Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

Yan Heng woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, and he didn't know what he had dreamed of. His head was covered with cold sweat, someone's name was being called, and a tear came out of the corner of his eye.

When he woke up, he found that he was still pillowed on Xiao Xie's arm, and the two of them fell asleep together in this half-lying position, while Xiao Xie's palm was pressed against his back, slowly sending him internal strength, even falling asleep Do it subconsciously.

No wonder I slept better than usual this time.

Yan Heng carefully got up from Xiao Xie, but still startled him. Xiao Xie opened his eyes in bewilderment, and asked, "Are you awake? What time is it?"

"It's still early," Yan Heng said softly, "Thank you very much."

Xiao Xie yawned and blinked nonchalantly: "It's a little effort." Then she wanted to sit up.

Yan Heng stopped him and said, "It's okay, you can sleep here, or you will have nowhere to go. I'll ask someone to clean up a room for you tomorrow morning."

"Hmm." Xiao Xie then tilted his body, closed his eyes, and just lay on the bed, leaving no room for Yan Heng.

Yan Heng stared at him for a while, couldn't help laughing.He got up and put on his clothes, lit the candlestick on the table by the moonlight, and walked out of the house with it. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a tall and tough man standing quietly at the door, with his hands behind his back, hearing the sound He didn't look back, he still looked at the moonlight, his eyes were far away, and he asked softly, "Why did you get up?"

Yan Heng stared at him blankly for a moment, then rubbed his eyes.

"Feige?" He called softly, "You, are you back?"

"Ah."

"I'm back..."

Yan Heng murmured, looked over the man's shoulder, looked at the moonlight in the sky, and lowered his head again in a daze.

It's time to come back.

Fei Ge should know all about this period of time, right?Did you come back earlier to make him feel at ease?Except for the dead Miaowu, all the dead soldiers are by my side.As if returning to the days when nothing had happened, the landlord on the twelfth floor was surnamed Yan, not Yan Heng.He doesn't have to think about the next step all day long.

The dead man, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, still had a dusty aura on his body. He looked at his familiar young master calmly, and sensitively noticed something was wrong. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just can't sleep." Yan Heng fiddled with the gravel on the ground with his toes, looked back at the room, closed the door behind his back, hesitated for a while, and asked, "My mother, are you still asking about Yulou?" ?”

"exist."

Yan Heng bit his lip, showing a bit of embarrassment on a rare occasion. After a long silence, he whispered, "I want to see her."

Feige finally turned his head and glanced at him, his expression remained unchanged, and asked, "Now?"

"Now."

After a long silence, Feige said, "Okay."

Yan Heng walked forward sullenly, but was grabbed by Feige. He turned around and asked Feige with puzzled eyes. Feige frowned slightly and said, "There are too few clothes." He pointed to the inner room with his chin, "Go , add one and then come out."

"Oh." Yan Heng sighed.

He went in and rummaged for a long time, and found that the clothes in the closet seemed to have been washed and dried by the copper sparrow and hadn't been put back, so he had to pull off Xiaoxie's coat on the bed, hang it outside, and then told Ye Yin who didn't know where he was. He said, "No need to follow." Then he went out and followed Feige.

As soon as he walked forward, the little Xie in the room suddenly opened his eyes.

Xiao Xie sat up, listened carefully, and got out of bed. In the dark night, his eyesight seemed not to be obstructed at all. He walked around the tables and chairs without any sound of footsteps, opened the window, and turned out from the window soundlessly.

In the distance, Feige seemed to have noticed something, turned around suddenly, but only saw the leaves rustling in the wind, staring at it for a while, thinking that she was careless, and then continued to walk forward.

The two came to a remote small garden deep in the Wenyu Building. Two disciples from the twelfth floor were guarding the entrance of the small garden. Feige brought Yan Heng to the door, but he didn't go in. Instead, he patted him on the shoulder and said : "Come out at a glance, don't stay too long, don't think too much."

"En." Yan Heng nodded slightly.

Holding a candlestick, he walked slowly into the small garden alone.

The weeds here are barren, and the gravel road is covered with moss. It doesn't look like a popular person at all.The further you go in, the more desolate it seems.

At the end of the gravel road is a simple wooden house, which seems to have been built temporarily without much decoration. Standing here alone, it has a taste of the wilderness.

The flame of the candlestick swayed with the wind, Yan Heng seemed to have noticed something, turned around suddenly, and saw a woman in plain clothes standing under the tree and looking straight at him.

Yan Heng's lips trembled, and after a while, he only uttered a fragile syllable: "Mother..."

The woman stared at him distractedly, as if she wanted to stare him out of a hole, but before Yan Heng could react, she suddenly yelled frantically, grabbed her hair in a circle, and then ran behind the tree Hidden, grabbed the fine sand and stones on the ground and threw them in Yan Heng's direction desperately, shouting while throwing:

"Go away, go away, you devil! Devil——!! Why don't you die?! Go to death, go to death——!"

Yan Heng was not surprised by her reaction, but it was unavoidably sad, and he didn't know how to calm the woman down.

"Mother, it's me, I'm Fang Han..." He blocked the stones thrown by the woman with his sleeves, tried his best to take two steps forward, but was greeted with even more fearful screams from the woman.

Yan Heng said his name over and over again, trying to evoke that person's memory, but instead of being sober, his biological mother said something even more hurtful: "Yan...Yan Fanghan!! You are a lone star! Murderer!! You shouldn’t have come to this world——!”

The wind was too strong for a while, and finally extinguished the candle flame.

Sure enough, it was like this, he knew it was like this.Yan Heng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly.

He didn't want to block those smashing things anymore, he threw them to hit himself, and tried his best to step back with a sullen face:

"Mother, Fang Han is not filial, I will come to see you later... Take care of yourself..."

Yan Heng turned around and walked away without staying for a moment.

At the beginning, he walked slowly, and behind him was a woman who kept yelling and scolding.Gradually, he quickened his pace and started to run bit by bit. He ran faster and faster, as if he had gone crazy, and he didn't even care about the road. The candlestick in his hand was useless long ago, but he still held it tightly In his hand, moss was all over the road, and Yan Heng slipped without paying attention, and threw himself forward.

He wanted to fall hard, so he simply closed his eyes.

But the longing pain did not come, Yan Heng fell into a body with a very high temperature, the candlestick in his hand fell off, and he rolled along the bumpy road until he hit a tree, swayed a few times, and stopped. down.

Yan Heng's emotions that had been suppressed for a long time surged up almost all at once, and he hugged the visitor tightly, crying in his voice, "Feige..."

But there was a dissatisfied "tsk" from the top of the head: "What are you screaming, see who kindly extended a helping hand to you."

Yan Heng's back froze immediately, he quickly wiped away his tears with his hand, pushed the other person away, and said in a low voice, "Qinggong is amazing, isn't it, do you think my twelfth floor is your home?"

"That's right, it's amazing, the whole city of Luo is my home."

Facing Yan Heng who was embarrassed and angry, Xiao Xie seemed to know that he didn't want to see people, so he didn't stay on his face for too long. She pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and took a few steps to pick up the poor candlestick.

He wiped the mud on his sleeve with his sleeve, and took out a torch.

Yan Heng suddenly grabbed his hand: "Don't click."

Xiao Xie paused with his hand, shook out the fire, and threw away the poor candlestick.His face was expressionless, but he muttered in his heart: Feige?Hmph, is Yan Heng really on good terms with those dead men?On weekdays, he was so strong that he was dying, and he would pretend to be calm in front of others when he vomited blood. Didn't he expect to be so useless in front of his own people?What is Feige? You can admit your mistake by being so far behind me?

Xiao Xie annoyed Yan Heng for a while for no reason, then sneaked a look at him under the moonlight, and saw that his face, which was already in a bad mood, was even paler now, and the inexplicable annoyance just now disappeared, and he thought again: Okay, Not wimpy either.It's cuter to cry when you want to cry and laugh when you want to laugh. Usually, it really makes people want to tear off his mask.But why didn't he cry when I came out?Anyway, he is so familiar, and still hides so many secrets.

——Xiao Xie, who thinks this way, doesn't feel how thick-skinned and double-standard he is at all. He clearly hides things himself, but he hopes that the other party will confide in him.

He even didn't realize that he, who has always been indifferent to other people's affairs, would one day hope that someone would confide in him.

However, it was rumored that Yan Heng killed his father with his own hands. Didn't it say that he also had a crazy mother?

Xiao Xie was so curious that he was going crazy, he looked at Yan Heng frequently, Yan Heng gradually woke up from his emotions, and returned to his desolate appearance, with murderous intent in his eyes, he glared at Xiao Xie: "How much did you hear just now?"

After being stared at by him, Xiao Xie immediately turned his eyes away, pretending not to care: "Not much, just a few words back and forth, very boring."

Yan Heng looked at him coldly.

Xiao Xie said: "Hey, speaking of which, did you really kill your father?"

Yan Heng said with a deep smile: "I'm asking this, did you know me on the first day? Or, you haven't had the chance to experience my vicious methods for yourself?"

If it were another person, he would probably have been terrified by Yan Heng's stare, but Xiao Xie was not afraid at all, and even reached out to touch Yan Heng's face.

Yan Heng was taken aback by his sudden movement: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Xie was also stunned by his involuntary reaction. In fact, he just suddenly thought of Yan Heng's words, Fang Han, who looks like a girl and looks like a girl. With this appearance, even if she pretends to be pitiful Others can also buy it, but they put on a fierce and domineering look, their body is so weak, but others don't seem to understand what weakness is.This contrast confused Xiao Xie, so when Yan Heng glared at him, he couldn't help but want to pinch his face, and he did.

Now that he came back to his senses, he hurriedly said: "There is something dirty on your face."

Yan Heng didn't doubt that there was him, but said coldly: "You don't need to meddle in your own business."

After finishing speaking, he left Xiao Xie behind, turned around and left.

Xiao Xie didn't catch up, and Yan Heng didn't look back. He walked all the way to the gate of Xiaoyuan, passing Feige without stopping, and only said: "Let's go."

Feige didn't say much, just followed silently.

The two walked for a while without a word, and Yan Heng finally slowed down gradually.

Feige suddenly said: "I heard from Tongque that you promoted a young man from my building."

Yan Heng's steps were a little slow, and he let out a disgruntled "hmm".

Feige exposed his lie in the next moment: "I asked if there is no such person in Yulou."

Although Feige was not in Luocheng a few days ago, he really knew everything about this side clearly.Yan Heng stopped and sighed: "It's a refugee from Tongguan. He wanted to get rid of his identity, so he voted for the twelfth floor. I saw that he was good at using a sword and his character was passable, so I stayed. Lie Tongque It's because...you know her."

Feige said, "When will a refugee's character be acceptable?"

Yan Heng was speechless for a while, and said: "I thought so too at first, but he is indeed different from those people. There are always exceptions. Maybe he was the first group of people who went into exile. Those who can come here are those who used to have a good family.”

Feige is noncommittal.Yan Heng said: "I have sent people to Tongguan to investigate. If he is really clean, I think he can be promoted. After Miaowu left, there will be vacancies on the twelfth floor. We are in the middle of employing people. There is always a shortage of experts. Let you and Tongque Liushang be busy running around."

Feige said: "Tongguan is on the one hand, there is also someone to investigate on Cangya Mountain. I heard what happened to him that day. Cangya's swordsmanship is not easy to learn, and everything must be clarified before employing him."

"Yes, you are still careful." Yan Heng said, "But he never hides this, so I think..."

"Don't take it lightly." Feige interrupted him, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder, "Xiao Heng, remember, the only person you can trust is yourself, and no one else can be completely trusted, including..." He lowered his Voice, "Including the Bronze Sparrow."

Yan Heng was taken aback, and then reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Is it fair to include you?"

Feige said, "Yes, including me."

Yan Heng sighed helplessly.On the one hand, he knows that Feige has this kind of temperament, so cold and hard on the surface, in fact, he cares about him the most in his heart.But on the other hand, he felt that Feige was talking angry because... Feige belonged to his father, and he and Yan Shouwei might have been the most trusting masters and servants in the world, but after that incident...

Doesn't Fei Ge really blame him or hate him?

Yan Heng quietly looked at Feige, trying to find traces on his face, but Feige had already turned over that and was seriously thinking about the next thing. He said to Yan Heng: "Counting the days, the distance from you The last time I used witch hazel was...Xiao Heng, it's about time..."

Yan Heng suddenly patted the hand on his shoulder away: "No."

Rao Shifeige was also taken aback, but soon Feige understood what was going on: "Did Madam Yu say anything today?"

Yan Heng lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Feige frowned and said, "Xiaoheng, your body is the most important thing, you know, if you don't hurry...you will die, do you want to play with your own life?"

Yan Heng turned his back stiffly: "My own body is clear, I won't die for a while, don't worry. I will remember this, so don't rush. Alright, I'm going back to the room to rest."