not with you

The sunset is colorful and the setting sun is like blood, reflecting the flowers all over the mountains and plains in Yuxie Valley. The breeze gently blows through the colorful flowers, and the waves in the sea of ​​flowers are undulating, with various postures and beauty.

Fei Fei stood in front of the window again, but he didn't see the poetic beauty outside the window, and his thoughts drifted away again.

The door behind him was opened, and a middle-aged man with a gentle face walked in, and immediately asked, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Fei Fei seemed to have never heard of it, and after a while he said slowly: "Who?"

The middle-aged man seemed to choke for a moment, and he also noticed his overly concerned tone, so he lowered his tone and said, "That gardener."

Extraordinary looked calm, "He didn't see me."

The middle-aged man frowned, but his tone was gentler and softer, although the words he said were not soft at all, "The servant of He Mansion was in the garden at that time, how could it be possible that he didn't see you? Maybe he didn't see clearly, But you don't have to risk it for someone like that."

Fei Fei remained silent for a long while.

The middle-aged man continued: "I think it's better to clean it up, why not tonight..."

Fei Fei suddenly interrupted his words: "He didn't see me."

The middle-aged man was stunned because he felt extraordinary unhappiness.Fei Fei never laughs or gets angry, he has almost no human emotions.But at this time, the middle-aged man felt his unhappiness.

There was a chill in the heart of the middle-aged man for no reason, and he coughed softly as if to cover up: "You must be tired, take a rest first. I won't bother you anymore."

The middle-aged man exited the room and gently closed the door.He walked listlessly through the promenade, and at the end of the promenade stood a man, as if he had stood there in ancient times, standing upright like a javelin, his deep and distinct facial features seemed to be carved out, and his facial features could not be seen Age, because even the wrinkles on his face looked so young and alive.

The middle-aged man looked at the man at the end of the corridor and said, "He won't say anything, and he's very upset and doesn't want to mention it."

The man at the end of the corridor said: "He can kill everyone in the world, but he can't kill him."

The middle-aged man said with a hint of coldness: "Why don't you find someone else to do this."

The man at the end of the corridor shook his head and said, "If you want to do this, why wait until today." With incomparable hatred, he said word by word: "I must let him kill Li Ping himself."

It was late at night, and the He's Villa, which had lost its owner, seemed particularly quiet.Due to the accidental death of the owner He Tao, the whole villa became chaotic. His wives and concubines were shocked and sad at first, but soon turned into a struggle for property.

After two days of making noise, several wives, concubines and servants ran away with their belongings, and their escape caused the people in the villa to fall into a strange silence before the final disintegration. At this time, He's Villa As if there was no one there, it looked particularly bleak in the moonless night.

In front of a dilapidated hut in the back garden of the villa, Li Ping finished his day's work as usual and walked into the house slowly.The room was very dark, Li Ping lit the oil lamp, his pale and haggard face was reflected in the dim light.

He slowly and expressionlessly sat down in front of the oil lamp.

In the entire villa, he was probably the only one who was completely free from worry and bewilderment. Yes, he hadn't thought about the future, because he didn't care much about what would happen in the future, and because he hadn't had a future for many years. .

The sky outside is desolate and desolate, and the people in the house are also desolate and desolate people.

Li Ping looked at the small oil lamp, but his thoughts involuntarily went back to the back garden that day. His face was covered with tears at some point, and he muttered to himself, "Xueer, Xueer, Xueer... ’ Over and over, he just said a name.

It is said that the past is like smoke, but some past events will not really disappear like clouds and smoke, they will always be engraved in my heart.

Lijia Village is a small village with less than [-] households. People in the village have lived a poor and peaceful life for generations.The richest person in Lijia Village is Li Yuanwai. Li Ping has been helping Li Yuanwai's family as a gardener and day laborer since three generations of his grandfather.Back then, in order to find a schoolmate for his young son, Li Yuanwai let Li Ping, whose parents had both died since childhood, also study in a private school for several years.Because of the private school in the past few years, he has also become the cheapest long-term employee of the Li family.

Every day, Li Ping always goes back from Li Yuanwai’s house in the evening. He has to go through a very dense forest and reach the end of the village. There is his home, the only thing left to him by his deceased parents, and the only thing he has. It belongs to his own little world, so even if he is a long-term worker of Li Yuanwai, he always insists on going back to his home every day.

But Li Ping went back too late today, it was almost the second watch.He hurriedly walked in the woods, thinking in his heart that he would go out within two hours after he got home and slept.Suddenly, a scream came from the depths of the woods, and Li Ping was taken aback. He has been walking through the woods alone since he was a child. It has been almost 20 years since he rarely met anyone, especially at night. But today...

Li Ping hesitated for a long time, and finally, with a hint of curiosity, he walked to the depths of the woods, where the screams came from.

It was dark at night, and there was a sickening smell of blood in the cold wind.Li Ping, who approached, was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him. A middle-aged man clutched his chest and fell into a pool of blood. His face was completely distorted. He didn't look like he was killed by some sharp blade at all, but more like he was scared to death by some ghost.

For Li Ping, who had never left the village all his life and had only seen villagers kill chickens at most, such a shock was not something he could bear at all. He only felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and his legs were so stiff that he could hardly bear it. Controlling, he finally used his last courage, screamed, turned around and ran away!

He ran home in one breath, and locked the door firmly, leaning against the door panel, panting heavily, motionless.After a while, Li Ping found a chair and sat down while stroking his chest that was still throbbing.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in a window of his dilapidated hut, which made Li Ping, who had just calmed down, jump up again, and softly called: "Who?"

He hesitated for a while, and the black shadow on the window remained motionless. In the stalemate between the two, Li Ping still mustered up the courage to push open the window sill.

In an instant, Li Ping was completely stunned, and the original panic on his face dissipated like the wind in an instant.

Outside the window, the night was silent and the moon was like a crooked hook. The bright moonlight was shining on that person's face. She was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in white like snow, with black hair hanging down her shoulders, eyes like stars, lips like pink, Petite, exquisite and charming.

Her big black eyes were silently staring at Li Ping, her eyes were indifferent and weird.

Li Ping, who was completely at a loss as to how to react, just stared at this mysteriously appearing girl for a long while, and then murmured in bewilderment, "You, who are you?"

The girl didn't answer, but just looked him up and down again, the expression in her eyes was as bewildered as Li Ping's at the beginning, and then she slowly lowered her head, as if thinking about something, but remained silent all the time.

Faced with such a seemingly evocative but weird scene, Li Ping was completely at a loss, but he asked again, "Are you lost? Do you want to come in and sit down?"

The girl was still silent, and she raised her head for a moment, the look in her eyes seemed a little confused, a little timid, and more of an indescribable weirdness.

The evening wind blew, and the girl's clothes were gently lifted, and suddenly she lowered her head again, turned around and floated away.Li Ping looked at her frail but fairy-like back, and he was a little crazy.

The afternoon sun was exceptionally beautiful and brilliant. In the garden of Li's house, Li Ping carefully watered each flower with a water bottle.A stout farmer came up behind him, and he patted Li Ping on the shoulder and said, "Have you heard that a foreigner died in the woods by the village a few days ago?"

Li Ping was stunned, and subconsciously shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, I don't know." He didn't know why he was unconscious and refused to avoid the strange thing that night.

The farmer asked strangely: "Don't you live near there?"

Li Ping still shook his head and didn't speak any more, and he couldn't explain his mood and strange encounter that day.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the farmer walked away alone.And behind what he couldn't see, Li Ping was completely dazed in his mind.

After a while, another middle-aged man came from the garden. He was holding a fat belly and holding a beautiful small teapot in his hand, and he was walking slowly. When he saw Li Ping holding the kettle in the garden, he , couldn't help but frowned, walked behind him, and coughed coldly.Li Ping was startled suddenly, turned around, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged man—Li Yuanwai said very displeasedly: "I'm fine, it's you who has trouble."

Li Ping lowered his head in bewilderment, and Li Yuanwai said: "What's the matter with you these days? Either you did something wrong, or you stood in a daze. If you don't want to do it, I won't force you. However, those years Private school fees, and..."

Li Ping hurriedly tried to explain clumsily, "No, no, no, I, I just..."

Li Yuanwai interrupted him, shook his hand impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, you can use snacks if you want to cook. The firewood in the kitchen is almost gone, go and chop some more."

Li Ping hurriedly nodded in agreement, immediately put aside his wild thoughts, picked up the hatchet and went out.