Song Huiyue's rebuttal had no impact on Zhang Xutang.
He leaned back and said patiently: "It's just that you haven't noticed it yet, but you will find it out soon. You, like me, are both alien."
Having said this, he stretched and stood up: "It won't take long before you will stand with me, just the two of us."
Then he took a step toward the door: "That's it for today."
Song Huiyue stood up suddenly: "Where is Yin Xiao?"
Zhang Xutang noticed the anxiety and uneasiness in her words, and couldn't help but look at her for a long time, and finally asked strangely: "It's just a nursing home, why do you care so much?"
Song Huiyue was not only concerned, she was almost going crazy with anxiety, because Yin Xiao would not disappear for no reason, and if he disappeared suddenly, something might have happened.
But Zhang Xutang couldn’t tell clearly: “Did you catch him?”
Zhang Xutang shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me. With his skills, if I want to capture him from you, I am afraid that all the Zhang family's dead men will have to come out. Now there is not even a tile in your house broken, so it has nothing to do with me. Maybe
He should have left on his own."
After that, he walked out of the door, as if he really came here just to eat, drink and talk, and he didn't drag anyone out to kill, nor did he intend to set fire to it.
Watching him walk out of the Song family's door, Song Huiyue's back was already wet with sweat - in broad daylight, she could tease Zhang Xutang, but in the dead of night, at home, and Yin Xiao was not there yet, she did not dare to make a move.
When Aunt Lin behind the window saw that Zhang Xutang was really gone, her legs went weak and she knelt down on the ground. Tears flowed out of her own accord - why was Zhang staring at the little lady?
Mrs. Song's heart dropped a little, and she wanted to go out to talk to Yin Junyuan, but she saw Yin Junyuan walking to the back room and pushing open the door of Song Hui's room.
The outside of Song Hui's house was empty and tidy, with a bed, two re-oiled camphor wood boxes, and a wooden figure that was almost falling apart. Other than that, there was nothing else of mine.
The bedding under the bed was spread very evenly, with no wrinkles at all. Zhang Xutang stepped down and stretched out his hand to feel the coldness underneath.
Did Song Hui sleep outside tonight?
You turn to open a box. Outside the box are clothes from seven seasons. They are also neatly folded and there are no traces of being taken away.
There is not a big money box outside, and the money box is also made of camphor wood. The year Song Hui came to the Song family, Mrs. Song made two boxes for me to put clothes in. A piece of board was missing, and I made the big money box.
The small box was repainted, but the big box was not. The red paint underneath was mottled, but the lock was shiny. It could be seen that money was withdrawn and withdrawn frequently.
Yin Junyuan took out the money box and put it under the bed. When he opened it, he saw a stack of small and large silver notes, seven or seven large silver coins, and a dozen copper coins.
Under the bank note was a piece of oil paper wrapped in hawthorn sticks, with the following words: "My dear lady, here's the money for you, you go."
There was no pen in the paintings of the Song Dynasty. The writing was done with sticks of burned firewood outside the stove. Once the sticks of firewood touched the hands, the hands became white, so there were still a few messy finger prints under the oiled paper.
Zhang Xutang stood frozen on the spot, there was a "buzzing" sound outside his ears, his heart gradually beat wildly, sometimes slowly and sometimes faster, his hands and feet became cold, and his mind was in a mess, unable to think.
Did Song Hui really leave on his own?
You don't think about anything for a moment, so you just pick up your feet and walk away.
I walked out of the door in small steps. The street was empty and there was no one around. Crickets were howling wildly late at night, which made people upset.
"Song Hui?"
No one responded, only your voice echoed. You suddenly thought of the pier and hurriedly ran down the pier.
Because you are running so fast, the blood keeps pouring down your head. Your brain has simply lost its function. All movements are subconscious. The wind is blowing on your feet as you run, and the old gauze shirt underneath you blows up into a pea-green color in the wind.
fog.
Under the pier is the silence of Tianning Festival. There are only a few lights here and there. The ships are moored in the water and there is no movement, and there are no ships to load cargo. You stumble over and run over, your breath is messy, and the sound of shouting is
He was also shivering.
"Song Hui? Song Hui!"
There was no response, but one after another under the boat, no one raised their head to look at the silence.
There were no tears in Yin Junyuan's eyes, and her voice was crying. Those probing eyes made you forget about her, and you just wanted to find Song Hui.
You opened your eyes narrowly, trying to see the movement of water marks on the river. There was a lump of air in your throat, breathing out and swallowing, but your heart was beating violently, all calling Song Hui's name.
After seeing everything, you ended up shouting to the people watching the silence below the boat: "Have they ever seen a... such a lowly husband?"
You hurriedly gestured at Song Hui's height: "He's wearing a soap coat! He's wearing everything!"
The people under the boat answered you in a confused manner, with voices rising and falling. Yin Junyuan listened for a moment and heard whether there was any passenger ship leaving late tonight.
You lowered your head dejectedly and shuffled back. When you reached Xiaoxiangguo Temple, you stood at the mountain gate and called "Yin Jun" again.
Someone still responded, you can only continue walking until you reach Prince Jin's Mansion.
King Jin had already gotten up and was preparing to go to court. He was eating something to cushion himself behind the table. Once he went to court, he still knew that he would have to stand for a long time and would inevitably get hungry.
When I heard Du Lan say that Zhang Xutang was here, I was surprised. I quickly wiped my mouth with a handkerchief and asked Huang Ting to carry all the leftovers from the table up, bring cold milk and steamed cakes, and take some tops and bottoms.
The futou with its feet spread out was replaced by a jade crown.
As soon as they finished packing, Zhang Xutang had already arrived at the door.
King Jin frowned when he saw that you were in such a state of despair that your shoes and clothes were all covered with mud, your hair was messed up and fluffy under your head, and there was a small rip under the shoulders of your gauze shirt.
Immediately I waved to you as if nothing was wrong: "Have you had breakfast?"
Yin Junyuan answered the question incorrectly, his eyes were dull: "Song Hui..."
Then you cried with despair and lowered your voice: "Song Hui is gone!"
Tears rolled out of your eyes and you choked.
Song Hui has met.
Outside of your heart, Song Hui is still this thin and frail child. When he first got home, he gave me a piece of candy. I kept moving forward as if I was frightened, until I entered the corner, and never dared to open my mouth.
Because in my life, only those who have made great achievements can "sweeten" their mouths. Every time I eat candy, it is sweet in my mouth, but full of bloody smell. Every time I chew a mouthful, it tastes sweet.
It's like chewing the flesh and blood of the innocent.
Zhang Xutang still knew about my nightmare at this time and pushed me into the corner. Song Hui clumsily agreed: "Yes, yes, yes..."
You endured it and stuffed the candy out of my mouth, then reached out and covered Song Hui's mouth, allowing me to spit it in.
Yin Jun was startled, and his phoenix eyes turned into round eyes. He knew how to resist, but he just held the candy out of his mouth as if he was resigned to his fate. He moved his lips heavily in the palm of Zhang Xutang's hand, showing that he was eating the candy carefully.
Before finishing eating, Yin Junyuan let go of his hand, and the aroma of white caramel filled his palms. You looked at Song Hui and asked, "Sweet or sweet?"
Song Hui was determined that time and nodded directly: "Sweet."
Song Hui, who dares to eat even sweets, where did she go?