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The person who was obviously in a daze yelled.

"Ah?" Binyuan was taken aback for a moment, and responded foolishly, and then felt a warm source of heat coming from her side.

"Come on, let's warm up together. It doesn't matter if I sell my knife or not. Any ordinary people don't have a knife. I'll sell herbs for you. Just tell me what the price is." The charcoal-fired iron stove pushed towards Binyuan, and he looked at her sitting in the cold wind, it was pitiful, it was so cold in December, he would shiver with the cold even if he weighed a hundred and twenty pounds, not to mention A thin and frail person like the blind brother.

"Thank you!" Binyuan leaned against the fire, and suddenly felt that being able to warm her body around a fire in this cold winter was the happiest thing in the world.

One after another, a lot of herbal medicines were also sold at his booth. They were all herbs for treating wind and cold. The herbs were chopped up by the poisonous mother-in-law and wrapped in oiled paper. He could tell what disease each pack of herbs was used to cure by the smell. of.

This can be regarded as the only useful thing he has learned in the past six months.

Xiao Hei rubbed against his leg, Binyuan rummaged in the basket, found the lunch that the poisonous mother-in-law was going to give Xiao Hei, and put it on the ground.

Ma Yuanbao added some charcoal fire to the charcoal stove, and the charcoal fire he brought out was only a little bit, and it was almost time to go back after the charcoal fire was finished.

The busiest time to go to the market in Diaojiao Village is usually in the morning, and there are basically no people in the afternoon.

Binyuan took some herbs out of the basket and spread them out on the stall. Ma Yuanbao helped him with the work, and soon the herbs in the basket were almost sold out.

The sun is in the sky, but there is no heat. It is still too cold in December, and the river at the entrance of the village has already frozen. If there is no fire in this weather, it will be very freezing.

Carrying an empty pannier and walking back to the side of the road, the big black dog walked in front, Binyuan was holding the rope, and Ma Yuanbao held one hand as an eye.

"Brother Blind, what are you thinking about?" Ma Yuanbao frowned suspiciously. All day long, he always felt that Big Blind was absent-minded and depressed.

"No..." Bin Yuan shook her head and replied.

"Hey, if you have something on your mind, just say it." Ma Yuanbao disturbed his head, "My father said, you must come from a wealthy family, big brother blind. Although you don't want to reveal your name, I'm afraid you can't help yourself. Yes, just live happily, the outside world is full of ups and downs and wars these days, it might as well be quieter in our Diaojiao Village."

The two were walking on the uphill road back, and the bitter winter breath came in waves. Binyuan smelled the smell in the cold wind, and she was afraid that it would snow soon.

"Yes..." Bin Yuan replied in a low voice, and after a moment of silence, he still couldn't help asking with the longing in his heart: "Yuanbao..."

"Ok?"

"That..." Binyuan lowered her head and followed step by step. He has refused to hear the news for more than six months. During these six months, he has thought through a lot, and some things can't be solved without escaping.

"What?" Ma Yuanbao asked suspiciously.

"Fu Sang Country... Is Fu Sang Country still there?" After asking, Binyuan tightened her palms, feeling that she was just looking for something to be unhappy, obviously she already had an answer, but she still had to ask again.

Ma Yuanbao's face froze, he let go of Binyuan's hand, and asked in an unpredictable voice, "Are you from Fusang?" Hearing this, Binyuan stopped by the roadside, and the big black dog growled He yelled twice, then turned his head and called out to the two motionless people.

"Yes..." Bin Yuan replied.

Ma Yunbao's eyes widened, and he began to look at the man in front of him seriously. He was dressed in plain, whitish linen clothes, and the ordinary attire could not be more ordinary, but he wore a different temperament from ordinary people.

He should have guessed that this person does not look like a Dazhida person at all. He has black hair like ink and fair skin. Not so petite.

Ma Yuanbao took a few steps back in shock, "You!" He pushed Binyuan away violently, and the old friendship melted away like a cold wind. Without turning his head, he grabbed the rope from the other party and dragged Dahei The dog ran to the village.

Binyuan fell on the muddy floor, heard the hurried footsteps gradually diminishing, stood up indifferently, patted the ashes on her legs, bent down and found a branch, and used it as a crutch.

Although this result is not optimistic, he does not regret telling which country he is from at all.

He wasn't sure if Ma Yuanbao would spread his identity. Now that he was identified, the Diaojiao Village might not be able to tolerate him.

Binyuan put the money earned from selling herbs in the back basket. On the hillside of this mountain lived the poisonous mother-in-law and Ma Yuanbao's family. He put the back basket on a tree fork by the side of the road, quietly in the middle of the road. After standing for a moment, he turned his head and went down the mountain.

Dazhida country is not very big, but now it annexed Fusang country, this ant-like country instantly turned into an elephant, with rich land and vast resources, like an upstart overnight.

He walked for several hours holding a tree fork as a crutch, unable to distinguish day from night, only knowing that there was no sound of a carriage on the road, and gradually, it became colder and colder, making his legs and feet ache.

Until she couldn't move anymore, Binyuan sat down against a huge tree, embraced her body, and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, Binyuan dreamed that her father was released from prison. The man was no longer young, his cheeks were covered with wrinkles, his hair was half white, and he dragged his suitcase back to his dusty home.

The mother formed a new family, had a child with another man, and became a happy family.

Binyuan watched her father go looking for her mother, and asked her where she was, but her mother said she didn't know, the two had a big quarrel, her father was beaten up by another man of her mother, and with a bruised nose and a swollen face, she returned to that lonely place. home.

In the dream, he saw his father go back to his room and clean all the furniture, and then he looked at his photos one by one.

The man who was not good at words and was always taciturn gradually began to cry, crying like a child, his face was covered with tears, and he wailed loudly.

Binyuan remembers that someone said to him: "In this world, the farthest distance is the separation of Yin and Yang, where time intersects." He thought, does the current self count as interlaced time?

Even if he is longing, there is no way to cross different spaces, different times...

"blind!"

"Blind brother!"

"blind!"

Dots of torches lit up in the mountains, and one after another shouted rippling in the mountains. The villagers searched for one place after another along the top of the mountain, in the fields, and by the side of the road.

It was already in the middle of the night, and there were little snowflakes floating in the night sky. At this time, no one had been found.

Ma Tiesan swiped the wooden stick at his son, and shouted angrily, "You know that kid can't see, but you still left him by the side of the road! You little bastard, you always get me into trouble!"

"Father! I was wrong, can't it be okay if I was wrong..." Ma Yuanbao covered the place where the stick hurt, and held the torch to avoid the stick, for fear that his father would get angry and use himself as a punching bag.

He lowered his head and ran ahead, shouting as he walked, "Brother Blind! Where are you?" He didn't tell the villagers what happened during the day. of.

Whether right or wrong, but he knew that his own country had invaded Fusang country, and in terms of sadness and despair, I am afraid that the blind brother would also feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't think about this at the time, he only cared about the other party's identity, and ran away when he couldn't accept it all at once. Looking back now, he wished he could slap himself with a few sticks. shout.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the whistling sound is accompanied by the extreme cold. In this environment, many small animals may be frozen to death.

Ma Yuanbao panicked, regretting that he was not rational at the beginning, he should have stayed where he was and listened to the blind brother explain the reason for the incident.

"Father! I'll look for it in the next village!" Ma Yunbao turned his head and shouted to his old father halfway up the mountain. He stepped into the wind and snow with his legs up and holding a torch.

Searching along the narrow road of another village, his feet were on the snow, his cloth shoes were wet, and his feet were numb from the cold, but he still walked forward step by step, holding a torch and shouting to the surroundings: "Brother blind man! "

The sound rippled far away, and was soon swallowed up by the sound of the wind and snow.

The cold wind roared loudly, Ma Yuanbao put his left hand in his pocket and held the torch in his right hand, so cold that he shrunk his neck and walked forward quickly.

Binyuan woke up in a daze, with a thin layer of snow covering her head, face and body, her limbs were already frozen, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the snow on his face, only to find that his fingers were so stiff that he couldn't control it. Breathing also became more and more difficult.

He never thought that he would die in such an environment, he smiled in relief, a strand of hair covered his eyes, but he couldn't feel it anymore.

It is said that people will have hallucinations before death, but Binyuan did not expect her hallucinations to come so early.

He could smell fire burning in the air.

Far away, at the end of the snowy road, there is a beam of light approaching flickeringly.

That fluttering spot of light, like a star that guides lost people, approaches little by little until a few blurred figures appear.

It's people!

The person who was about to fall into a slumber regained his spirits. He heard the sound of footsteps on the snow. The footsteps were light and heavy, and he could hear several people, and they were very tired.

Bin Yuan's consciousness became weaker and weaker, he only felt that the footsteps sounded very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.

"Villager! There's someone who is dying!" Several people who were walking in the night wind stopped.

A man dressed as a bandit stepped forward to check it out. The man who had fallen under the tree and passed out, nodded and ran to a boy holding a cat to report.

The man holding the black cat looked fifteen or sixteen years old. Because of his Nanman blood, he had a big frame and was tall. Even though he was only sixteen years old, he was already half a head taller than the two younger brothers beside him.

"Oh." The boy holding the black cat walked over, and sure enough, he saw a person with his head leaning against a tree trunk and his body covered in snow.

The boy just glanced at it and was about to leave, but the black cat in his arms struggled, bit the boy, jumped onto the snow, stepped on a string of plum blossom marks, came to the bottom of the tree, and ran to the place covered by snow. on the person.

"Come here." The boy said impatiently, as if scolding the black cat for his ignorance.

The black cat whined a few times, very reluctantly, fiddled with its paws a few times, and the snow on Binyuan's face was removed, revealing her pale cheeks.

The young man stared blankly, and he was stunned for a moment. He quickly walked to the bottom of the tree and hugged the frozen man in his arms. Feeling that it was not enough, he took off his thick mink coat and wrapped it around the man. Da Heng picked him up and ordered: "Go to the nearest town and buy a carriage!"

"Yes!" Although the two little followers didn't understand what was going on, they still dealt with the matter in a hurry.

When Binyuan woke up, what she felt was warm air, what she heard in her ears was the sound of charcoal fire exploding, and the noise like waves like waves outside the quiet room. People lying quietly in the room can hear clearly.

Covered with a warm quilt, he couldn't tell whether it was day or night. He got up along the side of the bed, and a furry object crashed into his arms, making a pleasant and healing sound: "Meow ~"

The cat rubbed against his arms, and stayed in his arms, Binyuan rubbed its furry head and soft belly, "Cat?" He touched it suspiciously, and the kitten licked his fingers.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a footstep came in. Binyuan was startled, but the cat in his arms was still lingering in his arms. Bin Yuan, the cat's owner, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you?" Bin Yuan asked cautiously holding the cat.

"Xiao Hei gets along well with you." The boy replied cheerfully, with no intention in his voice.

"His name is Xiao Hei?" Bin Yuan rubbed the cat's head, and her finger was licked again: "The name is very cute."

"Of course, if you can see it, you will find that it is a pitch-black cat." The young man came to the bed and sat down, took Binyuan's right hand, put a bowl of soup in his hand, and joked :"My name is……"

The young man paused for a moment, only to realize that he had no name at all for so many years. Everyone was very afraid of him. In private, others called it a sneaky ghost. Of course, the meaning was not very good, but he didn't care, because what he wanted was this kind of name. Effect.

But now, he frowned, thinking hard but worried because he didn't have a name.

"What?" Bin Yuan asked suspiciously.

"Liugui... They all call me that, you can do it too." The young man replied indifferently, obviously not paying attention to the name, it was just a title.

"How come there is such a strange name? Did you have this name?" It was the first time Binyuan heard someone call such a name, and the name didn't sound like a blessing.

"No." The young man took away the other party's empty bowl, and put a few red dates on his palm.

Bin Yuan squeezed it, put it in her mouth and ate it, the taste of the traditional Chinese medicine was quickly weakened.

He remembered the time when he was still under the service of his servants and always avoided taking medicine. Looking back now, during the six months of distress, the medicine her mother-in-law brewed was several times more bitter than the herbal medicine she drank at that time.

People always miss those safe times when they are in trouble.

A person doesn't even have a name, so it can be seen that the other person is probably as pitiful as himself.

Binyuan's mood suddenly fell, thinking that he was just saved by an ordinary peasant. Because of his blindness, he didn't know how much silky decorations and luxurious antiques there were in this room. As a bedroom for ordinary people.

"How can a person not have a name?" Binyuan comforted, "It's okay, how about I get one for you, how about it?"

"Okay!" The young man readily agreed, his smiling eyes never leaving Binyuan's face.

If the gang of bandits outside the door heard it, they would be shocked. Their Master Saizhu, who is more terrifying than the devil, actually smiled like a flower because someone was willing to name him. breath of joy.

Binyuan pondered for a while with a red date in her mouth, and puffed her cheeks and replied, "It's better to be the happiest in this world. Why don't you call me Fu Sheng? How do you feel?" Yes, a little shy.

"Very good, I like it very much." Fu Sheng quickly accepted the name. When he laughed, his brows and eyes were crooked, as if there was a ditch that could attract the soul of others at any time.

"Then, what's your name, young master?" Fu Sheng asked lazily, and threw a bright red date into his mouth.

"Ah, my name is Bin...!" In the middle of speaking, Binyuan suddenly remembered the last lesson, shut her mouth, and quickly changed her words: "Yuan... called Yuan!"

The corner of Fu Sheng's mouth twitched, and he just leaned on the side of the bed and looked at the other party's helpless look. Of course he knew Bin Yuan, and most of the goods in the entire Nanman Kingdom came from this person, even if he The owner has been missing for half a year, but his shops that have raised many people are still operating normally.

"Fantasy Snow Moon" is still very famous in this continent, not only because of those strange and convenient clothes, but more because of the amount of goods in Wind Flower Snow Moon, supporting the expenses of many places in the entire continent.

Six months ago, when he learned that this man's house had been massacred, he hurried to Phoenix that night, but what awaited him was a pile of burnt-out eaves, and a man with an unrecognizable face. corpse.

He turned over every corpse, and was relieved that he didn't find the familiar one.

Looking at Bin Yuan who was still alive in front of him at this moment, the tenderness in Fu Sheng's eyes almost melted into a puddle of autumn water.

He is a very strange person. When he likes you, he can be nice to you in every possible way. He wants to pick off all the stars in the sky, but when he hates you, he will destroy them mercilessly, just like breaking a bowl or smashing a bowl. Porcelain is as merciless.

"Yuan, what's wrong with your eyes?" Fu Sheng still remembers the first time the two met, in the heavy snow in the cold winter, the man gave him warm food to eat, a life-saving purse, and warm clothes .

He still remembered that when the man laughed, a pair of beautiful Ruifeng eyes were like blooming flowers, and there was an attractive fragrance in the beauty, and the beauty in an instant made people forget all the troubles in the world.

Although these beautiful eyes are gone, the gentle aura on the man's body can still make people feel that his beauty is inviolable.

Fu Sheng didn't know what happened to Binyuan. If he knew that someone had torn his clothes and kissed him fiercely, he would have mercilessly killed that person, chopped up his body, and then Feed it to the dog.

Binyuan answered this question somewhat evasively: "It's nothing, I'm hurt..."

Is it as simple as just getting hurt?

Fu Sheng didn't believe it, he squinted his eyes slightly, if he hadn't checked the other party's wounds to make sure that the eyeballs of those eyes had been gouged out, it would be easy to be covered up by his lies.

He was not in a hurry to ask the truth, anyway, he had plenty of time.

"Then you have a good rest. There are people guarding the door. If you need to call at any time, I will leave first."

"Okay." Binyuan wanted to stand up and send the other party out, but she stepped off the bed and fell directly into a stiff chest. A smell that only belonged to the sun penetrated into his nostrils, making him a little Relaxed and happy, the brain pauses.

"Are you okay?" Holding Binyuan by his arm, Fu Sheng let out a cheerful smile in his throat.

"nothing……"

"Okay, just lie on the bed obediently, you don't have to get out of bed to see me off."

Bin Yuan nodded and went back to the bed and sat down, hearing the sound of footsteps walking out of the door, hearing the door closing, the sound of footsteps gradually receding, and after the room was quiet, he actually felt a little unrealistic.

Just a moment ago, I was clearly still waiting for death in the boundless heavy snow, but now I was lying in the warm quilt and drank the medicine. My eyes, which always hurt in the past, didn’t hurt anymore. I don’t know what the medicine is for. Boiled, the taste is not very bitter, with a hint of sweetness, a bit like Banlangen.

His memory of modern times is a little fuzzy, probably because he has been in this era for too long, and those too distant memories are almost turning into a blank sheet of paper.

Of course, he still remembered his father who always liked to drink, remembered that his father was in prison for stealing things, remembered that his mother disliked his father for remarriage, and remembered that he died in an accident on a train and came to this world.

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When Fu Sheng came down from the attic, a group of younger brothers were waiting for him with serious faces as if they were about to fight.

"What are you all doing here?"

A group of younger brothers trembled. Of course they were curious about the one who lived in the attic. When the carriage entered the village, everyone saw it. Their village owner went back to the attic with a man in his arms.

Moreover, this attic has been ordered that idlers are not allowed to enter. They are occasionally curious, so they only dare to take a sneak peek outside, although they can't see anything.

"My lord!"

In the distance, a loud cry came from the crowd. Everyone turned their heads and looked sideways, just in time to see the death row prisoner rushing over. Of course, he was not a prisoner, but after he became anonymous, everyone in the cottage called him that.

"What's the matter, you're in a panic." Fu Sheng brushed his long hair lazily, glanced at the attic from the corner of his eye, and walked out of the courtyard.

The death row prisoner took a breath, followed the other party's footsteps, and reported in detail: "The spies are here to report that a group of caravans may pass through the Wolf Valley tomorrow night. Look, my lord, when will we start?" That is a large amount of goods. From the detailed description in the letter, it can be seen that the caravan delivering the goods this time must be very rich.

Looking at the death row prisoner who looked like a money fan in his eyes, Fu Sheng cracked his lips and smiled: "How many people are there?" What he cares about is not the lives of those people, but how many people can be killed. If there are too few people, he will I don't even want to pull out the knife, let alone take my younger brothers down the mountain.

The usual house robbery is handled by the second leader himself, so he, the village master, naturally doesn't have to do it himself.

"There are so many people! Our spies don't dare to get too close to the ground. Those caravans are accompanied by wolves. They seem to be specially trained. Their noses are good! All the traps we set on the road were caught by those wolf cubs." Get it out!" The prisoner gritted his teeth angrily.

A caravan escorted by wolves...

Fu Sheng clenched the stone in his hand, and threw one into the lake with all his strength, with a cold light in Yingying's eyes, he ordered involuntarily: "Let them go."

"Ah!" The death row prisoner was nodding his head and preparing to go down to arrange things. When he came back to his senses, he realized that what he heard was different from what he had imagined. Caravan, we have not had to worry about food and clothing for the past two years!"

Fu Sheng stretched, like a lazy cat, squinting his eyes, putting his hands on his eyes, feeling the sun caressing his body.

"Also, go down the mountain and buy a few sets of ordinary people's clothes, don't disturb the people nearby, dress up as ordinary people and go shopping."

The condemned prisoner's face turned into a strange shape. Although he always knew that the village master's work and personality were never in line, he could only grit his teeth to suppress the commotion in his heart, and compromised: "Got it, got it! I'm going down the mountain now do it."

At night, the cottage was brightly lit, but there was no noise of drinking and shouting like in the past.

Because the village master issued an order that no noise should be made after dark, and those who disobeyed the order would be shot to death with random arrows. Due to this terrifying regulation, even the second-in-chief began to tuck his tail and be cautious.

Of course, his cautiousness was not because he was afraid of Fu Sheng, but because he avoided Fu Sheng and came to the small attic that was protected.

There are many dense green bamboo forests growing around the attic. When the night wind blows, the melodies played by the bamboos in pieces will make people feel happy.

To be more precise, I am afraid that these bamboos are used for sound insulation. After all, in the bandit den, even if it is quiet, the captured slaves, things for people to vent, will always cry in the cage.

He bypassed the guards, climbed with his bare hands, and climbed in along the open window on the second floor.

Binyuan was sitting by the dresser after taking a shower, wiping her wet hair with a dry handkerchief. He obviously heard some strange noises, thought it was made by Xiao Hei, and didn't care. When he was about to stand up, a pair of wide palms pressed on his shoulders, startling him.

"Fu Sheng?" Bin Yuan asked cautiously.

"Meow!" The cat suddenly uttered a threatening cry, stretched out its paws towards the guy who invaded its territory, and jumped on him.

"Let go of the beast!"

A sound was obviously sucking in the air-conditioning and the air pressure was low. Binyuan quickly broke free from those hands and ran away by touching the wall. The cat somehow lost its sound, but he couldn't find the direction of the door. his mouth.

The man stuck his head next to his ear and said threateningly: "If you dare to scream, I will twist your head off!" Of course, he dared to say and do it, not just to scare him.

People who can live a bit of status in the bandit den are not as glamorous on the surface, just like their village master, although he looks young, his killing methods and ruthlessness are simply natural killing machines.

Binyuan was so frightened that her bones trembled and her whole body went limp. If the other party hadn't been dragging him, he might have fallen to the ground and couldn't move.

Cibai finally noticed something was wrong, he stretched out his hand and tore off the ribbon on Binyuan's eyes, and after seeing the wound on Binyuan's eyes clearly, he said sarcastically, "I still think I'm a stunner, but I'm just blind."

At that time, looking at the heavy handle outside the attic, he thought there was a petite and lovely Meijiao Niang hidden in the building, but now that he saw it, Meijiao Niang didn't have it, and he became a blind man, even if he was blind, he was still a male .

Losing interest, he pushed the person to the ground, took a breath in spite of the pain of the person falling on the ground, and kicked the person with his legs: "What's your relationship with the boss?"

"What?" Binyuan couldn't figure out what was going on at all. In his subconscious mind, he thought that the place he was in was just an ordinary farmhouse.

"Heh!" Cibai frowned, thinking that the blind man was playing tricks on him, and picked him up with one hand, but he didn't expect to tear off the loose clothes of the other party.

To be honest, he had never seen a man with better skin than a woman. His bare shoulders and smooth skin seemed to be able to pinch water out, imitating the ambiguous collarbone, and there was a faint blush under the candlelight.

He swallowed, and finally realized that he had mixed up pearls and fish eyes.

Binyuan put on her clothes, but felt a heavy breathing spray on her cheeks, before she realized what was going on, her whole body was pressed heavily under her body, and she wanted to resist, but her mouth was caught Covering it with Zhang's big hand, the bite on his neck reminded him of that unbearable memory that he never dared to recall.

"Clap!"

While struggling hard, he kicked something and hit the ground heavily, and the sound finally caught the attention of the guards outside the door.

"Young master! What's wrong with you?" The guards guarding the gate glanced at each other and asked.

Binyuan struggled, and Cibai raised her fist and slammed a circle on his stomach heavily.

In an instant, the piercing pain made Binyuan dizzy, and she couldn't even make a sound.

The guards outside the door sensed something was wrong and looked at each other: "Sorry, sir! We're coming in!"

The door opened with a "creak", and the two soldiers only saw Bin Yuan, who was disheveled, and the culprit.

The two guards guarding the gate were stunned, but due to the majesty of the chief, they said firmly: "Please go back to the second master! This young master is a guest of the chief."

He was so happy that he was interrupted by someone, he gritted his teeth in displeasure, looked at the beauty under him, thought that he might not be able to eat, got up and put on his clothes, and strode out of the attic.

One of the two guards stood guard at the door, while the other went in embarrassed with a blushing face, helped Binyuan up, arranged her clothes, and exited to wait outside the door.

When Fu Sheng came, he saw that the candles had already been extinguished in the quiet attic. He came to the second floor softly, even opening the door carefully, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people.

Bin Yuan had already fallen asleep, Fu Sheng came to the bedside, only to see the other party hunched over, frowning, apparently sleeping extremely restlessly.

He also saw the red mark on the other party's neck, stretched out his cold fingers to stroke it little by little, and his eyes became cold.

Just about to leave, Binyuan, who closed her eyes tightly, grabbed the hand that was about to leave, and begged, "Can you stay?"

There was a trace of surprise in Fu Sheng's eyes, but it was more gentle like autumn water: "Okay." He agreed very naturally, with a soft tone, as if he was treating his former lover.

Bin Yuan moved her body to the side of the bed, feeling the other party get into the quilt and lie down tightly against her, after a while, she asked, "What is this place?"

Seeing the moonlight splashing on his face, Fu Sheng leaned on his arm, and looked sideways at the other party's lips, which were as red as if they were about to bleed, and those lips opened and closed, like buds just about to bloom.

"Copycat."

Bin Yuan was silent for a moment, groping in the quilt, touched the cold hands of the other party, holding those hands, thinking about something.

"Aren't you afraid?" Fu Sheng leaned closer to the other party, feeling the fragrance from the top of the other party's hair, and remembered that night in the heavy snow, the man's gentle fingers took off the cloak he was wearing and put it on himself. That's what he smelled too.

"No..." Bin Yuan thought for a long time, then shook her head and answered.

He really wasn't afraid at all. For some reason, he felt inexplicably at ease when he was beside this person.

"Where's Xiao Hei?" Binyuan remembered that when she was threatened by that man, Xiao Hei seemed to protect herself.

"He, I'm afraid he went to catch mice again." Fu Sheng lied and couldn't even lift his eyelashes.

Of course, the black cat's body had already been disposed of, and even the blood in the room was wiped off. Binyuan was exhausted these days, so she naturally ignored the faint smell of blood in the air.

"Oh...he still protected me today."

Fu Sheng's eyes darkened again, he turned his hand hidden under the quilt, and tightly grasped the opponent's hand.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I...I can't sleep." Binyuan said what was in her heart. In the past few months, he has always suffered from insomnia and frequent dreams. Every time he fell asleep, he would dream about modern memories.

In his dream, he would see his father, see his father getting old little by little, and finally die in the house, with no children to serve him, no children to bury him, even during the most difficult period of suffering from illness, he had to crawl Get up and make breakfast.

When it was more painful, eating, drinking, and messing up was a mess, but there was no caring person around to take care of it.

Thinking about it, Bin Yuan's eyes hurt again.

Fu Sheng wiped away the red tears from the corners of the other party's eyes, and said, "I wrote a song recently, but no one listened to it, Yuan, would you like to listen to it?"

Binyuan was stupefied by the other party's tender voice, and after recovering, she quickly replied "Okay!" Of course, he doesn't have much interest in listening to songs now, but it's always difficult for him to refuse others.

Fu Sheng took out a short bone flute from the belt around his waist. The bone flute is made of human bones, with a short section and several holes on it.

He put the flute by his mouth, pressed and lifted his fingertips, and as the air flow penetrated, the mournful melody rippling in the night sky, as if to go to the sky.

Bin Yuan felt that this piece of music was very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.

He smelled the sunshine from that person, coupled with the sense of security in his heart, his tired nerves gradually relaxed, and he fell asleep slowly with the rhythm.

The music stops while the listener is fast asleep.

Fu Sheng played the flute with his slender fingers, looked at the sleeping person with gentle eyes, finally lowered his head a little bit, and printed a fiery kiss on the rosy lips.

"I heard that the second leader was kicked out of the mountain. It happened last night. Do you know what happened?"

"Hey, your news is really late. I heard that the second master offended the nobleman who lives in the attic, so he was kicked out!"

In the cottage, all the brats who knew the second leader were discussing this matter.

Of course, compared with the first master, the second master's character is of course more passable. The second master is a complete bandit, the kind that has no humanity, and many teenagers are played to death by him.

Binyuan had a good night's dream. After waking up, the empty place beside the bed was already cold, and there were birds chirping outside the house, walking through the bamboo forest one after another.

He lifted the quilt and was about to get up, but was stopped by a hurried voice: "Master, why did you get up by yourself?"

Binyuan didn't realize that there were other people in the room, and asked cautiously, "Who are you? Why are you in the room?"

The servant saluted obediently, although the master he wanted to serve was a blind man, "The young one was sent by the master to serve you, you can call me Mu'er."

The boy's voice didn't sound very tender, so it could be seen that the other party must be quite old, Bin Yuan still didn't let go of her guard, she lay on the bed and refused to get off, clutching the quilt with both hands, turning her head away, unmoved.

"Son, what are you doing