It was probably around the middle of the night when dark clouds came from nowhere and covered the sky and the moon, and soon it started to rain heavily.
Raindrops gathered into thin streams and trickled down from the eaves. Suddenly, lightning flashed through the paper windows, making the room flicker and darken.
Zhong Ling was awakened by another thunder. She opened her hazy sleepy eyes and saw the light of an oil lamp coming through the front room.
Zhong Ling took a coat and wrapped it around her body, then quietly put on her shoes and went to the ground. She also took a green Liuyun jacket with her and walked out of the inner room.
At this moment, Shi Jin was still sitting alone at the table. Zhong Ling could only see his back, slightly bent, writing something.
Zhong Ling walked up behind Shi Jin, gently put clothes on him, and then sat quietly on a stool nearby, looking at Shi Jin with a pair of sleepy big eyes.
Shi Jin glanced at Zhong Ling, smiled at her, and said: "Ling'er, the thunder has startled you, right?" Seeing her sitting down with her clothes on, he felt a little distressed in his heart, looked at her and said: "Don't be afraid,
I'm here to guard you. It's cold outside, so go to sleep."
Zhong Ling smiled and shook her head lightly, just watching him write.
Shi Jin kept writing and said to himself: "You were most afraid of thunder when you were a child. I heard your mother say that whenever there is thunder on a rainy night, you have to ask your mother to accompany you, and you still drag the quilt tightly.
It hurts your mother's hand." Then she laughed.
Zhong Ling's face turned slightly red when she heard him talk about her childhood. When she raised her face to look at his face, Shi Jin happened to look over, and just like that, their eyes locked with each other.
"Ling'er, you know, ever since I heard what your mother said that day, I have secretly remembered it in my heart and vowed that I will be by your side like this on rainy nights in the future."
Listening to Shi Jin's confession, Zhong Ling clearly saw herself in Shi Jin's dark eyes against the light of the oil lamp. At this moment, the warm current flowed out of her heart from nowhere. She just felt that at this moment, it was frozen.
I would rather live a monotonous life.
Zhong Ling was moved and hugged Shi Jin's waist. Those strong muscles were the unique physique of a mature man. At this moment, she thought of the Nine Dragons tattoo on Shi Jin's back. Although it showed its domineering teeth and claws, it was the most domineering in her heart.
The embodiment of security.
Just as they were hugging each other, a series of sudden footsteps sounded on the house, and the sound of splashing rain was particularly clear.
Shi Jin's ears were very sensitive, how could he not notice such a big movement. He quickly let go of Zhong Ling, took the Panlong Stick from the stick stand on the wall and held it in his hand.
Taking advantage of the situation, he pulled Zhong Ling to the corner of the room and hid it. Faced with the astonishment on Zhong Ling's face, he raised his slender index finger to his lips as a sign of silence. Then he put out the oil lamp with a wave of his sleeves and jumped up with a stick.
Go outside.
Zhong Ling was hiding in the corner of the house and paused when she heard the footsteps on the eaves. At this time, Dalang called out "come here", but no one answered in this huge Shaohua Mountain.
Dalang's voice was a bit louder: "Zhu Wu - Chen Da - Yang Chun!"
Except for the sound of wind and rain beating leaves through the forest, Shaohua Mountain was as silent as a long-abandoned house.
Zhong Ling could only hear her husband running around outside, shouting, but no one answered her. Her heart gradually became cold, she hugged her body tightly with her hands, and couldn't help but huddle in the dark room, feeling that her sweet home just now,
At this moment, more and more gloomy and strange things emerged.
Where have everyone gone? What happened?
Zhong Ling didn't understand. Now she just regretted that she didn't hold Da Lang and let him go out.
There was another flash of lightning, and the dark shadows of several people jumped down from the house and were cast on the paper window. Zhong Ling was shocked when she looked at it. Before she could recover, earth-shattering thunder rolled from far to near in an instant.
As soon as the thunder subsided, Shi Jin's shouts were heard in the courtyard, followed by the sound of swords. And the rain seemed to fall even harder, pounding against the eaves, stone steps, and the ground...
Zhong Ling's hands were tightly clenched and she was holding on to the hem of her clothes. But not long after, the howling of the wind and rain was followed by painful screams. Zhong Ling became even more frightened and covered her ears with her hands.
But it was useless, everything was in vain. The sound of rain became more and more urgent, the sound of footsteps became more and more fierce, the sound of fighting became more and more violent, and the screams became more and more miserable... everything seemed like a ghost.
The ground clung to her tightly and wouldn't let go. Like the flood from a broken embankment, it poured into her ears ferociously and without any scruples, hitting her eardrums painfully.
Zhong Ling just felt that she couldn't bear it anymore in her heart and could no longer hold on. The suffocating hallucination was getting stronger and stronger. The world was becoming more and more blurred by the rain, and her consciousness was wandering on the edge of collapse.
time.
Everything became quiet in an instant. There was no more wind and rain, no more killing, everything was quiet.
What Zhong Ling heard was gasping, a vague inhalation, and a violent heartbeat that spread from her chest throughout her body.
She reluctantly cheered up, mustered up all her courage, and stood up. For some reason, her body was so heavy that she couldn't even move.
What's going on...
Zhong Ling shook her head slightly, wanting to get rid of the pain. But the suffocating feeling was so strong. She really wanted to give up, just letting go of her will and following her destiny would be more comfortable than such torture.
But, Dalang, where are you...you...have to be well...
Zhong Ling bit her pale lips and finally moved to the door. She paused. Dalang was outside, right outside. Zhong Ling begged like this. After thinking about it, she used the last bit of strength in her body to knock the door open.
The moment the door opened in front of her, Zhong Ling's eyes suddenly widened, and her face turned pale without a trace of blood.
In front of her, kneeling was Shi Jin.
His body was bleeding from all his orifices, and his body was left intact. Three plain knives were inserted into the back with the Nine Dragons tattooed on it, and the blades were exposed from the chest. The thick black blood was dripping along the tips of the knives, ticking, ticking, and fell on the stone steps in front of the threshold.
superior.
The person is obviously very cold.
Dalang——!
"Miss! Miss!"
The two maids heard the sound and hurriedly ran in from the outer room. They looked at Zhong Ling who sat up in shock and turned pale. They hurriedly handed over the hot towel and lowered their bodies, stroking Zhong Ling's back and wiping the sweat from their master's forehead.
.And the other one also brought a bowl of tea at this moment and was waiting on the side.
Zhong Ling took a breath, calmed down, and then looked at her current location. She didn't know what time it was. It was dark outside, but she was still sleeping on the bed in her house.
It turned out to be a dream...
Zhong Ling took the tea, took a sip, suppressed her shock, forced a smile on her face and said to the maids: "I've also shocked you to sleep, don't worry about me, go back to sleep."
The two little maids took the cups and saucers, smiled, and said, "Miss, if you have anything, just call us. We'll watch over you."
I will stay by your side like this on rainy nights from now on.
At this moment, Zhong Ling remembered what Shi Jin said again. She couldn't help but feel sadness welling up in her heart. Sparkling tears rolled in front of her eyes, and she tightly closed her lips and nodded.
After the two maids left, Zhong Ling lay down again and went to sleep. Thinking about the dream just now, she looked at the top of the couch with her big eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep anymore.
Is Dalang resting in Houzhuang now... Dalang, don't blame dad, he is also good for Shijiazhuang, but you can't feel it yet... I have to leave early tomorrow morning, but I don't know where to go, you
Do you know how much I miss you, but... I really can't leave my parents behind... But Da Lang, you must take care of yourself... I will always wait for you