu Li'an said coldly.

Shen Lan took a deep breath, changed her gestures, quickly unlocked the remaining acupoints on her body, and said in a deep voice, "You are seriously injured now, do you want to go back to die?"

"It's none of your business. ”

Yu Li'an turned over and dismounted, but as soon as his feet landed, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Shen Lan watched her fall, but she didn't mean to help her, she just watched coldly as she struggled to get up from the ground and staggered to lead her horse.

was seriously injured, and it hurt terribly when he moved, Yu Li'an could no longer simply get on the horse, and stumbled for a while before he reluctantly got up.

Shen Lan counted silently in her heart, and only counted the second sound, and sure enough, she saw her fall off the horse. He knew how badly she had been wounded.

Yu Li'an got up from the ground again, the smell of blood in his mouth lingered for a long time, and his head was dizzy for a while.

The horse looked down at her, indifferent.

Shen Lan also looked at her, equally indifferent.

Yu Li'an didn't pay attention to it at all, and struggled to get on the horse again, she grabbed the reins, took a deep breath, and the pain all over her body was unbearable.

"Drive!"

The horse galloped slowly and passed by Shen Lan.

Shen Lan's face was expressionless.

After a while, Yu Li'an fell off the horse again.

She got up again, got on her horse, and after a few runs she fell again.

Up again, fall again.

I don't know how many times I repeated it, so I only ran a short distance each time, and I left Shen Lan far behind.

But she also really fell hard.

After falling off her horse for the first time, she took a deep breath and got back on her horse. This time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, torn messily by the wind.

Yu Li'an didn't rush forward, but closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she used all her strength to swing the horsewhip.

The white horse neighed and galloped forward madly.

She's really dying.

She was begging for death.

Shen Lan's pupils shrank.

Yu Li'an looked back and smiled, and the poignant "Yu Li'an" behind him had been blown to pieces by the wind.