The lion dance team was very long, and there were many people stopping to watch on the street. Yanzhi took a few steps back to avoid it, but he didn't expect anyone in the crowd to rush out. Yanzhi happened to run into it.

Yanzhi is no longer the same skill as before, and she has long since had the ability to be a mass grave. She could not control her strength and fell back into the crowd and hit a man's arms. The man was also knocked back by her and hit the stall behind her before she could barely stabilize. The owner of the shop behind exclaimed as if he was scared. The crowd became more and more noisy, and he blamed the person who came.

Yanzhi looked at the familiar Su Jian Qingshan in front of her, and felt that the noise was far away from her all at once. She could hear their voices but felt that it was very light and far away.

The man had a faint fresh air, gentle and clean. He held the rouge in one hand and held her steadily.

Yanzhi heard him speak to the people around her, and it was so close to her from the top of her head. She felt a little dizzy and her mind sank. It was not that she had a lot of it, but that she didn't believe that there were such a clever thing in the world. He took Yanzhi to a place where there were few people in the world.

There were many fewer people in this place. There was a stall on the corner of the street, and the table was filled with things made of wood. An old man sat in front of the stall, holding wood carvings. This place was a bit far from the most lively place. In addition, the street was full of novel things, so what was so strange about carving a few pieces of wood? So few people were wandering too much here.

There was also the sound of lion dancing on the street beating and drums. Yanzhi looked up and saw that it was him.

Yanzhi's legs were a little weak, it wasn't that she was useless, but she had the same temperament when she was young, and I don't know what's going on now?

Yanzhi thought for a moment, then said unaware of it: "Thank you, young master."

He glanced at her and said after a moment, "Walk carefully backwards." Then he walked past her and walked behind her.

The sound of running water splashing jade tasted a little desolation and desolation.

Yanzhi turned around and watched him walk further and further away slowly in the night, wondering whether he had recognized himself. When he retracted his gaze, he saw a few drops of blood on the ground. She looked along the blood, and the blood was winding along the direction he was walking. Could it be the blood on his body?

The old man carved with wood was stunned when he saw Yanzhi facing the blood on the ground, and said, "Girl, that young man just now has a good temper. He didn't blame you for having such a big cut in his hand. Now, people should be careful when they go out on the street. Just now, they almost hit the pointed wooden stake on the stall behind him."

Yanzhi looked in the direction of Ye Rongzhi leaving when she heard this, and felt a little uncomfortable. He saved herself. The first thought she saw the blood was to guess him with the evil of human hearts.

She had been his master, the birthday that had not been given to him, and had promised to take care of him all his life, but came to the world but ignored her. She had lost her promise and treated him badly.

I don't know if he saw the lanterns all over the mountain. Those lanterns were more delicate and beautiful than those on the street. They were moved from an extremely prosperous tomb of the dead. The ghost guarding the tomb of the dead was extremely... they talked a lot and talked nonsense. Maybe they haven't seen a long time ago. When she saw her coming, she would say everything she said, and her ears were almost ruined in the tomb. Now, after so many years, she has forgotten how she was in doing these things back then.

She only knew that he was very good at treating her when he was young, but now she wanted to refuse to recognize her. It would be nothing if he didn't remember it, but if he really remembered it, it would be a bit cruel to him...

Yanzhi unconsciously followed the blood, and when he arrived at the dark alley, the blood disappeared. The alley was deep and quiet, with only faint moonlight faintly penetrated, and the silence around him was terrible.

The bustling street in Gangtou seemed to be separated from this place. In a trance, I remembered the ghost in the mass grave. Although it seemed like a different world from her, she remembered the ghost's gloomy and strange temperament. The first time she saw the ghost was in such an atmosphere. He was torturing a few ghosts at that time, grinding away the souls of those ghosts little by little. If Yanzhi had not been avoided quickly, she would have been no longer there.

She was standing in the alley now and remembered that day that day, she felt cold all over her body. She was taking a few steps back but saw a shadow on the ground covering her. She was shocked and turned around and saw Ye Rongzhi behind her.

Yanzhi took a big step back and looked at him with vigilance.

Ye Rongzhi looked at her silently. The blood on his arms soaked the thin blue sleeves, slid down his fingertips, and fell to the ground drop by drop, feeling guilty in his heart.

She was silent for a moment, lowered her head and took off the purse on her waist, and handed it over: "I hope the young master will not care about it."

Ye Rongzhi lowered his eyelashes and looked at the purse in her hand. The ink blue purse made her fingers look fair and white. There was a box of rouge embroidered on the top of the purse, and the pattern on the box was carved with flowers. It was small and exquisite. Although the embroiderer was not a skillful craftsman, he had a unique idea.

Seeing that he looked at the purse but didn't reach out to take it, Yanzhi thought that his face was thin and not easy to take it. So she walked closer to him and wanted to stuff the purse into his other intact hand: "Young Master was injured in order to help me, so I can only do my best to do my best. I hope you don't blame me."

Ye Rongzhi looked at her meaningfully, reached out and pushed her back to the purse. He sighed, "The girl is kind-hearted to accept it." Finally, he paused: "If the girl really feels sorry, it's better to bandage it. It's a bit difficult to come with the next hand. Here is only a few steps away from giving up."

Seeing that he was so guilty, Yanzhi felt very guilty, so she agreed.

He smiled slightly and turned to lead the way. The thin blue ridge skewered slightly as he walked around, with a few drops of bright red blood on it. At first glance, it seemed to embroider the red plum in early spring February. The originally clean and elegant robe added a bit of charm. It naturally gave him a bit of feminine temperament, which made him look square in temperament and did not show any feminine spirit at all. The gentleness and elegance naturally contained a bit of elegance.

After passing the narrow and dark alley, there were two paths on both sides of the end, which was well connected. The path ahead suddenly became clear, with rows of small households on both sides, and the gates were closed for each door. Perhaps the night market was lively, so I went to Nanchang Street.

The alley in Gangtou was narrow, and it was inevitable that the two of them would be more crowded when they walked side by side. Now his son's road became much wider. He slowed down and looked at Yanzhi who was walking side by side with apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, the girl is here."

"Young master, you're welcome. It's what I should have done."

After a few more steps, Ye Rongzhi stopped in front of a courtyard. The wooden door was not locked. He stepped forward a few steps and reached out and pushed it open, and turned sideways to let Yanzhi advance.

Yanzhi stepped forward a few steps into the courtyard. Although the yard was a bit old, it was clean. But it was hard to see clearly at night and it was pitch black. Yanzhi was inexplicably panicked when she stood in the yard.

Ye Rongzhi stood at the door and saw her hesitating, but did not close the door. He said gentlely to Yanzhi: "Miss, wait for a moment." He turned around and went into the house. Soon, the lights were on in the house. He took out a lamp and a wooden basket from the house, put white cloth and scissors for bandaging the wounds, and placed them on the wooden table in the yard. He lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a deep bone-deep wound on his elbow and smiled apologetically at Yanzhi, "You can bandage it casually, girl."

Such a behavior is extremely caring for Yanzhi. Seeing that his wound was so deep, Yanzhi was still at a loss, so she hurriedly stepped forward to take a closer look. She couldn't help but frown and said, "Don't you really want to see the doctor with such a deep wound?"

He lowered his head and looked at the wound, disapprovingly saying: "Injuries that killed life in early years are common, and this small injury is not worth mentioning."

Yanzhi saw that the corner of his mouth was smiling, but there was a bit of loneliness in his eyes. He knew that he was suffering when he was young, and he didn't know how he came through these years. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. But these were all fates. She was like a human being and didn't have anything to do with, so she cleaned the wounds and bandaged them up without saying a word.

After bandaging the wound, Yanzhi sat down for a moment and stood up to say goodbye. As soon as he left, Yanzong might have found her. It was really hard to stay for too long, even though she and Ye Rongzhi had not seen each other for several years.

Ye Rongzhi picked up a lantern from the courtyard, "This alley is remote, I'll take the girl all the way."
Chapter completed!