Chapter 10: Inside and Out of Prison (5)

The river breeze blew on his face, whirring, and Fengzi turned his head to see Cheng Guyao sitting beside him, his eyes red and swollen, and his complacent face was a look of concern and anxiety. Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info remembered the embarrassment of Shicai, and was looked at by her, Fengzi couldn't help but feel very cramped, but also sad and guilty, squeezed out a wry smile on his face, and said: "Miss Cheng, it's all my fault, so you worried about me all night last night, and you couldn't sleep." ”

Cheng Guyao silently took out a white handkerchief for Fengzi and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, was speechless for a long time, and said leisurely: "But it's not good for me, if the eldest brother wasn't trying to save me, how could he be stabbed by the blade of the man in Tsing Yi?"

She saw that although the bleeding had stopped from the wound of Feng Zidu's sword, she sometimes fainted and sometimes woke up, and she only gritted her teeth interactively, knowing that her injury was serious this time, and she was afraid that this would be the parting of life and death, and the meeting was far away, so she didn't dare to be negligent overnight. I was anxious and panicked, but I didn't know what to do, so I cried and cried alone. When Fengzi fell asleep in a daze when the sky was dark, his breathing turned thick and steady, and he thought that there should be no big problem, and his heart was wide enough to support himself, so he leaned on a stone and closed his eyes and took a nap.

When he woke up in a trance, he suddenly heard Fengzi shouting in horror, his tone was chaotic, and he was hoarse. Cheng Guyao immediately woke up completely, only to say that his sword wound burst out, and he couldn't help but panic all of a sudden. How did I know that I saw that Fengzi was sleeping, and the wound had not changed at all, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it should be a nightmare, so I screamed and shouted in my dream.

However, Cheng Guyao heard the words "Mr. Yin" and "sister" coming and going in Fengzi's voice, and had heard him inadvertently talk about his childhood before, and when he learned that he still had a little sister, he couldn't help but think: "Could it be that the person surnamed Yin abused the eldest brother's little sister, but now he met it in a dream?" Looking at Feng Zidu's frightened face, he thought again: "I can't imagine that my eldest brother has experienced a lot of suffering, and dreams are born from the environment, he can't usually say it, only in dreams can it be revealed." In silence, he couldn't help but tears in his eyes again, and he reached out to shake Feng Zidu awake.

Feng Zidu was stunned when he heard this, raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Guyao for a long time, and all kinds of sorrows and pains that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally burst out of control like a lack of embankment, gushing out, and choked up: "I dreamed of my little sister, she was being hacked to death by several bandits. Miss Cheng, I was watching from the sidelines, but I couldn't do anything when I tried to save her. My little sister was crying miserably, and I could see the tears in her eyes, salty, bitter. I desperately wanted to go forward to save it, but I couldn't move my legs, so I could only watch my little sister being slashed by those bandits. The mood was agitated and shocked, and he felt a sour feeling in his throat, and opened his mouth with a "poof" and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered Cheng Guyao's face all over her body, she didn't dodge, and she didn't want to dodge at all, and tears dripped down her eyes. Crying and said: "Big brother, as the saying goes, dreams are the opposite of reality, and the little sister must be auspicious, and she will be fine." Hurriedly wiped the handkerchief in his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of Toyokoto's mouth. But in the panic in his heart, the hand holding the handkerchief trembled slightly.

Feng Zidu suddenly didn't speak for a long time, and looked up at a white egret flying by on the river. The egret was carefree and free, and although there was about to be invaded by a cold winter, it could fly south to avoid it, but what about people? Where can they go to relieve the torment and torment in their hearts? After a while, Fengzi sighed, shook her head gloomily and said: "My little sister will be fine anymore, and she will never cry in front of me again, and I will never see my little sister cry again." Miss Cheng, I can't see my little sister crying anymore. The resentment and sorrow in his heart suddenly surged up again, stuffed his chest, and opened his mouth to vomit out a mouthful of blood again.

Cheng Guyao was stunned when she heard this, and saw that the blood that Fengzi vomited was blown head-on by the strong river wind, scattering into wisps of blood rain, splashing everywhere in front of and behind him, and he was at a loss, and he couldn't think of how to comfort him for a while, so he could only sobbing and accompanying him. After crying for a while, Cheng Guyao remembered his grandfather who was still on death row in Nanchang Prefecture at this time, the official mansion was dark, and those big internal guards were all extremely vicious, and grandpa must be a murderer here. Sympathizing with each other, everyone was unfortunate, and they couldn't hold back any longer, so they lowered their bodies and cried.