Every world I die young

However, Mo Yinglan's perfect escape plan was stillborn before it even started.

Mo Yinglan raised her head and looked at the man in her home, all dressed in formal attire, and bent slightly to stare at him.

Compared with his 16-year-old frail body, the 25-year-old Duan Xiaobei is a straight man.

He is tall and strong, wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit, a military cap on his head, and long leather boots on his feet.

Not only does it not look rustic, but it has a unique charm.

Duan Xiaobei's face was resolute, his eyes were sharp, his waist was imposing, and his gestures were full of masculinity.

Compared with the thin and submissive Mo Yinglan who had a delicate face and was affected by singing those love operas all the year round.

They are people from two worlds, completely different.

Duan Xiaobei frowned. It was hard for him to imagine that the thin boy in front of him, who could lift it up with one hand, would receive such high praise from his father.

And this young man is not only thin and thin, but also cowardly in character.

He just frowned slightly, so he couldn't say anything in fear.

If it was Mo Yinglan, he would probably laugh, but he was just too lazy to talk to this young master Duan who has never been different from novels.

Shouldn't this be the best way to "fear the powerful"?

As for trembling, it's purely because Young Master Duan thinks too much.

It's just that it's freezing cold at night, and Mo Yinglan wears too little clothes, so she's freezing.

Mo Yinglan couldn't feel the pain caused by the insignificant cold, but her body instinctively shivered, and trembling was normal.

And to be honest, what did Duan Xiaobei want to do when he suddenly appeared?

Mo Yinglan frowned. In the original plot, Xia She and Duan Xiaobei met for the first time in a real sense after he sang a scene for Old Man Duan.

At that time, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and was deliberately made things difficult by the servants of the Duan Mansion, so he passed out from exhaustion.

Duan Xiaobei, who was passing by, kindly sent him to the medical center. Xia She was weak, and before Duan Xiaobei left, he caught the cold and burned unconscious.

Duan Xiaobei was forced to stay and take care of him, but this experience did not bring the relationship between the two closer.

Duan Xiaobei even felt that Xia She was too fragile and unworthy to be a man of seven feet.

So Duan Xiaobei just took care of him for one night, and left impatiently. Before leaving, he sent a few servants to take care of him.

The servants are the best at observing words and expressions, and they can see that Xia She is of no importance to Duan Xiaobei's heart, so naturally they will not take care of it attentively.

In troubled times, there is a serious shortage of food, grass and medicines.

So later, although Xia She recovered from his illness, his body was also dragged down.

Because his health was getting worse and worse, he often fell ill, and every time he finished singing, he would have a serious illness.

But without Duan Xiaobei's arrangement, Xia She had no money to buy medicine and see a doctor for treatment.

As a result, Xia She became thinner and thinner day by day amid repeated illnesses.

In the end, he struggled to no avail, and died of illness at a young age.

It's a pity that this talented young man was thrown into a mass grave outside the city with nothing more than a straw mat after his death.

In the wilderness of violent corpses, let the wild beasts eat at will, and finally there are no bones left.

Mo Yinglan thought, tsk tsk tsk, what a pity, there is not even a small pit for burying the corpse.

Sure enough, in troubled times, human life is worth nothing.