After eleven o'clock, the sun came out and the fog finally dissipated.

There are plants everywhere in the Mianshan Mountain. The wind is strong in the mountains. When the wind blows, the branches and leaves will rustle.

After getting off the car, Qin Manjiang saw that Mr. Zhou was taken to register. Because he made an appointment in advance and confirmed his identity, the nurse took him to see Qin Manyi.

Qin Manyi was after all, and at the request of the police, she lived in a single room on the top floor, which is often a "treatment" that patients with more serious mental illness can have.

"She is still sleeping."

The nurse opened the door and whispered.

Qin Manjiang looked at her. Although the window was open, it was sealed with solid iron bars. The white curtains were stirred by the wind and were floating freely.

Qin Manyi lay on his side, facing the direction of the window.

"Thank you..." Qin Manjiang thanked the nurse and entered the ward.

Seeing this, the nurse withdrew and brought the door.

"despair--"

The sound of the door slight buckle was particularly noticeable in the quiet ward.

"woke up?"

Qin Manjiang walked towards her window.

Qin Manyi turned around and looked at him.

"How did you know I was awake?" She sat up against the pillow, looking directly at Qin Manjiang with dark eyes.

"You are used to lying flat and unable to sleep on your side. You said." Qin Manjiang put the fruit he bought on the cabinet beside him and said.

When she turned her head, she saw her wearing a blue and white hospital gown, she frowned and said, "Aren't it cold?"

As he said that, Qin Manjiang took off his coat and handed it over.

"Dressed."

Qin Manyi took the jacket and wrinkled his nose: "Have you learned to smoke?"

"No, I met a smoker on the way."

Qin Manjiang walked to the window and pulled all the curtains open. The sunlight shone in as if there was a sound.

Qin Manyi subconsciously turned his head and blocked his eyes.

Qin Manjiang now only had a T-shirt on his body. Although there was sun, it was still cold. He didn't sit by her bed. He took a chair, put it down and sat by the window, basking in the sun that was not much warm, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Don't be hungry." Qin Manyi said, picking a banana brought by Qin Manjiang and peeling it.

Qin Manjiang turned his head to look at her. Qin Manyi really didn't look like him at all. He had single eyelids and round face, and was not considered a beauty, but at this age, his face was clean and clean, and he would never look ugly.

“See what I do?”

Qin Manyi looked up and glared at him.

"Dad's death day is coming. I'll find a way to ask you for leave and go back to Jiangcun to kowtow to your parents." Qin Manjiang glared back without hesitation.

Qin Manyi took a hard bite of the banana, nodded and said, "Not good!"

"Why?" Qin Manjiang looked at her.

This little guy is getting weirder and stranger. He can't say it with his head on it?

"Hey, you have some skills." Qin Manyi suddenly changed the topic, "I'll be back safely so soon."

She finally took the initiative to mention this matter. A large part of the reason why Qin Manjiang came here this time was to show off with her sister.

Logically speaking, she clicked in that link for her own reasons two years ago, and she should be an old player in the game.

"Where are you?" Qin Manjiang asked.

Qin Manyi suddenly became silent: "Evening Primrose."

"What?" Qin Manjiang didn't hear it very clearly.

"I said, I'm evening primrose." Qin Manyi turned his head, looking at Qin Manjiang without blinking, "Sixth seat."

Qin Manjiang looked at her unexpectedly. He thought that his sister was an old player, but he didn't expect that she would do so well.

"Are you evening primrose?"

"How many times do you want me to say it?" Qin Manyi took another bite of the banana.

"You have changed." Qin Manjiang suddenly said.

"What?" Qin Manyi glanced at him.

"You used to never dared to look me in the eyes."

"cut."

"Then before you..."

Qin Manjiang thought of Qin Manyi's attitude towards him when he just woke up in the hospital, and asked, "Aren't you at that time?"

"It's me, I'll know when you... have permanent props." Qin Manyi didn't seem to want to talk more about this issue.

"I suddenly rushed to the sixth seat, just like a player." Qin Manyi suddenly said.

She still seemed a little cold, and her words were not so clear, and her voice was muffled, but she was not dumb.

Qin Manjiang poured her a cup of hot water and listened quietly to her.

And this seems to be the first time that Qin Manyi can tell another person completely about himself in the past two years.

"I only played one game." Qin Manyi said in a shocking way. She held the water cup and looked at the white mist that appeared in the cup in a daze. "It was not until recently that I passed the novice level, and at the moment of passing the level, I reached the sixth seat directly."

Qin Manjiang was shocked. Just a novice level allowed her to gain so many spiritual eyes?

"My novice talk is the exploration mission... Xiajiang Village."

"Two years ago, when I first clicked the link in your phone, I was having the same dream every day after that," Qin Manyi looked up at him, "The span of the dream is twenty years. In the dream, I saw everyone who committed suicide by entering the river until that day... I saw my father."

Her hands holding the cup subconsciously squeezed it tightly, and it turned white.

"I wanted to stop him in my dream, but I couldn't... The dream quickly projected to reality. I knew something would happen that day, and my father seemed to know... He locked me in the house and went to the riverside by himself."

Qin Manjiang listened to her saying everything that happened at that time, and she had never said these words to anyone, including him.

"I tried desperately to knock the door open. I hit it for a long time, and the door opened..."

"But, it's too late."

When she looked at Qin Manjiang, she was already in tears: "Who are you? Why are you not at home? Why don't you help me!"

"Dad walked into the river with your name, and so were other villagers..."

"For twenty years, all those who committed suicide into the river have been!"

Her suppressed low roar was deafening, Qin Manjiang's face turned pale, his body shook, and he grabbed the armrest of the chair tightly.

"Who are you...Woooo..."

"Who are you..."

"If it weren't for you... Dad wouldn't have died..."

“I won’t be in this kind of game forever…”

"Qin Manjiang..." She looked at him with tears in her eyes: "I'm so scared..."

"I have no home..."

"Who are you……"

"Wow—"

Qin Manjiang stood up from the chair.

He interrupted Qin's remarks and walked over and hugged her gently.

Qin Manyi was stunned. Since childhood, Qin Manjiang and her have been keeping a distance from her. He seemed to not want anyone to get close to him.

Even if he deliberately made trouble, he never took action.

She never felt that he had been so close.

The head subconsciously leaned against Qin Manjiang's chest, and the loud cry slowly turned into a low sob, but the tears flowed even more.

"You have a home."

"I'm not someone else, I'm Qin Manjiang, your brother."

He gently touched her head and whispered:

“It’s always…”


Chapter completed!