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The room was lit with incense, and behind the candles was a bed. The landlady was lying on the bed, covered by a white cloth.

Hu San'er knelt by the bed without saying a word.

She couldn't even shed tears.

With a creak, the door opened.

It's Yue Zilin.

"When is the burial?" she asked.

Hu San'er said hoarsely: "Three days later." She grabbed her clothes tightly, "What is the guest going to do?"

"Why am I going to do it?" Yue Zi asked.

She couldn't say the words of condolences and condolences when the man was gone.

Because when she was a teenager, she had already heard too much.

"If you don't want to do anything, you definitely won't put so much thought on me." Hu San'er said: "Can the guest tell me, is it because of me that the proprietress died?"

She already had an answer in her heart, but she asked for comfort.

"Yes." Yue Zilin said, "I reckon she heard or saw something that she shouldn't know."

Hu San'er closed her eyes and said mournfully, "She has always been a cautious person."

"Perhaps it has something to do with you, so she took the risk to hear it." Yue Zi lit the incense and bowed to the proprietress.

"Does the guest want to kill Najialan?"

Yue Zilin didn't answer directly, but said, "I think you want to."

"The proprietress treats me like a sister or a mother," Hu San'er didn't answer directly, "I don't want her to die in vain."

"Even if you die?"

Hu San'er nodded slowly.

Yue Zilin smiled faintly, "Come here."

After a while, Yue Zilin came out of the room, the black armored sergeant stared at her, as if frightened her, he lowered his head and ran away.

Yue Zilin gave her a knife, a knife that could stick tightly to the skin, as beautiful as a pattern, almost transparent.

The knife was poisoned.

……

Duan Changge came back at night again. When she came back, Yue Zilin propped his chin with his hand, feeling very bored.

"Where have you been?" Yue Zilin said, "Bring it here."

"what?"

"Osmanthus candy." She said, "Bring here."

Duan Changge had no choice but to take it out obediently, and couldn't help but said, "It's unreasonable for you to do this without illness."

Yue Zilin threw a candy bar at her.

"Don't let me bark, why tell me?" Duan Changge asked confidently.

Yuezi is angry.

"I've been wandering around the city for the past few days, and I found a three-living tree," Duan Changge said, "Many people worship there."

"Do you want to go there to pay homage to the deceased?"

Duan Changge nodded, "Yes."

"Alright, I'll go with you tomorrow." Yue Zilin said, "How about in the evening?"

"it is good."

Seeing her lonely expression, Duan Changge asked, "What's wrong?"

Yue Zilin said seriously: "Master Duan, you are a good person."

Duan Changge was about to drink tea, but now he couldn't finish it.

"Ok?"

After speaking, she went to sleep.

What do you mean she is a good person?

She is a good person, did Yue Zilin find out for the first time?

Duan Changge suddenly felt puzzled, and chased after him, "What do you mean someone is a good person?"

Yue Zilin sighed: "To be honest, it's the first time I've seen someone as stupid as you."

Duan Changge rubbed his bulging veins and said, "Why?"

"You are so stupid that people don't want to kill you." Yue Zilin lay on the bed, his eyes sparkling.

"you've been drinking?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

So this is drinking madness?

"You still want to kill me now?" Duan Changge asked again.

"Sometimes I want to kill, sometimes I don't," Yuezi said with a smile, "I can't bear it."

I have to admit that when she said she was reluctant, Duan Changge suddenly had an unknown feeling in his heart.

"Reluctantly." She repeated.

"Yeah, it's so hard to find someone so stupid that he doesn't need to think about it," she said.

Stupid enough not to bother?

In Yue Zilin's mind, Duan Changge was really curious about who she was.

"You don't have to worry about being with you," she lay on the bed, the light was dazzling, she covered her eyes with her hand, "Why are you so stupid?"

Soft and fluffy.

"You're drunk." Duan Changge said helplessly.

"I haven't." Yue Zilin said stubbornly.

"Drunk people never say they're drunk."

"I didn't," she murmured, "When I was 15 years old, I was raped by guests. At that time, I didn't shake my hands when I killed people with a knife. Today, I only had a few sips, so I can't get drunk."

Duan Changge was speechless, he blew on the lamp for a while, and said, "Go to sleep."

Yue Zilin consciously made room for her, and said, "No doubt, who is that old friend of yours?"

Duan Changge said: "She is an official prostitute."

"Is she beautiful?"

"I forgot." Duan Changge said, "I even forgot her name."

"I forgot," Yue Zilin said with a sneer, "Then why do you still have to worship?"

"But I always think there is such a person," Duan Changge said, "I have forgotten what she is like, but I remember what she said."

"what did she say?"

"She said, 'After I am a famous family, you have to treat me better.', she also said, 'Our family will make a comeback one day, and when the time comes, I will give you a different surname Wang Zuocuo.'."

Yue Zilin thought the words were familiar, but she didn't bother to think, "What an interesting girl."

"It's very special. You don't even dare to see blood, but you still have to pretend to be a battle-hardened person." Duan Changge said softly.

"The color is fierce and the inside is gentle," Yue Zilin said, "It's really interesting." She thought for a while, and then said: "The wine on the table is called Qiu Di, and it is soaked in Di flowers. It is said that after drinking it, the old man falls asleep, so you should also drink some. "

Duan Changge didn't say yes or no.

"Who do you want to dream about without illness?"

Yue Zilin was really drunk, she mumbled: "My mother."

Duan Changge's pouring hand trembled, then he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

She lay beside Yue Zilin, and soon fell asleep.

A peaceful night.

The old man never fell into a dream.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines of the little angel of Wen Ruo Cake Cake.