[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

The house collapsed and was no longer habitable. Song Ci An Qiang walked over and lifted up the top layer of broken wooden boards that had been broken into pieces of soil.

The two little rabbits were alert and got into the corner when the house shook and collapsed. Song Cian opened a relatively large piece of gravel and saw two little pitiful animals huddled together tremblingly. They were not injured, but there was a layer of dust on the white hair on their backs. It should have been caused by the collapse of the house. raised dust.

After smelling Song Cian's familiar scent, the two dirty buns ran to Song Cian's legs one after another and squeezed together.

……

"General." Yan Weijia and Yan Weiyi knocked on the door, opened the door and walked in after receiving Shi Yu's permission.

"How's it going? Has the letter been delivered?" Shi Yu put down the white piece he was holding on to. In front of him was a black and white chess game, fighting among the square and round star formations.

"General!" Yan Weijia knelt down, his tone more solemn, "When we arrived, we found that the courtyard of Song Gongzi's house had collapsed long ago. In the courtyard... there were still several corpses of Wu people on display. Song Gongzi... Life or death unknown.”

Yan Weiyi, who was standing aside, also made the same gesture and added, "We asked around and Mr. Song has never appeared again since the heavy rain when we left."

"They speculate that Mr. Song may have been captured by the Wu people, but we think Mr. Song may have just left this place."

Shi Yu's body trembled, and the black piece in his hand fell on the chessboard with a clang, disrupting the well-played chess game.

In just a moment, Shi Yu came back to his senses and adjusted himself, playing with the already somewhat messy chessboard carefully, "Where is Qingshui Town? Have you checked it?"

"Go back to the general, after the investigation in the village failed, the two of us came back first to report to you that Wei Bing is leading other brothers to investigate in Qingshui Town." Yan Weijia said.

Shi Yu nodded and lowered his eyelashes so that people could not see his emotions clearly, but if you look carefully, you can see his trembling hands.

"General, I have a letter." The soldier outside the door reported with the letter he had just taken from the pigeon's feet.

Shi Yu walked around the table to the front and took the letter. It was from... Yan Weibing.

……

Shi Yu looked for the address on the letter and found this elegant teahouse with overhanging eaves and cliffs. This is exactly that person's style, Shi Yu thought to himself.

But there were not many people in the teahouse at this time, perhaps because they had heard rumors of recent unrest on the border. There were few pedestrians traveling on the street, and some were just people driving horse-drawn carriages dragging their belongings to move out of Qingshui Town to avoid the war.

"Master, please come here." The waiter on the side put down his things when he saw the guest coming, and hurriedly came to greet the guest, "What kind of tea do you want to drink? The tea we have here is the best."

Before coming, Shi Yu used powder to cover the red mole between his eyebrows in order to hide it from others. Shi Yu's appearance is no different from that of a man. The red mole on his forehead that symbolizes a brother is covered up. Naturally, others cannot recognize that this is a brother in front of him.

Shi Yu followed the waiter into the lobby and said, "I'm looking for shopkeeper Zhang."

The waiter put away his sales talk and looked more solemn, "Our shopkeeper usually doesn't see outsiders. Can you recommend someone?"

Shi Yu nodded and said straight to the point, "Mr. Song."

"Please come over here." The waiter bent even lower, his tone full of respect, and he gave an order to the boy doing the job next to him. The boy put down the teapot in his hand and disappeared in a flash.

Walking out of the back door of the teahouse, and walking along the mottled stone road, you arrive at a simple and elegant pavilion. There is gurgling water flowing beside the pavilion, which is a good place. Shi Yu withdrew his gaze.

"Master, please wait a moment, our shopkeeper will be here soon." Shi Yu sat down, and the waiter immediately added a cup of hot tea, and the elegant fragrance of tea filled his nostrils.

It's just that Shi Yu didn't have much thought about drinking tea at this time. Before he got the whereabouts of Song Ci'an, Shi Yu's hanging heart never let go.

"Master Shi?" A thirty-year-old man walked from a distance, with a smile on his face and a hint of temptation in his tone.

After Shi Yu heard this, he turned around and saw a familiar face. This was the boy who often came up the mountain to deliver supplies and deliver messages when he was recuperating at Song Ci'an's place.

It's just that things have changed a lot now than before. It's true that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

When he saw Shi Yu's true appearance, shopkeeper Zhang paused and immediately saluted, "I didn't expect it was really Mr. Shi!"

Shi Yu nodded and waved his hand, "I learned from the letter that you have news about Mr. Song?"

"Yes, yes." Shopkeeper Zhang nodded quickly, "This is the message Mr. Song left for you." Shopkeeper Zhang carefully took out an unsigned envelope from his sleeve.

"Master Song has left Qingshui Town for Qingzhou a few days ago."

Now it has been more than a month since Shiyu left Song Cian. Due to the backlog of affairs and the Wu army eyeing him outside the city gate, Shiyu had no chance to go to Song Cian.

Now this time, because the frontline affairs have been dealt with, I am free. Wu Guo didn't know what happened, so they relaxed their vigilance and came to look for Song Cian.

Shi Yu opened the envelope and read it word by word from beginning to end, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

……

Song Ci'an struggled to wake up from her dream.

He once again dreamed of that bizarre dream. This was not the first time. He would dream of it in previous planes. But in recent days, my dreams have become more frequent, and the content of my dreams has become clearer.

In the dream, it felt like being in the clouds, like an illusion, but it really seemed to have happened. Song Ci'an couldn't help but recall carefully whether this was a memory that he had forgotten after experiencing it in that small world.

In the dream, someone seems to have been following Song Ci'an. They grew up together and experienced joy, anger, sorrow and joy together. The familiar face in the dream was definitely Song Ci'an's own, but the other face was always separated by a layer of gauze or a layer of mist, making it difficult to see it clearly.

That was a man, Song Ci'an was sure.

Song Ci'an couldn't see the face clearly in the dream. He only knew that throughout the dream, the face was smiling at him. The smile was beautiful and well-behaved, as bright as a spring flower.

But I don't know when it started, that man's face was dripping with tears, sad and miserable. A strong emotion surged into her heart, and Song Cian struggled to wake up.

The wheels ran over the stones on the road, and the whole car swayed, then immediately returned to stability, and voices of people talking could be heard outside the car.

The driver seemed to have been paying attention to Song Cian's situation. When he saw Song Cian woke up, he said, "Sir, are you awake? Qingzhou is ahead."

I saw mountain peaks on both sides, and in front was a convoy of people and horses lining up to enter the city. The checkpoints were strictly controlled and the moving speed was very slow.