prison song

"Are you crazy?"

"I do not have."

【Jiao Hai】

Yan Qing trotted over carrying a delicate small iron pot the size of a palm. He was wearing a goose-yellow shirt today. When Mrs. Yan was in the Western Regions, she paid special attention to this unique color of cloth. After buying it, she changed it to The clothes on Yan Qing's body.

He put his feet on the iron pot first, then jumped up and sat down on the bench. He carefully pulled over the brocade bag on the table and opened the pile of ink sticks on it.

He took out two pieces and put them on the inkstone, and clumsily lifted the iron pot to pour some hot water. The printed ink sticks melted quickly, just like the candy lumps Mrs. Yan brought before, with a unique fragrance.

Because there was no grinding ink, I had to mix it with my hands, but the water was so hot that Yan Qing almost grinned.

These stationery utensils were bought by myself for three months. Mrs. Yan always likes to find all kinds of "memorial days" she set to give Yan Qing things, so as to make up for the fact that she sometimes can't be with him.

Although Yan Qing looks indifferent every time, he actually likes it very much. Every time they leave, he will secretly pick it up and enjoy it.

For example, the ink sticks that I gave this time have a strong aroma, and I can't put it down.

While stirring with his hands, the ink splashed everywhere, and Yan Qing suddenly turned into a cat.

"Oh, look at you like this."

Mrs. Yan walked in, closed the door, and at some point changed into a small foreign dress, the smudge in the shape of a rose came alive, she smiled and walked to Yan Qing's side.

Yan Qing was a little embarrassed, did not turn his head, pouted and said, "Didn't you guys go out?"

Madam Yan stepped on the small leather shoes and made a crisp sound when she walked. Madam Yan hugged Yan Qing with her arms around her and kissed his forehead with her head down.

"What's wrong?"

Before Yan Qing could raise his head, he saw a drop of blood dripping on his rice paper, which merged with the thick black ink, forming a strange plum-black color.

Looking up, the pupils instantly narrowed.

"Shh, don't talk, don't look."

Madam Yan covered his eyes with her hand, pulled a silk ribbon from the middle of the white glove, and tied it on him.

Madam Yan's hair drooped, and she leaned close to Yan Qing and whispered, "Can you stay here for a while? If I don't come to pick you up, no one is allowed to open the door if you knock. I have the key. At night I will If you haven’t come back, jump out of the window and go east, and fishermen will come to pick you up.”

"I don't want it! What's wrong with you? Where's my father!" Yan Qing roared.

"Yan Qing has to learn to be strong in the future, and it's not enough just to be superficial." These are the last words Mrs. Yan left for Yan Qing.

"Mother!" Yan Qing yelled, pulled the ribbon over his eyes and ran out, but the door was locked and he couldn't open it. He suddenly thought of jumping out of the window, but when he turned around, he found that the window was also locked. Gently cover it, and then lock it.

There was nothing he could do with his current ability, he just stared at the window blankly.

Suddenly seeing a figure standing in the middle of the window, Yan Qing felt trembling in his heart, and hurriedly crouched under the table with his head in his arms. It was a shadow he had never seen before, and it was no one. It was like a ghost wandering around at night. The fangs that come out will break the child's neck in one fell swoop.

Yan Qing's feet were numb, so he could only sit on the ground to rest for a while, looking around, he was surrounded by familiar things, and the light outside turned into lavender, shining on the ground.

Whenever the panic in my heart reaches the highest point, I don't know why, it will be suppressed by something and turn calm.

At the beginning, the corners of the mouth were stiff, and then the limbs were cold. Yan Qing crawled out from under the table, and then his whole body trembled.

When the cold hits the whole body, people will make a unique reaction, no longer trying to get warmth from the body, but feel the whole body is hot, like a fire, and the feeling of burning will spread to every corner of the body .

People will then continue to unload their clothes until they are swallowed up by the ice and snow deception.

Yan Qing was lying on the ground, his whole body bowed, his lips were cyanotic, and his head was shaking constantly. He took off his clothes, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at the bottle on the cabinet, trying to get closer.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes involuntarily, and his mouth opened wide.

Half an hour later, the sky turned dark purple, the tears beside Yan Qing's face turned into shimmering salt frost, his hand was holding the ink in the iron pot unsteadily, the wooden door in front of him had been directly smashed, and the air There are also a small amount of sawdust flying around.

The last arrow shot at Mrs. Yan's right eye, and she fell straight to the ground.

Yan Qing didn't respond at all, but walked over slowly. The corpse lying next to him was Yan Zheng.

Walking up to Madam Yan, looking down at her, her mouth was still opening and closing.

Yan Qing lifted the inkstone and poured it down, Mrs. Yan's face was instantly doused with ink, Yan Qing kicked off her skirt, it turned out that she hadn't changed her skirt at all.

There were countless blood holes embedded in her legs, and the flowing blood stained the plain white dress red.

Yan Qing showed disgust, and filled the blood hole with ink.

"What? You're not their own?" A person in the distance was still holding a crossbow in his hand, and the other hand touched the lips exposed under the black veil.

Yan Qing raised his head, with a smile on his face, without the slightest gleam in his eyes, he tilted his head and said.

"What are you talking about? It's disgusting."

The man came over and grabbed Yan Qing's neck, lifted him up and said with a smile, "Stop pretending, your parents did those shady things just for you, right? Do you know what they are doing? It's a pity that these so-called medical Witchcraft has no heirs."

Yan Qing didn't respond, but stared straight at the man in the black veil.

"Believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes," the man said.

Then he threw Yan Qing to the ground.

"Ah."

Yan Qing suddenly grinned, and smiled unrealistically, which made people look very strange, and stared straight at that person.

The man came over, knelt down and looked at Yan Qing with interest, but the more he looked at him, the more creepy his smile became.

Yan Qing laughed until he covered his stomach, his hair fell down, and he put his hands on the ground. If the scene was not extremely bloody, he would really think that this was just a child who was simply being laughed at.

The man couldn't stand it anymore and picked up the crossbow.

"brush!"

Before the man could react, Yan Qing took out a dagger from behind and stuck it in his eyes. The man subconsciously wanted to resist, so Yan Qing sat directly on his body, drew out the dagger covered in blood, Swipe towards his neck, it can almost be said to be a light movement.

The blood on both sides of the man's neck gushed out in an instant, and even the blood splashed on Yan Qing's face, but he didn't care. To be precise, it aroused his emotions.

Yan Qing laughed even wider, held the sword in both hands, and slashed at the man's eyes again.

Lift it up, put it down, speed it up, get excited.

The gushing blood stained the surroundings, only Yan Qing was left, a child who was still alive, and the only living local in Jiaohai.

There were no fishermen to respond, and they all died.

There was a vertical and horizontal bloodstain on Yan Qing's back, which had already dried up and merged with the ink he splashed, turning into plum black.

A man came from a distance, hugged Yan Qing and said, "It's really smart to cut open the skin and put the sword inside. He is a natural killer, but it doesn't make any sense to kill him so hard."

"Because I killed your parents."

Yan Qing looked at the man suspiciously, and suddenly laughed.

"Big brother, can I kill you when I grow up?"

"Of course, but remember to be loyal to me before that." The man walked away with Yan Qing in his arms.

【Lingtai County】

Dusk, approaching twilight.

"Wow, so full."

Qin Huaizhen stretched his waist and walked in front, the golden light hit his lazy face, outlining his flawless side edges, and the mole next to his eyes looked more handsome as the eyes closed.

They were walking on the sparsely populated street, Yan Qing was carrying a lot of brocade bags in his hand, and with the other free hand he was still looking at the rabbit-shaped steamed buns with bean paste that Qin Huaizhen had just bought.

"Oh, today is coming to an end." Qin Huaizhen said.

"En." Yan Qing responded.

Qin Huaizhen glanced at Yan Qing from the corner of his eye, and said, "Hey, are you going to sleep after going back later?"

"Yes." Yan Qing affirmed.

"That's so boring." Qin Huaizhen said for himself.

"Is there anything else you want to do today?" Yan Qing raised his head and looked at Qin Huaizhen.

"Have!"

"Let's go to the brothel!" Qin Huaizhen suddenly excitedly said.

"Go by yourself." Yan Qing lowered his head.

"I have accompanied me to so many places today, but the last one is not a monk. You don't want to go to this place." Qin Huaizhen said with her lips curled up.

"It's because I went to a lot of places today, so I'm very tired." Yan Qing walked to the front.

Qin Huaizhen raised his eyes and looked dissatisfied at Yan Qing who was slightly taller than himself.

"I can't go by myself. I have money, so we'll sleep separately." Qin Huaizhen said from behind.

"There is only one guest room, and so are the other inns."

"Then I'll sleep over there, you can go back by yourself." Qin Huaizhen turned around and walked against Yan Qing as if angry.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and could only go back to the inn, picked up the teacup and drank his saliva.

Suddenly his hand shook, he realized that something was wrong with him, and wanted to search for the medicine in his clothes, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he searched.

It suddenly occurred to me that I went to take a bath this morning, so it might have been taken away by someone.

When Yan Qing was thinking about how to deal with the worst strategy, a voice came.

"Yan Qing, I remember that you don't have many precious things, so you won't mind if I take one, right?"

"what would you like?"

"I want to be alone."

After Yan Qing heard it, he stopped for a moment, and when he was about to open the door, he saw that his hands were shaking all the time, and he fell to the ground.

Here it goes again, over and over again.

At night, Yan Qing opened the door, opened the bead curtain, walked to the innermost room, swung his sword to force those gorgeous women away, took Qin Huaizhen's hand and walked out, regardless of his resistance, and came to the outside hillside like this superior.

"Are you crazy? Put down the sword." Qin Huaizhen frowned.

"I do not have."

Yan Qing threw away the sword, put his arms around Qin Huaizhen's waist, gradually moved their figures closer to each other, and Yan Qing kissed them.

The bright white moonlight hangs tonight, but it fails to illuminate this piece of forest soil.