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Chapter Forty-Nine

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    Wen Qian was left alone.

    Tree shadows swayed above her head, and the cold wind poured in from the sparse grass, pervasive.

    There was no way to walk around casually, so she had to squat on the spot and eat the wind. This state of being unable to get up and down made her very embarrassed, and she would have gone to bed if she knew it.

    Wen Qian leaned against the wall in a daze, wondering when Yang Jin would come back.

    At this time, she heard a faint melody from the boundless leaves, mixed in the wind and indistinct, as if someone was humming, with a high-pitched voice, but the tone couldn't rise  , the half-dead drama tortured people's ears numb.

    Wen Qian was wondering if it was a new torture that the eunuchs from the East Factory had come up with in the middle of the night, but he accidentally discovered that the singing was coming from the room in the West Wing.

    In Miss Yan's boudoir, the lights have been turned off and it's pitch black.

    She walked slowly to the window, and looked in through the gap propped up by the window, the sandalwood dowry, the lyre made of pine and cedar, the carved canopy bed, and the whole room of a lady.

    There seemed to be a person lying on the bed, tightly covered by the quilt, and the humming that was constantly crackling wafted from it, which seemed especially strange in the extremely calm night.

    Is Miss Yan singing?

    Suddenly, the singing stopped.

    The person on the bed sat up and rubbed his eyes vigorously as if someone had woken him up.  After a while, she seemed very happy, and moved towards the empty bed, then stretched out her hands and hugged her arms tightly, as if embracing a mass of invisible air.

    Wen Qian's eyes have gradually adapted to the darkness, and with the help of moonlight and lights behind him, it is not difficult to see the situation in the house clearly.

    So, the moment the person turned his head slightly, she saw the appearance of this young lady of the Yan family. Her tall and strong body was covered with black hair, and the face under the disheveled hair, there was no doubt that it was Yan Changhan.  myself.

    ?Different from the expression he usually sees, his strong and tough facial features are forcibly covered with a touch of shyness, which seems to be happy but not happy, shy and timid.

    It's him, but it's not like him.

    For a long time, Wen Qian didn't understand what was going on with the scene before her eyes.

    Both legs gradually became numb during the long half-squatting, she was too frightened to pay attention, but her limbs trembled honestly, shaking the bushes beside her feet to make a rustling sound.

    Before her heart "thumped", Wen Qian noticed that the expression on the face of the "Miss Yan family" had changed negligently.

    He turned his gaze to the window suddenly.

    It's not timid and shy, nor is it cheerful and straightforward, but gloomy and deep, with a strong killing intent!

    Her intuition prevented her from thinking, she turned around immediately, her lotus steps lightened, her figure was almost at the limit, and she rushed out like a gull and heron entering the water.

    Yan's house is the most common folk house, without winding verandas and charming gardens, and at her desperate speed, she can rush to the street in a short while.

    Wen Qian turned to the vertical flower door in one breath, but she had to stop as soon as she stepped on the steps. She looked at the opposite side with burning eyes, but she slowly backed away.

    Dim and unclear light shone over the threshold, the paper lantern swayed slightly at the pace of the visitor, and the candle flame flickered.

    Wen Qian retreated not far away and stood still, took a deep breath, calmed down the flustered heart just now, raised her eyes and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

    *

    The streets of Xuzhou City are still empty at night.

    Yang Jin stepped on the middle of the intersection, turned his head and saw the black figure running forward on the right side, while he was catching up, a thought came to his mind: I don't know why, I always feel that today's Chunshan, Qinggong is slower than before  a lot of.

    Getting closer and closer to the opponent, he could find that his frame was not big, and his stature was even small. Yang Jin raised his breath to speed up, raised his arm and slammed the man's shoulder.

    "Stop."

    While speaking, he exerted force on his palm.

    The other party was staggered by his strong force, and Yang Jin tripped lightly, and while turning the man around, he fell heavily to the ground.

    Soi Ying rolled, as if he had fallen heavily, and tried several times but couldn't get up.  At this moment, a whimper was heard in his ear, it was soft and hoarse, clearly it was a woman.

    Yang Jin raised his eyes in great surprise, and saw Yun Niang in an old cloth dress sitting on the bluestone slab shining brightly, her hair was still a bit messy, and her thin face was covered with dew and  dust.

    "It's you?" Yang Jin frowned in disbelief, and stepped forwardFrom an angle, "Miss Wen, have you ever heard that souls can be created?"

    Wen Qian replied leisurely: "I haven't heard of it."

    He smiled, but he didn't mind, and said slowly: "He was born in Jinzhou, Liaodong, where the mountains and rivers are poor, and it is also the junction of Daqi and Houjin, where there are constant wars. Whenever there is a war these days, people will suffer.  Homeless, with nowhere to go."

    "Dad and mother passed away when he was very young, and so did his sister. He rolled alone in the pile of refugees, fought with others for sleep, fought with dogs for food, went out to beg with a group of older children during the day, and huddled in  They spent the night in dilapidated ancestral halls full of people.

    "Because he was young and thin, he was always bullied at that time, and he didn't know how to fight back when he was beaten all day long."

    Chun Shan paused.

    "So, he created me."

    Wen Qian opened her lips unconsciously, and finally said nothing, just quietly waiting for the next sentence.

    "I am stronger and more capable than him. I can help him snatch two white flour steamed buns in the soup kitchen, help him drive away those refugees with malicious intentions, comfort him, and protect him. I let him  Those who survivedhe has always been very grateful to me." Chunshan's eyes were rarely stained with a look that was not so joking, and it was a bit too gentle.

    "The winter at that time was very cold, and the outside was full of heavy snow, which could crack the broken windows, so the two of us wrapped up in rotten cotton wool in the hut to keep warm." He said with a smile, "You may not  You will understand that it is the luckiest thing to have someone to accompany you in troubled times, at least you won¡¯t be alone until your death.¡±

    There are so many wonders in the world, Wen Qian didn't have time to delve into the so-called "creative soul" in his mouth, but felt strange: "Then why did he create another sister?"

    "He's so lonely." Chun Shan shook his head, "Because my relatives passed away early, and I lived alone in the world for three or four years, I always wanted to have a family."

    "It was a certain day after the famine passed. He got rich and bought ghost paper to burn incense for his deceased parents. I don't know what happened, but when he came back, my sister appeared  .¡±

    "Actually, I don't dislike her. There is nothing wrong with having a little girl by my side." He said, "Besides, my sister is really cute and obedient.

    "In order to take care of her, we built a small house on the outskirts of Jinzhou, backed by mountains, facing the sea of ??flowers, in the morning you can see the sunrise in the east, in the evening you can see the rays of the sun'Chunshan' is the name he gave me  , my sister is called 'Mu Yun'."

    Chun Shan suddenly let out a long sigh of satisfaction, "That should be the happiest time in my life. We are really like two reliable brothers, taking our little sister and watching her grow up day by day."

    "He always told me, 'When Mu Yun gets married, I must find her a good son-in-law who will satisfy both you and me.'"

    As a result, Yang Jin was taken aback.

    However, this vision is not bad.

    Wen Qian crossed her arms, and the corners of her mouth curled up in an ambiguous way.

    Chun Shan thought she was disdainful, but instead smiled self-deprecatingly: "Isn't it ridiculous? From the beginning to the end, it's just me who protects, comforts, and raises me."

    Wen Qian looked at his half-crazy and half-stupid look, but didn't take it seriously, "It sounds like you have a good relationship, why did you kill him?"

    Chun Shan's wry smile suddenly froze on his lips, his eyes gradually turned cold, and his expression returned to the original calmness.

    The air in the surrounding area was silent for a moment.

    "Did you know." He said, "When there are three people, there is always one of them, and they will go further and further apart."

    "Suddenly one day, neither of them remembered me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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