Chapter 29: The rivers and mountains are far away, and you should pity the people in front of you 2

I haven't seen the sky for a long time. The blue-shirted woman stood in the heavy rain, as if to make up for all the lost time. She tilted the umbrella back slightly and looked up at the hazy sky.

It has been half a year since we left the world. How did this half year come? Now when I think about it, I am at a loss and have not left much real feeling. She gently closed her long scattered hair and put away the umbrella, allowing the rain to wet her whole body. Only in this way can you be sure that you have survived.

There is no strong desire for revenge, nothing else, just because he knows that the person's strength is a thousand times better than himself. Even if he hates it, the consequence of rushing to collect debts is bound to die worse.

If you give up, you will be unwilling.

I can't forget the days in the deep and boundless darkness. I wrestled with a madman every day. My whole body was so scarred that I lost consciousness. Even if I accidentally bit the tip of my tongue, my mouth was full of rust.

Killing that man was just an accident. At the beginning of the time, the two talked a lot together. The madman spoke astringently and difficult to understand, but he still explained his identity and why he was imprisoned here. Because she couldn't see her fingers, couldn't tell day and night, and still couldn't get out after a few days in chaos, she couldn't help but become irritable. In retrospect, the madman may be so crazy.

Under irritability, there will be a quarrel. The madman is crazy, but after all, she is not an ordinary person. If she is a little angry, she will be strangled to death.

Yes, there is no sense of guilt, but suddenly I feel boundless fear and loneliness. The place where my face was scratched was still itchy. The only person who was my companion died like this, as if he had broken the rope of the paper kite and watched it drift away, and the body in his hand gradually cooled.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I've already come to this point, and I still care about the sin of life and death, loneliness and fear.

Then...

Then take her...

Thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to the memory of yesterday, which was still painful. The depression was still clear. The blue-shirted woman closed her eyes hard and opened them again. Seeing the pouring rain in front of her, she was finally relieved.

"Oh, this is really strange." There was a chuckle in his ears.

She quickly turned to the source of the sound and clenched the old umbrella she had just got in her hand - the umbrella that her kind aunt stuffed in the rain was the only weapon she could defend herself.

The black hair is high, setting off a angular face, which is very arrogant, an undecorated ochre long shirt, and the neckline cuffs are patterned with a simple pattern. The person came with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, with a playful smile on the corners of his mouth, and was looking over.

The green-shirted woman measured it in her heart and decided to do nothing: "Why did you say this?"

The man in ochre smiled on his face, but he refused to approach him. He seemed to be afraid. He said, "Girls are not ordinary people."

He was shocked. How did he see it? The green-shirted woman hid all kinds of questions in her heart and asked with a smile, "Oh? Because I don't have an umbrella, I'm a weirdo. Is that what you mean?

"Nonye," the man in ochre changed his hand to oil-paper umbrella. "Lone soul wild ghost, or wizard, which one is the girl?"

The blue-shirted woman finally looked down and looked at him again: "You have good eyesight."

The man did not intend to make things difficult for her, but just turned around and looked at the boundless rain curtain: "No matter which one, he must have had a painful experience. If not, how could there be a strong resentment lingering around? I'm just a person who has a similar experience with a girl. Girls don't have to be nervous.

"Huh, what a close-looking face." Disdainful.

The other party didn't care about her, but lightly advised, "Even if it's a ghost, you'd better put on an umbrella. Why bother yourself." After saying that, he left slowly.

The woman in blue looked at his back with a puzzled expression.

Who is he? Did you come here to say these words to yourself?

When she was puzzled, she suddenly felt that someone else was approaching, and she raised her vigilance again. However, the person who came back was all black, and even his face was wrapped in a black cloth. He could only see a pair of slender and cold eyes.

"Who are you? Do you also want to say to me, don't waste the umbrella in your hand?" She asked with a sneer.

It is difficult to distinguish between male and female in the voice: "I don't have the eyes of yin and yang, but I can also see the girl. Presumably the girl is not a ghost. In this way, she is a wizard." The tone is very positive.

After the experience of escaping from death, she was no longer afraid of other things, so she said bluntly, "You're right."

The man in black suddenly knelt on one knee: "Please come with me. A distinguished adult will be happy to see you."

***

Near dusk, Han Ruxu was so hungry that he finally heard ** movement, and quickly popped up the chair and rushed forward to look.

**, Wei Tanyi was still lying on his back stiffly. I don't know if it was his illusion that there was a faint shadow moving on the lying person. Is there any evil spirit who wants to take the opportunity to get on his body? Han Ruxu decisively pulled out the Dangyang sword and pointed, "Who are you!"

The shadow suddenly disappeared, and the ** man suddenly sat up and almost hit the blade, which startled Han Ruqi.

Wei Tanyi sat in a trance for a long time before raising his hand to hold his forehead.

"Wow, you finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I'll ask someone from the coffin store to bury you." The sword returned to the sheath, and Han Ruxu pretended to be exaggerated.

Wei Tanyi looked up and glanced at him and asked strangely, "Why are you here?" Why are you..." Looking at the layout around, he nodded as if he understood, and said to himself, "So I made a mistake."

Thinking that his brain was not clear, Han Ruxu didn't ask much and poured a glass of water and brought it over: "Nah."

"Huh? Lord Han actually condescended to bring tea and pour water. I'm really flattered!"

"...I've made myself like this, and my words are still so unreliable."

After drinking some water, Wei Tanyi took a long breath and began to ask, "Have I slept for a long time? When did Lord Han come?"

"Anyway, before you fell into the water."

It seemed that he didn't understand what he said. Wei Tanyi was stunned and then asked, "Where did quenching go?"

Han Ruxu raised his jaw to the scroll on the wall: "In the painting, it seems that it can't keep the original appearance because it's wet."

"Did you get wet?" Wei Tanyi frowned deeply and held the cup motionless. It seemed that he was trying to recall, but he couldn't remember it.

A bad hunch came up, and Han Ruqi asked tentatively, "Don't tell me that you have lost your memory by cold water." I'm afraid so." ......”

Wei Tanyi patted his head hard and looked in pain: "I remember this store, remember quenching, and vaguely remember to know you, but other things..."

vaguely remember to know you - Han Ruxu really didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and asked, "Then who are you? Do you remember?"

"...I'm not sure, you know?"

Han Ruqi wanted to answer that he didn't know, but he thought that this might be an opportunity to find out his true face, so he nodded: "Of course I know. Tell me about it. If it's wrong, I'll correct you in time."

Wei Tanyi smiled at him, which seemed to bring some trust, which made Han Ru extremely uncomfortable.