At first she thought she heard it wrong, but one after another, the cries became louder and louder, and became clearer and clearer. "Isn't it so unlucky? It must be a dream, it's all a dream." She got off the bed in a panic,
I accidentally glanced at the palm-sized blowhole, and found that there was indeed a flash of red light...
She was completely stunned! She stood motionless.
But what shocked her so much was not the bursts of heart-rending cries, nor the flickering firelight outside the blowhole. It was the surface of the stone wall that was clearly displayed in front of her, illuminated by the firelight.
As if she had found a treasure, she wandered around the stone room, searching for every trace of him. Sure enough, in the nooks and crannies on the other side, she found several quite amateurish, but also thoughtful graffiti.
Portrait - Two young ugly men pulling two underage ugly men, and two middle-aged ugly men standing beside them. "This is Ziyi, Wanyue, this is me and him, these are my parents..." It's a shame.
Gong Yueyue was smart enough to be able to identify the general identity from such a bad portrait based on the subtle differences in clothes and body shape.
"My poor husband...how much have you suffered..." She leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. The loneliness, pain and desperate struggle that Zhao Changyuan experienced here were as vivid as a slideshow.
All of this, after all, was because of her. However, he didn't mention a word to her.
"I haven't suffered much, really. I just miss you, my parents and my children." She thought of his gentle comfort again, and felt so distressed that it became difficult to breathe.
At first, I just felt more and more suffocated, and later, I couldn't complete a complete set of breathing movements.
"Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -"
Until she realized that the choking and twitching in her chest and lungs were not entirely due to her mood, and thick smoke was already pouring from the door.
"Ah! Oh my god...Help...Help..." She finally returned to reality completely. She got up and ran out of the door in a panic. But as soon as she stepped out of the small stone room, she found that the entire ground floor was already thick with smoke.
Dense smoke.
She held the door with both hands and looked back at the mottled marks on the wall. Zhao Changyuan's voice seemed to ring in her ears again - "I know you must be scared, Gangba daddy, I love you..."
"With you here, I'm not afraid of anything. I love you too." After saying this, she took out the dagger Zhao Changyuan gave her from her waist, and groped out in the thick smoke based on her memory.
Faintly, the upward winding stairs were right in front of her eyes. With an optimistic and joyful smile on her face, she stepped up.
"Boom -" there was a loud noise that shook the earth, followed by a second roar, a third, and a fourth... Gong Yueyue didn't know why, and staggered to hold on to the wall, finally holding on to the wall.
Just when the ground was shaking, a long crack opened in the wall, and at the same time, huge boulders crashed down from above...
"As expected, it's still a tomb, so that's fine, as long as you live."
The reason why I use the term "in memory" is because when I mention him at this moment, I can't find the throbbing and joyful feeling in my heart.
Why is this so? I can’t explain the answer clearly. Ever since I was shot during a mission and traveled back to ancient times, it seems that my love, like my life, has been abruptly cut off by an inexplicable sword.
I remember that it was one year ago today. When I woke up, I was in a dark ruins. My head was bleeding and my whole body was exhausted. To make matters worse, a huge boulder was pressing on my back, almost killing me.
Grind into patties.
Just when I was drowsy and about to pass out again, the boulder behind me suddenly became loose. I hummed softly, and then I heard a man's muffled roar, and the boulder finally moved away from me...
It took me a whole month to accept the fact that I have been separated from my loved ones for thousands of years. A warm and comfortable room, loving parents, a handsome lover, my own face and body... all of these have been with me.
I have nothing to do with it.
Today, I am just an injured person taken in by a kind-hearted villager at the edge of the desert, near Yumenguan. My identity, origin, and home address are unknown.
A year has passed in the blink of an eye, and my broken body has gradually recovered. But in my heart, there seems to always be a hole that cannot be filled. My parents, Jiang Haoran, and I have never stopped thinking about these people, but...
It seems that there is still an inexplicable pain in the most untouchable place deep in my soul, always attacking me when I am unprepared.
"Oh, are you staying?" The hostess of the house, Sangu He, walked in with a vegetable basket. When she saw me standing alone by the door in a daze, she came over with a surprised look on her face.
"Yeah!" I smiled and nodded in response.
"You walked out on your own?"
"Um!"
She put down the vegetable basket and pulled me to look left and right: "Do you feel any pain, discomfort or anything like that?"
"There is no pain anywhere. It seems to be healed."
"It's good, girl, you are very lucky!"
There seemed to be a warm current in my heart reaching my nose. If I was lucky enough to have a great destiny, how could I have said goodbye to my loved ones? But if I wasn’t lucky enough to have a great destiny, how could I have been killed by the father and son of this family from the rubble?
Rescued from the brink?
"Mother, mother!" the voice of the male owner, Uncle He, sounded outside the door, sounding a little panicked.
"What's wrong? What are you yelling at?" He Sangu frowned and stepped forward to greet him.
"Hurry and close the door!" Uncle He locked the door behind him as soon as he entered, his expression extremely ugly.
"Why are you panicking? Why did you come back so early today?"
"There is a madman on the street. He is holding a long knife and is going from house to house! I think he seems to have come here. Aren't I worried about you?"
He Sangu laughed: "Ah? What's wrong with this?"
I also laughed and said nothing. He was probably just a madman.
At this time, He Ben, who had been chopping firewood in the backyard, also came out to join in the fun: "I guess I didn't see anything good." When he said this, his eyes inadvertently glanced at me. I grinned at him, and he quickly looked away.
.Who doesn’t know the thoughts of this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy? But what can he do if he knows?
While we were talking, we heard bursts of commotion outside the door approaching us from far and near. Uncle He was shocked: "Listen to the noise, it seems that they are really coming to our place."
He Ben, who looked relaxed just now, turned pale now, and pushed his mother and I into the back room: "Hurry and hide, the girl is pretty, don't let him catch her!"
He was just a madman. I didn't think it was that scary at first, but the young and old people kept exaggerating the terrifying atmosphere. I had no choice but to cooperate obediently and was stuffed into the closet by He Sangu and He Ben.
Even if it's the middle of winter and it's not too hot, hiding in such a small space where I can't see my fingers is unbearably oppressive. As time passes, my patience is gradually beginning to wear thin.
The funny encounters wore off.
Just as I was about to push open the cabinet door and go out, I heard a loud noise from outside - "Bang!" I guessed that the door was probably kicked open by someone. I couldn't help but wonder, it was a lunatic who got it, otherwise who would be so helpless?
Quality, my sister beat him all over the floor! Oh no, I am now a weak girl who has just recovered from a serious illness. I am no longer the detective sister who used to kick people in the face as soon as she raised her foot! Impulse is the devil, this
Something to keep in mind in the future.
Although there was only a gap in front of me in my field of vision, I could still hear the chaotic footsteps outside through the door panel and feel the panic of my family.
The house was not that big, and footsteps came far and near, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the house I was currently in. I could just widen the gap between the door panels slightly, enough to see what was happening outside.
But the first thing that hit me through the crack in the door was the strong smell of sweat, which almost killed me. I finally covered my nose and looked out, and saw a tall figure blocking all my sight...
This back figure has long hair that reaches his waist, but is spread freely behind his back. Judging from the quality and quantity of his hair, he should have the physique of a young man. It's a pity that this guy hasn't combed his hair in a few years, otherwise in this age
, who can have more tangled dreadlocks than "Brother Sharp"? But that's not what surprised me. What really shocked me, or rather, made me sad, was this.
The person's clothes are not as poor and shabby as ordinary madmen, let alone rich clothes, but they are dressed in white mourning.
No one responded for a long time, but suddenly, a strange voice came into my ears through the door panel: "You have a girl at home." The voice was neither high nor low, neither deep nor thin, as clean and sharp as a feather passing a knife, and
, it is obvious that he used an affirmative tone.
I looked out curiously against the crack of the door, and saw him with his back to me, picking up a rouge box from the corner table. It seemed that this madman was not stupid. At least he could identify the color of the rouge, and it was probably a young girl.
Just dare to use it.
"Uh... No, it's just my mother. She's just a big girl." He Ben explained in a panic. He must have regretted that he bought such an extra thing on the street and gave it to me. I didn't want it.
I don’t like to use pink at all, and I’m bedridden, so I can’t think of applying rouge. Of course He Sangu wouldn’t use such a delicate color.
"Yes...this is mine...my..." He Sangu also quickly helped.
The mad man didn't speak anymore, and I couldn't see his expression at this moment. But he put the rouge back casually, and then focused his attention on other parts of the room, such as... the wardrobe behind him.
When he turned around to face me, I suddenly found that my heartbeat had skipped a few beats. It wasn't because of fear, and it wasn't like in the TV series, when I look back and the madman turns into a god.
His front looks even more miserable than his back. His clothes are stained and stained, his sleeves are badly worn, and the tips of his shoes are even more torn, with two or three toes exposed. (To be continued)