Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Yan An wiped the rain off his face, let his hair down, and wrung out the heavy rain on his body before stopping and looking at Song Bojian.

The wound he had just bandaged turned a little white after being washed by the rain.

Most of the herbs were also washed away...

"Fortunately we hid the account book, otherwise it would have been a waste of time looking for it."

"Ah."

There were some relatively dry branches in the cave. Yan An borrowed a lighter to light them, but failed to do so for a long time. He looked at Song Bojian silently.

He can find herbs and caves, and he knows this and that. He probably knows how to light a fire too.

Song Bojian reached out his hand to her, and Yan An returned the lighter to him.

After a while, Song Bojian lit the small fire.

Yan An, “…” As expected.

But since she can light the fire so skillfully, why does it take her so long?

The two of them got so angry that the sticky feeling on Yan An's body finally eased.

The sky gradually darkened. Yan An looked at the person opposite him through the firelight. His lips had turned completely white, and the disguise on his face had been almost completely washed away.

Only the cloudy eyes and the broken glasses were the remains of the old actor, still firmly fixed on Song Bojian's face.

Overall, the disguise is still maintained.

At least those who have never been Song Bojian's assistant cannot tell that he is Song Bojian at this time.

Yan An suddenly thought of something.

In novels, when two characters are outside on a rainy night, what usually happens is...

The hero has a fever, and the heroine warms him with her body temperature.

The hero is poisoned by cold, and the heroine warms him with her body temperature.

Seeing the fire between the two of them getting smaller and smaller, it couldn't be that it would really become so cold.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if it’s cliché, as long as you don’t die.

Half an hour later, Yan An fell asleep leaning against the stone wall.

I don’t know if Song Bojian is cold, but she is.

"It's quite a coincidence that you found that account book."

As soon as these words came over, Yan An became alert.

It is known that Song Bojian has cooperated with the police, so if he suspects her, the police will also suspect her.

What if she is mistakenly thought to be in cahoots with human traffickers and thrown into jail? No matter whether the story is abusive or not, we don’t have to worry about it.

She felt that she was a big victim.

Yan An swore in a serious tone.

"Even if you look up my entire ancestry, you won't find any connection to human traffickers. My dad is just an ordinary drunkard who curses when he's drunk, and my mom is just a scheming mistress who got ahead of others."

After saying that, Yan An fell silent.

It sounds like this pair of parents are not good people.

In fact, she also wanted to say sincerely that the original owner was just a silly girl who was blinded by wealth and beauty, and wanted to cling to the thigh of the cruel male protagonist, but in the end it was just a part of the play.

Song Bojian over there also fell silent.

The two of them sat in silence. Yan An cleared his throat and said, "If I hadn't personally experienced the process of being abducted... I could have pretended not to have seen the account book. I don't like to meddle in other people's business."

There is no need to care. She is not a superhero from another world. She is just here to change the original plot that makes the readers so angry.

There is so much darkness in the background of the novel, how could she possibly eliminate it all.

It was as if she didn't care about Zhao Mingzhao's affairs at all, but after witnessing some people and things with her own eyes, she discovered that it was an account book.

She subconsciously stuffed the account book into her waistband and tied it tightly.

That's quite...nosy.

"Don't you like to meddle in other people's business?" Song Bojian raised the corner of his lips with an almost imperceptible arc, "Then why did you come to me?"

Yan An looked at him, and thousands of words came together into one sentence.

"Boss, let professionals do this kind of thing from now on. If you're gone... who's going to pay me?"

Song Bojian nodded and said, "I'll give you a red envelope when I get back."

Yan An unconsciously leaned his head against the stone wall and slowly closed his eyes, "Okay."

Yan An didn't know that she fell asleep. She only knew that she was so cold at first that she felt like she had walked into an ice cellar, but then she gradually warmed up.

Even though she was asleep, she was alert.

There was definitely something wrong with the current situation, so Yan An opened his eyes hard in his dream and woke up.

It was still dark and the rain had subsided. Some firewood was added to the fire nearby and Song Bojian was re-bandaging his wound.

Noticing that she had woken up, Song Bojian said, "Go to sleep. I'll call you if something happens."

These words were like a sleeping spell. Yan An closed her eyes again and sank into the dream that was slowly coming towards her.

In her dream, she wore a silver bracelet and was interrogated by two policemen.

There was no way to defend herself. No matter what she said, the two policemen kept saying how could such a coincidence happen in the world.

She said that sometimes her bad luck was miraculous, and the police officer said she was promoting superstitious ideas.

Helpless, Yan An cried out in grief and anger: "I'm not afraid of being torn to pieces, I just want to leave my innocence in this world."

The main focus is firmness.

But in reality, the person on my shoulder's head was twitching and he uttered a few words from time to time.

"Unjust...bad luck...broken bones...innocence..."

Seeing that her head was about to slide down, Song Bojian raised his hand to support it.

How did Song Bojian, who was sitting opposite me, get here?

He was also resting with his eyes closed when he smelled a burnt smell.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Yan An across from me almost with his head about to fall into the fire.

The hair has been set on fire.

If he hadn't been quick... he would have gone bald.

Then, to prevent anyone from going to the fire to keep warm, he sat down opposite.

The person leaning against the stone wall seemed to know where he felt comfortable, and he found his shoulder and leaned over.

……

At dawn, Song Bojian woke Yan An up.

Yan An's first dazed reaction was to look across, and when he saw that the person was gone, he suddenly stood up and looked outside.

Then one of them accidentally kicked something.

She looked down and met the eyes of Song Bojian, who was folding his arms.

Thinking of the slap she had given him before, and then the feeling of the kick he had just received.

Yan An pursed his light pink lips, "Boss, why are you here with me? Are you cold or have a fever?"

As she spoke, she was surprised at how hoarse her voice was.

She touched her throat and found no Adam's apple, then she touched her forehead.

It turned out that she was the one with a fever.

"It's time for us to go." Song Bojian stood up.

Yan An nodded and followed silently, hoping that all the human traffickers in the village had been handcuffed and taken away.

She now needs a pack of cold medicine and a bed.

The two walked out. Since it was no longer raining, the road was much easier to walk on than when they came.

Song Bojian seemed to have a navigation system, and he took every step accurately, almost returning to the original route.

Although Yan An felt dizzy, he didn't dare to fall behind at this time and tried hard to cheer himself up.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Song Bojian was deliberately slowing down his pace to accommodate her.

After realizing this, Yan An started to jog and stopped following behind, walking side by side with Song Bojian.

She didn't want to be a burden.

Walking to an open area, Yan An noticed a helicopter overhead.

Song Bojian stopped and waited for the helicopter to spot them, then he gestured upwards.

The helicopter slowly descended and lowered the ladder.

The ignorant Yan An looked up silently. If her guess was correct, this was someone coming to rescue them, but she was afraid of heights...

If she were to climb up like that, I couldn’t imagine how uncontrollable and weak her legs would be.

Suddenly something unexpected happened and a man covered in blood ran out of the woods.

While the man pointed his gun at Song Bojian, Song Bojian also pointed his gun at him, and the two confronted each other.

"Third brother? No... You're not the third brother!" The man's eyes were gloomy and he gritted his teeth, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Do you want to bet on whether my hands are faster or yours?" Song Bojian looked at the person opposite him with a faint tone.

Yan An: Could you please not point the gun at the male supporting actor?

As if he could hear her inner voice, Chen Baojun said viciously, "That woman, come here and be my hostage, or I will kill your man."

"Don't go." Song Bojian said coldly.

Yan An had already run over with his hands raised, and Chen Baojun's confident face, stained with blood, froze.

So happy to come here and be a hostage? You're crazy!

It's not a trick, right?!

Indeed, Yan An discovered that the switch that suppressed bad luck could not only be turned on, but also turned off.

Above the human trafficker was standing, there was a whole rock, which stood there in a very good shape, making it very suitable for falling down when bad luck came.