I'm not unlucky at all

The carriage rushed to a county called Mulin County before sunset.

Shen Wang left the carriage at the chariot and horse shop, and wandered around the county together with Song Xing.

Compared with the towns we passed by before, this small county called Mulin County is obviously much richer.

The two found an inn to rest together, ordered a few dishes and a pot of tea, sat in the lobby and listened to the eloquent storyteller in front of the screen talking about the county magistrate Li, who received orders from his superiors to issue a hunting order throughout the county, To hunt down the Jiangyang thief who escaped from prison, Shen Butou was ordered to hunt down and patrol, and then fought with Jiangyang thief for three days and three nights, and finally captured the heroic deeds of the thief alive.

Shen Wang listened to the storyteller boasting about the police chief surnamed Shen to the sky, drank a sip of hot tea and said: "That kid is very successful here."

Song Xing said: "Shen Yao really has real skills."

Hearing this, Shen Wang felt sore in his heart, he held the vinegar jar and didn't let go, deliberately snorted a few times to attract Song Xing's attention.

Song Xing smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice: "But no matter what Shen Yao is, he is not as good as my Hero Shen, isn't he? Xiaosheng was able to come to Mulin County safely all the way, thanks to Hero Shen for saving his life many times."

The corners of Shen Wang's lips curled up slightly, the vinegar sloshing in his heart turned into icing sugar, his brows and eyes were full of joy.

After they finished eating in the lobby, they asked the shopkeeper for a room.

Once they put the burden in the room, they followed the location of the county government that they had inquired about from the waiter in the shop.

The yamen servants in Mulin County are different from those in Sifang Town. Just standing in front of the door reveals the fierceness of ordinary people.

In Shen Wang's words, these policemen have seen blood, and they have more or less lives in their hands.

Speaking of which, it was not a coincidence that Song Xing and Shen Wang came to Mulin County. After Jiang Yang's bandit was arrested, Shen Yao accompanied Li Sanyi to Fucheng.

The Jiangyang bandit has some background, and arresting him is a great achievement. If he is right, Li Sanyi may need to go to Beijing for an interview with him. It will take a long time to come and go.

In this way, I am afraid that it will be hard to see the old friend.

There was some loss and regret in Shen Wang's eyes, but he quickly covered the emotion in his eyes after looking at Song Xing.

After all, the two of them didn't stay in Mulin County any longer. After three days, they decided not to continue going south, but to go back.

When I returned to Sifang Town, it was already winter, and it was freezing cold, and the snow had fallen layer after layer, and it was as soft as cotton when I stepped on it.

Shen Wang was in poor health, he would cough continuously at night, and his limbs were cold.

Song Xing was afraid that he would cough badly, so he set up a stove in the house and stewed pear soup on it.

Throughout the day, the fire in the stove never stopped, and when Shen Wang coughed, he was fed.

Shen Wang felt sorry for Song Xing who made him sleep badly in the middle of the night, and only said that he would sleep in a separate room.

Song Xing said to him: "If you go to another house, never enter this house again."

Shen Wang said: "Little master, don't do this."

Song Xing rubbed her eyes, her eye sockets were slightly red, she pursed her lips tightly, and looked at him without speaking.

Shen Wang only felt that his heart was going to die of pain, and he thought it would be better if he died of illness tomorrow to save the burden, but he was afraid that if he left, no one would be able to protect his little wife wholeheartedly in the future.

After the whole winter passed, Song Xing lost weight visibly with the naked eye, and Shen Wangji never fell ill again.

Years later, Song Xing received a letter from Shen Yao from Beijing, saying that Li Sanyi's performance in Mulin County was rated as good, and he was valued by the emperor because of his meritorious service in arresting Jiangyang robbers. The position was directly promoted to three levels, and now he has become a fourth-rank Beijing official, a close minister of the emperor.

Shen Wang also read the letter, and said with a smile: "You little book boy, you are also a person with great fortune now."

The corners of Song Xing's lips curved slightly.

This is indeed a happy thing.

After the beginning of spring, the weather improved a lot, and the two of them didn't go far any more. They only wandered around the places with good mountains and rivers, and when they were tired, they went back to the villa for a while, and so on.

Shen Wang learned to farm from the farmers in the village. He moved the small vegetable bed that Song Xing opened in the yard to the courtyard of the villa. After practicing boxing and kicking every day, he accompanied Song Xing to tidy up the vegetables. Land, watering, catching insects and fertilizing, slowly from raw to cooked.

The two people in their 20s seem to have entered the twilight period ahead of schedule. They spend their days planting fields and looking at the scenery.

But when they came back to the house at night, the two of them rolled in the nest, their bodies were close to each other, their hearts were pounding, and they looked like the young boy who was excited at the beginning.

Another day, Song Xing was squatting on the ground with a wooden ladle to water the little green vegetables.

030 suddenly popped up and said, "Xiao, the system prompts that the current loneliness value of Destiny Child is 7, and the task is almost completed."

Song Xing was taken aback by the watering action, and the water in the wooden ladle splashed on the shoe surface, soaking it immediately.

Shen Wang walked over after practicing boxing, saw this scene, frowned and blamed: "Why are you so careless?"

Song Xing shook his head, poured the remaining water and grass in the wooden scoop into the soil, and said, "I'll go back to the house and change my shoes."

"Go." Shen Wang leaned over to kiss him, skillfully and naturally took the wooden ladle in his hand, scooped water from the wooden bucket and sprinkled it on the ground.

Song Xing started and walked two steps towards the door, then stopped.

Shen Wang heard the voice, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Xing was standing not far from him, and suddenly asked: "Shen Wang, do you think there is anything in this life that you regret?"

Shen Wang was stunned for a moment, some emotion flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Why do you ask this?"

Song Xing said, "I'm a little curious."

Shen Wang heard this answer, put down the wooden ladle, and said casually: "There are many regrets."

Song Xing said, "For example?"

"For example, I can't live with you for too long?" Shen Wang quietly looked at Song Xing with his side face bathed in the sunlight.

Song Xing lowered her eyes and said, "But I will always be with you."

Shen Wang's heart was moved, his lips could not help but curl up, and suddenly said as if recalling: "Little Master, there is something I haven't told you...Actually, the first time we met was not at the place that sells candied haws."

Song Xing said, "I know."

Shen Wang suddenly raised his eyes, but his eyelashes suddenly darkened.

Song Xing raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said softly, "Shen Wang, you don't need to say anything, I've always known it."

That night, the man broke into his house like a thief and shredded one of his underwear.

That was the beginning of their fate.

In October, Shen Wang fell ill and went crazy like he didn't recognize anyone, drew his sword and cut anyone he saw.

Song Xing was in the same room with him at that time, and the back of his hand was cut directly by the mad man, which was a sword mark with deep bones.

Later, the magistrate of the magistrate uncle came to stop him, so he stopped the mad man and gave him the elixir that Cheng Haoxia had given him before.

After Shen Wang woke up, he didn't see Song Xing for a long time.

He asked the people around him where his little wife had gone.

The people around said: "Oh, Mr. Song, he has gone to Beijing. It is said that Mr. Song's sister is pregnant again. The fetus is not stable this time, and I feel uneasy. When I think of Mr. Song's brother, I am called Shouted to Jingli."

Shen Wang was dubious, but helplessly, he was seriously ill and could only lie on the bed, unable to go anywhere, and had no way of finding out the truth.

It was already November when Song Xing "returned" to the villa.

There was an extra scar on the back of his hand, Shen Wang saw it at a glance, and asked hoarsely, "Who did this?"

Song Xing said: "When I was cooking for my sister in Beijing, I accidentally slipped my hand and rubbed it with a knife. Don't worry."

Shen Wang's eyes were full of disbelief.

The corners of Song Xing's lips were lightly pursed, with a calm expression on his face.

In this way, another two years passed, and Shen Wang fell ill again in the middle, and used up the last pill. Seeing that time was running out, every day was a struggle for fate.

In the past few years, it's not that Li Chenghaoxia and others have tried to exchange things for the life extension pill in the hands of the children of the royal family. It's just that this thing is precious, but they haven't been able to exchange it for one.

In the spring of the third year, the Day of Waking of Insects.

Song Xing leaned against the side of the bed, holding a scroll in his hand.

Shen Wang rested his head on his neck, rested with half-closed eyes, only occasionally coughing a few times.

After turning over three pages of the scroll, Song Xing lowered his eyes, only to hear the system in his mind ding:

"The current loneliness value of Destiny's Child is 1. Victory is just around the corner. Please make persistent efforts to the host."

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, the scroll fell from his hand, and hit the ground with some seriousness.

Shen Wang slowly opened his eyes, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Song Xing said it was all right, but the book fell on the ground, and then bent down to pick it up.

A few days later, Shen Wang suddenly asked Song Xing after drinking the medicine one day: "Little master, if I'm not here tomorrow, what will you do?"

Song Xing looked up and said, "Eat, grow vegetables, and sleep."

Shen Wangle was lost, and asked him, "Don't miss me?"

Song Xing said, "I don't want to."

Shen Wang also said: "That's good."

After a while, Shen Wang turned around again, gently pinched Song Xing's face with his fingers, and said unwillingly, "Little Master, I love you the most."

Song Xing was startled, and leaned over to kiss the man's lips, but didn't say anything.

On the second night after this conversation, Shen Wang left without warning.

He was lying on the bed, neither ill nor mad, his expression was peaceful, but his complexion was a little paler.

030 cried until he was in the dark, and only said that the task was not completed until the last point, and that after the life of the host in this world ended, they would part ways.

Song Xing was not too surprised, just got up as usual, had lunch, and then watered the vegetable field.

Before night fell, Song Xing returned to the house.

Shen Wang still lay motionless on the bed.

"I ate, and the vegetables in the vegetable field have been watered, and I can harvest them tomorrow." Song Xing took off his coat and got on the couch, lying beside the man, and said slowly, "Sleep with you now, okay?" good?"

"Hero Shen, I love you the most too."

Song Xing slowly closed his eyes.

"Ding——" Suddenly, the ear-piercing system notification sounded, and 030 said in a cold voice that was extremely inconsistent with the usual, "The solitude value of the mission target is cleared, the mission is completed, and the next world is traveling, please host well." Prepare."

world transformation.

In S City, the dark sky was pouring down with heavy rain, and thunder was roaring.

The indifferent man in a black suit covered his waist and abdomen, and looked down at the shivering little milk cat on the ground, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold tone: "It's so pitiful, you are going to die too."