Tomb Raider: February Red

Zhixue was pushed to the ground, and rubbed his hands hard on the ground. The fine mud and sand scratched his palms and made them bleed. The current situation did not allow him to cry out in pain at all. He stood up and quickly ran after the crowd.

Alarms were sounding all over the city, probably some kind of accident. However, there seemed to be something wrong with this building, so he still didn't have time to think about it.

Running behind the main group, there were so many people that Zhixue had difficulty breathing. Fortunately, his physical strength was still good. After running for so long, his throat was very dry and he had to hold on to the wall to catch his breath.

Er Yuehong came out from the street on the side. He was good at kung fu and could pass through the crowd easily. He would not go to Zhang Qishan's house. The most important thing for him now was to return to the Hong Mansion as soon as possible.

For some reason, all the planes in the sky were heading in another direction, which seemed to be the direction of the mine outside the city. Er Yuehong looked carefully and found that it was indeed the direction of the mine.

The departure of the plane gave them a breath of relief, and the crowd on the street entered the air-raid shelter in an orderly manner after Zhang Qishan’s troops evacuated. Only a few people were left on the street.

Zhang Rishan ran into Er Yuehong and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Second Master, why are you here?"

Zhang Rishan thought he had returned to the Hong Mansion. Er Yuehong even wanted to roll his eyes at him when he heard this. If it wasn't for his Buddha coming to ask him to come to the mansion to discuss something, how could he be here!

Maybe Zhang Rishan had thought of this too. He was speechless for a moment and called a few soldiers over. “Escort the Second Master home!”

Er Yuehong raised his hand and said, "Forget it. Send someone to take the people in for shelter. I have other people following me."

It was at this moment that Zhixue was pushed out. She staggered and held on to the wall. She coughed a few times. It seemed as if there was mud and sand in her throat, making it hoarse and painful.

Er Yuehong looked over and saw the young man wearing pure white clothes that were stained with black and gray. His attire was very out of tune with the people around him. Er Yuehong frowned.

There were also scratches on the delicate face, and the bright red wounds hinted at the owner's current miserable appearance. Zhixue raised her hand and bit her lips. It hurt so much!

With tears in his eyes, what was going on? He raised his head and saw Er Yuehong and Zhang Rishan not far away. Zhixue opened his mouth in shock, wondering if he was seeing things!

Zhixue looked around in panic. The people were all wearing coarse linen clothes and black cloth shoes, and some were even straw sandals. This idea was buzzing in Zhixue's mind. She looked at Er Yuehong with tears in her eyes, seeming a little aggrieved.

"Second Master?" Zhang Rishan of course saw the young man as well. He was puzzled but more alert. Such a young master had never been seen in Changsha City. He looked like a rich young man who was ignorant of the world. No one knew which family he came from to Changsha.

He had never seen what he was wearing before. It was more Western style and looked like clothes from abroad.

As they were looking at each other, the house next to Zhixue could no longer withstand the support and was about to collapse to the ground. There was a loud noise and Zhixue looked up, his pupils constricted. He didn't even have the strength to run. His legs and feet were weak and he held his head with his hands. Er Yuehong's eyes constricted and he flew over to carry the person away. At that moment, the house that could no longer be supported collapsed to the ground and the person in his arms trembled.

"Second Master, are you okay?" Zhang Rishan hurried forward to check. He didn't expect Er Yuehong to come forward to save him. Er Yuehong waved his hand and replied gently in a delicate and gentle voice, "Nothing."

Zhang Rishan breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could say anything more, Zhang Qishan also rushed over. Zhang Rishan called out, "Master Buddha, why are you here!"

Zhang Qishan's face was heavy. "Rishan, how is it going here? Have the people been settled?"

Zhixue looked up at the sound, and the thoughts circulating in her mind were, Master Buddha? Rishan?

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the person who saved him. His face was reflected in his eyes. He was wearing a crabapple red gown. He supported his body with both hands. Their eyes met. This moment seemed like a collision of two time and space, and a glance that lasted for a thousand years.

Zhixue could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and let them fall from his eyes and flow down his cheeks. The feeling of grievance made him not want to think about anything else. He just wanted the person in front of him to coax him and comfort him.

This is his favorite Er Yuehong from the Tomb Raiders: The Mystic Nine! This is his favorite Er Yuehong!

It was the gentle and affectionate Er Yuehong! He could no longer hold back and threw himself forward, hugging Er Yuehong tightly around his waist with both hands. His silent crying soaked his long gown, and Er Yuehong's chest was wet. "Er Yuehong..."

Er Yuehong was at a loss. He should have pulled him away, but he didn't want to do that. The person in front of him seemed to know him, and the look on his face when he looked at him was full of aggrievedness, as if he had met the person who made him feel most at ease, which was why he showed his emotions like that.

Er Yuehong was very sure that this was the first time he met him, so how could he know him?

There were many mysteries, especially during this period, Er Yuehong couldn't let him go alone, so he reached out and patted him on the back, "Are you scared? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

As soon as these words came out, Zhixue burst into tears and stretched out her hand to show him, "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Er Yuehong: “…”

Zhang Qishan: “…” Someone from the Second Master’s family?

Zhang Rishan had a strange expression on his face. Second Master didn’t seem to know him just now. Could he really be Second Master’s kid?

Otherwise, who in Changsha City would dare to be so rude to the Second Master? The Second Master seemed gentle and had no temper, but in fact, he was very decisive and swift. He kept a strict watch on the Hong family's trading, and no one dared to take advantage of him.

This kid looks like he is very close to the Second Master. He looks aggrieved and even dares to pounce on him, complain to him, and act like a spoiled child!

Zhang Rishan felt that it was too much to bear, "..."

Zhixue was out of breath from crying, and had some difficulty breathing. Erye's arms were fragrant! The tips of his ears turned red. Er Yuehong stroked his back and sighed, "Don't cry, you're almost dying..." The helpless voice fell into Zhixue's ears, a little embarrassed, but he couldn't control himself.

He originally just wanted to come and see the scenery of Changsha, eat some delicious food, and see if Changsha was as prosperous and lively as Er Yuehong had imagined. Who knew that he would encounter an air bombing as soon as he arrived, and had to flee, falling down countless times. His body is now covered with scratches. Zhixue, who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, had never encountered such an emergency.

When you meet someone you like, you will definitely cry and complain out of grievance!

But then again, am I not dreaming?

Zhixue felt more and more that this was a dream, so she couldn't help but pinch her arm, "Hiss... It hurts!"

How could it hurt in a dream? Could it be that he traveled through time? And he traveled through a book!

Er Yuehong couldn't help laughing and rubbed his arm. "Why are you pinching yourself?" Doesn't it hurt? Are you scared?

Zhixue's face turned red. She did something stupid in front of her male god and almost cried. Her eyes were still misty. She pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother, I just thought I was dreaming..." I was afraid that you would disappear when I woke up.

What’s even more scary is that this is real and I can never go back.

Er Yuehong paused. The voice of the person in his arms was soft, and sounded clear and pleasant. Although it was hoarse and embarrassed at the moment, in his opinion, this was a good seedling for singing. He was thinking in his heart, take him back, take him back!

There was a dimness in his eyes; he had sent this himself.

"Would you like to come back to the Red Mansion with me?"

Zhixue nodded, "I do." If he didn't go back with Er Yuehong, where would he go? He didn't dare to go to other people's places. He didn't dare to touch porcelain with other people from the Nine Gates.

Zhang Qishan's eyes flashed, "Second Master, is this someone from your family?"

Er Yuehong turned around and said, "It's mine. I just came back from abroad."