At that moment, Shang Yu lifted Yu Niao with one hand, turned around, and stepped up three steps in one breath.
Yu Niao subconsciously hugged Shang Yu's waist with both hands, and their bodies were close to each other. She could hear his rapid heartbeat, and smelled the faint fragrance of grapefruit on his body.
He lowered his head and tapped the top of her head with his chin. Sensing her fear, he did not push away immediately, but waited for her to take the initiative to let go.
"I'm sorry, I talked too much and didn't notice the danger at my feet. I almost caused you and me to die together."
Yu Niao was very upset and looked ashamed.
Shang Yu didn't blame her, "Hold your sleeves, don't hold me back!"
She raised her eyes to meet his cold eyes, which were looking into a well with no bottom. They were not the same as before, but she couldn't explain why. She raised her lips and nodded with a smile.
Cracks have their own patterns, and they start to cause trouble at certain intervals.
No one dared to greet each other, tease each other, or take a rest.
Even if their bodies gave out silent pain and warnings, they gritted their teeth, gasped and stepped out, stepping onto the transparent steps one after another.
Yu Niao was even more like this. Her hands holding the sleeves were dripping with sweat and she was about to fall to the ground several times. She held on and warned herself not to hold Shang Yu back.
Everyone hummed and trudged forward slowly, interspersed with bursts of crying.
The crying sound was still very clear a second ago, probably due to the dizziness and tinnitus, which was making a buzzing sound in Yu Niao's head.
The palms of her hands were wet over and over again, and for a moment they became slippery. When she opened her palms again, she only caught air.
Fortunately, Shang Yu discovered it quickly and immediately helped Yu Niao up from the ground, carrying her on his back and continuing up the steps.
"Put me down. I still have the strength to walk on my own."
Shang Yu said nothing, gritted his teeth, raised his feet, put his feet down, and then raised his feet again.
"You idiot, I know you are exhausted a long time ago, let me down."
Shang Yu's chest rose and fell greatly when he breathed, and the sweat on his forehead fell into his eyes. He was afraid that the drops would fall when he wiped his eyes, so he forced himself to run faster.
"I'll help you." Qin Ming couldn't stand it, and held Yu Niao's feet with both hands to reduce Shang Yu's burden.
At the same time, Ding Zhen started to get up using his hands and feet. His eyes fell on the backs of his hands and found that they had become wrinkled and rough. When he thought about getting up again, his waist felt as if someone had sharpened it with a knife, and his face hurt.
The wrinkles on my face are all bunched up.
Zhang Heng was startled and asked with a stuck voice: "Brother, when did you become an uncle?"
Ding Zhen hooked her waist and felt a little comfortable. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Heng, "You are not the same. Your face is like a Shar-Pei dog."
The two of them looked back together, and saw that a group of young men turned into gray-haired men, and the beautiful women turned into old ladies with sullen mouths and ravaged faces.
If you don't carefully look at the facial features and listen to the voice, you will hardly recognize who the other is.
Yu Niao, Shang Yu and Qin Ming, who were at the back, looked at each other for a few seconds, feeling suspicious and bitter in their hearts.
At this time, the crack was nearly fifty or sixty meters away from them.
"I can't carry you, old lady, anymore."
Shang Yu was afraid that the curls would crush his old body, which could be buried directly, but he had no choice but to surrender to the years.
Yu Niao looked at Shang Yu, whose sparse white hair was fluttering in the wind, and opened his mouth to smile. The cold wind penetrated into his mouth and flew between his teeth. His teeth were so cold that his whole body shivered.
"Look, they seem to have discovered something. Let's go up quickly."
After Qin Ming finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to help Yu Niao, but saw her hunched over, grabbing Shang Yu's baseball jersey sleeves and walking slowly.
After walking up the last steps, the three of them felt like they were about to return home.
Ding Zhen and Qiu Yali sat on the ground to rest. It could be seen that everyone felt the same.
Yu Niao leaned against Shang Yu, taking a breath while looking around with her aging eyes.
It's obviously winter here. The sycamore trees on both sides of the bumpy asphalt road are bare, with bits of residual snow hanging on them, and the ground is covered with yellow leaves and dead branches.
Unnamed bushes were hung with black fruits that were rotten, dried, or covered in snow.
There is only one road, no street signs, no buildings, and no other life.
According to what the red book says, leave the transparent steps and go to the right.
After resting enough, Yu Niao and Shang walked in the same direction as planned. Qin Ming followed closely behind.
Ding Zhen and Qiu Yali exchanged glances, got up with difficulty, and followed.
The others followed one after another.
He Ye and Han Che walked to the other end of the road. They walked far away, but they felt no confidence in their hearts. Water drops kept dripping from their heads.
Looking up, there was nothing in the sky, no wind, and the parasol trees on both sides made a rustling sound.
"Should we go back to find them?" Han Che said softly, dressed as a woman, and could not help but curl his orchid fingers when speaking.
He also had a bad temper. He found rocks and threw them to both sides, but nothing happened.
"If there is a dead end over there, or if you encounter something, you will regret it."
Han Che shook his head and clicked his tongue, "I remembered, that book seems to say that we should go that way. Whether you believe it or not, I'm leaving anyway."
Suddenly He Ye was the only one left. He felt something dripping down again, and when he grabbed it, he saw it was blood.
Then a steady stream of blood beads fell down.
He didn't waste a second and ran back quickly.
Hearing the sound, Han Che turned around and saw He Ye running quickly. He thought he was being chased by some monster, so he started running without thinking, until he saw a Chinese-style villa towering into the clouds and slowly stopped.
The villas are basically decorated with sea-blue tiles of high and low heights, light gray bricks as decoration, and white walls.
A nearby villa also has its own spacious courtyard, which is equipped with a grape vine trellis and a set of rattan chairs.
If He Ye hadn't seen Ding Zhen and the others turning around to call Han Che out of the corner of his eye, he would have wanted to get close to the hollow black lacquered gold-edged door and take a closer look inside.
"What are you all standing here for?" He Ye did not read a single word of the red book carefully.
At the front of the team is Qiu Yali, followed by Ding Zhen, Qin Ming, Yu Niao, Shang Yu.
They must go through the procedures for admission to a nursing home.
There is only one window, which is only half open, and the hand sticking out from inside is a rabbit hand.
He Ye and Han Che stood on tiptoes but could not see the faces of the Rabbit employees clearly, so they had no choice but to stand at the end of the line and ask Liu Yanyu.
"Shh, the rabbit is irritable. It's best not to speak if you don't want to."
Liu Yanyu was actually trying to scare them. She just wanted to be quiet. When they asked her, the rabbit face reappeared in her mind.
Call it a rabbit, it has human facial features.
Let's call it human. It has a pair of dark gray rabbit ears, short hair all over its body, and a tuft of tail.
Two unrelated things are put together, and the more you look at them, the more frightened you become.
"The person who has completed the process will go to the villa numbered 101 to find the dean, the next one."
The rabbit employee had long eyelashes and quickly looked up and said, "Give me the red book."
"Okay, wait a moment." Yu's curly hands fumbled in his pockets, but found nothing. "Sorry, do you need a red book?"