Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

The living dead gathered around the city wall, and the people in the city were terrified. The panic lasted for three whole days, but they didn't expect the dead bodies to disperse like this.

Outside the bamboo forest, on the Wannai River, a small boat was shaking on the surface of the river. There were all dead bodies at the bottom of the river, but none of them stepped forward to attack.The swordsman was dressed in white clothes, which seemed to be newly changed. Zhao Buxiu lay on the bow of the boat, glanced at him, and asked, "Where did you get your clothes?"

Xie Chenjian said, "I borrowed it from someone."

Zhao Buxi didn't speak, and didn't look away. The swordsman paused, and then said, "Ask someone for it."

Zhao Buxiu smiled, Xie Chenjian let go of the oars, walked to Zhao Buxiu and sat down.The boat shook, and Zhao Buxiu subconsciously grabbed Xie Chenjian's sleeve, and heard the swordsman whisper: "The clothes were snatched from others."

Zhao Buxiu didn't expect Xie Chenjian to have this side, so he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You look good in white."

Xie Chenjian's eyebrows moved slightly, and Zhao Buxiu changed his posture. He turned sideways and curled up with his back, as if he was nestling in the swordsman's arms.Three days later, he was in a better mood. That day the swordsman caught him outside the city wall. Zhao Buxi only said to him, I have no home, and passed out.After waking up, he was also foolish and foolish. Xie Chenjian was worried that he would always be like this, but he didn't expect Zhao Buxiu to recover faster than he thought.

"How long before we dock?"

"It won't be long." Xie Chenjian touched his cheek with his hand, and he said, "Let's go to Pingnan, and no one can take care of us there."

Zhao Buxiu closed his eyes, the boat shook, but his heart calmed down.The swordsman could feel his emotions, he moved his face closer, they were so close, Zhao Buxiu said: "I don't want to go back again."

After hearing this, Xie Chenjian said, "I'll be with you."

The swordsman stretched out his arms to hug Zhao Buxi, and pressed his palm on his thin back. He could feel several bones clearly. He felt sore, and heard Zhao Buxi whisper softly, "Fortunately, there is still you."

There was a wind blowing, and the water surface was rippling. Zhao Buxiu couldn't sleep. He went into the arms of the swordsman. The two of them seemed to be one. They were the loneliest in the world, but they were accompanied by someone.Xie Chenjian rubbed Zhao Buxiu even tighter.

The boat left the shore and arrived in Pingnan. As expected, there were dead bodies all over the ground, but when they saw them, they all hid themselves as if they had encountered a plague god.The forest was clean all of a sudden, Xie Chenjian and Zhao Buxiu walked forward, in front of them was an empty city, and the writing on the city wall was dilapidated and unclear.Xie Chenjian raised his head and told Zhao Buxiu to wait a moment, then he jumped lightly with his feet on the ground, flew up the city wall, held the railing in one hand, and held a sword in the other, and carved the word "Buxiu" on the wall.

After he came down, he walked up to Zhao Buxi and said to him, "This will be our home from now on."

Zhao Buxi's eye sockets were moist, he wiped his eyes vigorously, and his hand was gently held by the swordsman.He raised his head and looked at Xie Chenjian. The swordsman wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Buxi, everything in this world is good and bad, you just need to remember all the good things. Forget the unpleasant things, I will be with you in the days to come."