Under the extremely cold wind, it is also the time of the festival, there are still merchants' carriages along the way, and the carriages full of goods are long and long, and they are moving slowly one after another on the winding road. It's like a rope blown by a cold wind.

The carriage in the middle of the wagon, which walked lightly in the middle, was much lighter than the dull sound of other horses' hooves, and it was evident that the brown horse pulling only the carriage was much lighter, and it was also much more lucky.

On the edge of the carriage at the back of the line, a thin young man, staring blankly at the ground that flashed by.

The young man was holding a long knife in his arms, but no matter how he looked at it, the long knife always did not match the young man. It's not a matter of dressing up, it's a sense of alternativeness that arises spontaneously, as if you're looking at two people.

The man who sat with him on horseback was obviously accustomed to this young man who did not like to talk, and only drove the carriage, and did not want to open his mouth to eat a bite of closed door.

After the caravan traveled more than ten miles, the carriage leading the front row slowly stopped, and the orders passed on one by one made the horsemen behind them tighten the horse ropes in their hands.

The men who finally got a break formed a group of three or five, joking unscrupulously.

The young man leaning on the side of the carriage was still sitting in the carriage, and the only thing that changed was that his gaze shifted from the ground to the sky.

"Miss. A few men looked at the woman who came with the maid, stopped the joke in their mouths, and said respectfully.

The delicate-looking woman does have the appearance of a lady, although she is not very beautiful, but it makes people feel close, and there is no sense of hatred that is high up and no one in her eyes.

The woman smiled and nodded, and without disturbing the entertainment of the people's leisure time, continued towards the last carriage.

The young man in the carriage did not change his appearance because of the woman who arrived, and still raised his head and looked up at the sky. But there was not even half a cloud in the sky except for a gray and blue, and I really didn't understand what to look at.

"Zhou Xiaobai, what are you looking at?"

The woman took the initiative to talk, looking at the young man she had rescued.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't speak, still raised his head and didn't speak.

The woman is the daughter of the caravan caravan, and she is bored squatting at home, and after begging her father a hundred times, she came out with the caravan to see the scenery outside, although most of the time she squats in the car, but it is much stronger than being bored in the house all day.

The silent young man in front of him was found on the ground a few miles away from Xiping City, and lying with him was a man with a broken arm who had been dead for a long time.

Before going out, the woman's father told her not to meddle in her business, but she had to freeze to death when lying on the ground in the cold weather, so she couldn't bear to send someone to bury the man, and even carried the young man to the carriage.

The young man who came to wake up after the warmth only snatched the long knife from the woman's hand and asked where the dead man was. After hearing the burial again, he eased up a lot, maybe it was a repayment, and he answered his name, so the woman knew that his name was Zhou Xiaobai.

After waking up, Zhou Xiaobai did not continue to lie on the carriage, but took the initiative to run to the last truck, no matter where others asked him to go, he didn't say a word.

Many men felt that young people had been stimulated by the rivers and lakes, and their brains were broken, and they proposed several times that women drive men away, so as not to get into trouble or lose any goods.

The woman shook her head in refusal every time, obviously not agreeing with this kind of speech, she could see something different in the young man's eyes.

"Zhou Xiaobai?" the woman stretched out her palm and waved in front of her eyes.

Zhou Xiaobai was still silent, the only thing that changed was to retract his gaze and turn his head to look at the woman, his eyes were still empty.

"Can you take a look at the knife in your hand? The woman pointed to the long knife wrapped around the scabbard.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't agree, and continued to raise his head and remain silent.

The woman was not angry, and reached forward to pull out the knife to see what it looked like. This beautiful lady is also a person who likes to listen to the stories of the rivers and lakes, because of her weak body since she was a child, and her father's obstruction, this dream of the rivers and lakes can only come to naught.

Feeling the slight force on the knife, Zhou Xiaobai, who was distracted, suddenly turned his gaze, looked at the palm held on the handle of the knife, and couldn't help waving his hand vigorously, and the long scabbard hit the woman's chin.

The woman let out a soft "ah", covered her chin with her hands, and there were tears in her eyes.

Many men who heard the voice, seeing that their young lady was injured, all came forward, and some men with hot tempers had already grabbed Zhou Xiaobai's collar with their big thick hands, and raised their fists to fight.

The gentle nature of his own young lady has always made his subordinates feel a lot, and now this damn dumb boy has not only said no thank you when he was saved, but he has been eating and drinking all day long, and now he is bullying the young lady.

The man punched Zhou Xiaobai on the cheek, how could Zhou Xiaobai, who was already thin, be able to withstand such strength, he was knocked to the ground, ignoring the already swollen and painful left side of his face, still holding the long knife without the slightest movement.

Many people are looking at it more and more, and they want to teach this kid a lesson!

"Okay, don't make a fuss, he didn't mean it, what are you doing. The woman removed her hands from her chin, and the reddened chin was especially noticeable on her fair face.

A few men stopped talking, glared at the young man on the ground in confusion, listened to their young lady's words, and got together again to chat.

The woman looked at the man who was still lying on the ground, took the initiative to bend down and squat, and reached out to help him up, without the slightest appearance of anger and resentment.

"You come with me to the carriage to pull out the medicine, otherwise it will be blown by the cold wind on such a cold day, and it will be easy to freeze. ”

The woman took two steps, couldn't hear the footsteps behind her, and turned around to see the man holding the long knife, still standing in place, without the slightest intention of moving.

The woman had no choice but to walk back again, take the initiative to grab Zhou Xiaobai, and walk to the carriage.

Zhou Xiaobai, who was like a walking corpse, was pulled like this, without the slightest resistance, and many men still looked at the man who should be beaten, complaining for their own young lady, what does he care about this kind of waste.

In the carriage, the woman took out the medicinal wine by herself, and did not care about her red chin, but first rubbed the medicine on Zhou Xiaobai, and gently rubbed her palms with a pungent smell, gently rubbing them on her red and swollen cheeks, and the carriage smelled of medicine, and the woman didn't care.

Zhou Xiaobai was still holding the long sword, feeling the softness of his cheeks, and his eyes looked straight at the woman.

Such a blatant behavior made the unworldly woman couldn't help but blush.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't have the color of enlightenment, and he still couldn't take his eyes off it, this not beautiful but beautiful but beautiful face.

The woman's face was about to drip blood, and her heart was beating violently, so she had to retract her hand and not be seen red.

"I'm sorry. Zhou Xiaobai also retracted his gaze, not knowing whether to apologize for the past or for the present.

The man who had only said two words for so long now said another sentence, which made the woman a little happy, and the previous embarrassment was quickly thrown aside.

Zhou Xiaobai did not continue to speak, but sent the long knife in his hand, which was regarded as compensating for his previous mistakes.

The woman didn't take it, she knew that the knife was his most valuable thing, and she could see it in his eyes.

"My name is Zhao Yuying. The woman introduced.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't speak, but silently remembered the name in his heart.

"Where are you from?" the woman's voice was melodious.

Still silent as always, Zhao Yuying is used to it, and continued.

"Our trip is a return to business, Luoyang is our destination, where is my home, do you want to go to Luoyang?"

Still no answer, the woman seemed to be talking to the air again.

"Are you going to be a guest at my house?"

"Do you have any relatives? If you go to Luoyang with us, won't anyone worry?"

The woman, who was really helpless, didn't understand what was going on, which made the man sad. Her curiosity prompted her to get to know the man in front of her.

"Who is that man, who are you?" Zhao Yuying thought of the dead man, and wanted to understand Zhou Xiaobai in front of him through him.

The man who should have been silent spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and trembling: "He is a very important friend of mine. ”