The night breeze was blowing, and in the warm joy of Zhang's house, the momentum gradually weakened, and even the snow stopped falling.
Song Huiyue led Song Qinghui and kept walking away from people, passing through flowers and vegetation from time to time. However, after a moment, she stopped, her face changed, and she pulled Song Qinghui to squat down.
"elder sister?"
"Shh."
Song Huiyue hissed, but the next moment, the light of the sword suddenly arrived, flew past her scalp, and plunged straight into the white wall.
Her head suddenly dropped, she arched her back, lifted Song Qinghui up with both hands, and protected Song Qinghui under her body.
At the same time, she raised her head and saw that the person who was throwing the knife was coming at the same time as Hua Fuliu. He was probably afraid that she would run away, so he flew the knife in advance to scare her.
Song Huiyue thought a little and realized that Zhang Xutang had discovered her and wanted to chase her.
In this joyous atmosphere, it is best to arrest people secretly and not to make too much noise, otherwise it will not be a good thing to scare a room full of guests.
She subconsciously wanted to retreat to the empty place just now, but then she thought about it and straightened up instead, pulling Song Qinghui to stand up with her.
He wanted to escape, and he wanted to escape to a brightly lit place. He wanted to escape with such force that it caused a storm in the Zhang family.
She pulled Song Qinghui and ran away, with soldiers chasing her from all directions. She ran risking her life, taking long strides with her legs, eyes full of sparks, and her chest was full of breath, as if it was going to explode at any moment.
Under the moonlight and lights, Song Huiyue pulled Song Qinghui on a rampage. She wanted to go to Mrs. Zhang's yard, but Zhang Xutang intercepted her on the way, so she had to change direction and rush to the front hall.
However, the way to the front hall is also blocked.
She turned around and ran towards the back garden. When she reached the glass greenhouse, she stopped panting and stopped exhausting herself - she could see that Zhang Xutang was treating her like a monkey.
"Qinghui, don't be afraid." Song Huiyue hid Song Qinghui behind her. When she was talking, she realized that there was a smell of blood in her mouth.
Song Qinghui staggered and hid behind Song Huiyue, gave a short exclamation, and pointed at the glass greenhouse: "There!"
Zhang Xutang was in the glass greenhouse, with his face pressed against the glass and his eyes fixed on them.
The broken branches on the glass shone brightly under the firelight, reflecting Zhang Xutang's face in various colors. He broke off a different-colored camellia and inserted it into his ear. He opened and closed his mouth, and his voice was high-pitched and sharp.
came out from inside.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Lao Wei and Xiao Wei pushed the two Songs in together.
Song Qinghui had never seen such a large glass, and he looked at it quietly again and again. The blue, yellow, red and white colors shone delicately and softly, as dazzling and clean as a divine object.
Even if it is multiple pieces of colorful glass fragments recast together, it will not damage its beauty. Even the various patterns on it are divine.
However, in Song Huiyue's eyes, this beautiful and fragile thing was like an iron wall, trapping her upright.
What is indestructible is not the glass, but Zhang Xutang’s men and horses.
"Qinghui," Zhang Xutang waved to Song Qinghui, "come here, brother."
Song Qinghui shook his head: "I want a sister."
After running wildly, his eyes were a little dull and his hair was even more disheveled. However, when he looked up at Song Huiyue, he smiled contentedly again.
Zhang Xutang smiled and said: "If you don't obey me, your sister will suffer."
After saying that, he called to Xiao Wei and wanted to give Song Huiyue a little pain.
Xiao Wei's fist hit Song Huiyue's stomach, and she knocked Song Huiyue four or five steps away, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Song Qinghui suddenly let out a sharp scream. Because of fear and confusion, his voice trembled and tore, and finally turned into nothingness. Some broken memories suddenly appeared in his mind.
Those memories swarmed in and attacked him hard, making him squat on the ground holding his head, unable to think of anything.
The glass house turned upside down in his eyes and turned into a small house floating in the water. As the world was spinning, he once again shouted in despair: "Abba!"
While shouting, he slammed against the glass, trying to break the glass and create a path for the water outside to rush in and wash out all the mess.
Lao Wei grabbed him and threw him back.
Song Huiyue said nothing, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards Song Qinghui step by step.
She knelt down and hugged Song Qinghui in her arms: "Qinghui, it's my sister. My sister is here, don't be afraid."
Song Qinghui leaned his head on Song Huiyue's arm, his body was still shaking in panic, but his voice became softer: "Oh."
His whole body also became tired, his mind became slightly clearer, and he realized that he had been confused.
Don't be confused, it will mess up the house, frighten everyone, and grandma will cry secretly.
He felt that Song Huiyue was hugging him, stroking him, and still speaking gentle words to him, which made him even more frustrated.
Grandma said that my sister was working very hard, and he just made her work even harder.
Zhang Xutang looked at it and didn't understand why he went crazy at first. He burned his hand with lamp oil last time but he didn't lose control. After a while, he suddenly understood that Song Qinghui was afraid of seeing blood.
No wonder Song Huiyue insisted on sending this silly boy away that night.
If he hadn't been sent away, after the stimulation of that night's blood, this stupid boy would have gone completely crazy.
He smiled and continued to wave to Song Qinghui: "Qinghui, come here."
Song Qinghui crawled into Song Huiyue's arms, curled up into a ball as tall as he was, and shook his head in silence.
"If you don't obey me, I will have to make your sister suffer a little more."
"No!" Song Qinghui shouted in a tearful voice.
Zhang Xutang coaxed him gently: "So you have to be obedient. If you are obedient, I won't hurt your sister."
Song Qinghui stretched out his arms and hugged Song Huiyue: "No!"
Zhang Xutang's amiable smile disappeared and he took two steps forward: "Then dig out your sister's eyes first."
"No!" Song Qinghui stood up, "No, I'll be good and don't gouge out my sister's eyes."
"Then come here." Zhang Xutang's patience was about to run out.
Song Huiyue also stood up and touched Song Qinghui's hair, feeling gradually calmer.
After seeing Song Qinghui and knowing that he was here, living like a weed, she could feel at ease now.
"Sister, I still have something to do. I'll pick you up after I finish it."
Song Qinghui nodded: "You must come."
Song Huiyue whispered: "You have to eat more. If they don't give you food, just go to the kitchen and eat by yourself. Don't be afraid of others scolding you. Not being hungry is more important than anything else."
Song Qinghui carefully wrote down: "I ate a fish with Mimi today."
Song Huiyue's eyelashes trembled, and she pinched herself hard before calming down: "That Mimi is such a good cat."
"Yes," Song Qinghui became a little bit happy again, "It brought me a piece of meat yesterday, and it was so big."