What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

Li Xuewen failed to drive the car out.

Zhang Yihe curled up in the co-pilot, just crying, without saying a word.

She seemed to be trying to bury herself in the seat in order to absorb more warmth, or simply disappear from this world.

Her hesitant and helpless face was reflected on the car window, like an unprepared deer crashing into a fairy tale world.

This made Li Xuewen very upset, this was not what he wanted to see - she didn't look like a perpetrator, she was more like a victim.

He is good at dealing with all kinds of human spirits, but not like this, a girl who was forced to taste the ups and downs of the world without knowing the world.

It reminded him of himself.

He rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. The sparks flickered quietly in the darkness. The smell of nicotine in the white smoke made him calm down a lot.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, with an unshaven beard and black eyes, which was very different from the youthful appearance he remembered.

He thought sadly, I have also changed, I clearly understand that it is useless to anger this little girl, and even reversed the situation, but I still let the anger spread to another victim.

What's the use?No one will come back.

Li Xuewen suddenly muffled: "Don't you want to say something?"

Zhang Yihe rolled his eyes silently, then turned back again.Her childish little face was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but the numb silence revealed in her expression made people feel terrified and pitiful.

Li Xuewen repeated the question.

Zhang Yihe finally spoke, her voice was extremely hoarse, but she did not cry.

"say what?"

Li Xuewen strangled the cigarette butt angrily: "Anything."

"Then there's nothing to say."

"Is that the fucking attitude of yours?" Li Xuewen slammed his fist hard on the steering wheel, his voice raised, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you in one go?"

His outburst was within Zhang Yihe's expectation.She sneered at the reflection in the car window with disdain: "You won't. You killed me, it will only make your guilt and turmoil worse, and it will also make you farther away from the truth of the year..."

Li Xuewen's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the steering wheel, he gasped unbearably: "...don't talk to me."

Zhang Yihe rolled his eyes back.

After a long time, Li Xuewen started the car.

Toyota domineeringly made an arrogant and domineering bend, but Zhang Yihe knew—for no reason—she just knew that this was covering up his own inner sadness and anxiety.

Half an hour later, turn onto the highway.

This is not the way to the hotel that the Hu family reserved for the guests, Zhang Yihe frowned: "Where are you going?"

Li Xuewen sneered: "I thought you were dumb."

"I thought you weren't three years old."

The furious eyes met the calm eyes in the rearview mirror for a long time, and the former was discouraged.

"What the hell are you talking so much nonsense?" Li Xuewen gritted her teeth, "Go wherever I drive."

Before he finished speaking, there was a fork in the road ahead, Li Xuewen turned directly into it, and turned off the fire on the country road.He slammed the door of the car, walked around to the other one that was silent, and knocked on the window a few times.

There were a few knocks back and forth on the window.

Li Xue snorted and laughed: "Are you coming down by yourself or should I carry you down?"

The car door finally opened reluctantly, and Zhang Yihe stepped on the grass crookedly with her slender ankles, which made people worry that this fragile girl would not fall over with her foot. Li Xuewen couldn't help but help her, but was caught throw away.

Rabbit-like red eyes gouged him out, wrapped the thin sweater skirt tightly around his body, and looked around: "Where is this?"

Li Xuewen picked up a branch, made a way through the withered grass, and motioned for her to follow.

Zhang Yihe followed suspiciously, and glanced at the off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road from a distance: "Have you locked the car?"

"No. Just throw it away. I just don't bother to wait on him all day."

Zhang Yihe was speechless: "I don't feel sorry for losing it, but how can we go back?"

Li Xuewen turned around and sneered: "Could it be that you really want to attend Lao Shizi's funeral tomorrow?"

"Do not."

"Then it's over." Li Xuewen kicked away the fallen tree in front of him, "If you want me to say, go fuck it."

Zhang Yihe was puzzled by this, she squeezed the sleeves of her sweater tightly: "I thought, you have a good relationship with Grandma Hu?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Your family has a good relationship with the Hu family. You and She Lianhua also call each other sister and brother. Doesn't she recognize Hu Yancui as her grandma?" Zhang Yihe weighed her words. It was dizziness, "If I remember correctly, you and your brother lived in Hu's house for a while when they were young..."

Li Xuewen stopped suddenly.

He turned around abruptly and grabbed Zhang Yihe's slender wrist, which made the latter throw back his backhand uncontrollably. Unfortunately, the force was too weak, so he had to calm down.

"Listen," Li Xuewen sneered, "I don't want to find out why you, a layman, are so clear about the trivial matters of the Tao, but these relationships do not mean that I have to 'respect' that lady! "

Zhang Yihe looked at him quietly: "Because of what happened back then?"

Her words were still a lot vaguer, and she didn't touch the word that made him furious again.

How could she not understand?

In fact, the two confronting people can more or less piece together what happened that year from the fragments, but no one wants to admit it, thinking that there may be a turning point?

They should look away, accept the relief at the level of "righteousness", and regard the sacrifice of their family members as a great self-sacrifice, a tragic and necessary "lubricant" that is in line with the turning of historical gears.

But - if such a thing really happened to one's own family, who can really see it?

The saint is sad, will the saint's family be proud of it?

The victim is a human being, and the next is the saint.

They walked from the dry grass to the side of the Nomura dirt road.

There are black ash of different sizes on the ridges of the fields. The cold clothes festival has just passed, and the wind has not completely swept away the remnants of grief.

Li Xuewen took out two dozen papers from his bosom, casually dug out a pile of flammable hay to make a pile, and started a fire.

His movements are smooth and smooth, and his proficiency makes people feel distressed.

Zhang Yihe's thorny words swirled in her throat for a long time, and she finally swallowed them down. She slowly squatted down beside the golden fire, watching the paper money rolled out and shattered in the flames in a daze.

She seems to have seen many things that have passed away. This warm golden color is like a gentle blade, bit by bit re-cutting the festering wound in her heart.

She couldn't help muttering: "Can they really receive it?"

The girl's black and white pupils were full of flames, and there were many emotions that Li Xuewen had seen in the mirror, which made Li Xuewen couldn't help softening his voice.

"Yes," he flipped the branches, his eyes were like water, "they can hear what you say to them. As long as you think hard in your heart..."

The girl closed her eyes.Perhaps she didn't notice it herself, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, her pretty face was full of immature hesitation and hope.

She clasped her hands together, she didn't know what she said in her heart, and she didn't open her eyes for a long time.

Li Xuewen thought, that must be heartbreaking words, but compared to her, I am not much better.

People say that orphans are pitiful, but most of them are only out of ethical compassion.

Li Xuewen thought, absolutely no one in this world can understand my mood at that time.

He will never forget the panic when he saw more than 40 missed calls on his phone just after getting off the plane.

He will never forget, even if two years have passed, when he returns to the old home where the food is lingering and bustling, he brushes the dust in the shoe cabinet, and the feeling that the living room lamp exploded after being left unused for too long.

Then he slept in the cold and dull bedroom all night, turned off the water, electricity and gas, took away all the remaining clothes in the bedroom, and returned to Xie's house.

No one will wait for him in this house anymore. His self-righteous nostalgia is just a murder knife reserved for himself.

He sold the house.

He clearly remembered that the buyer was a handsome girl with a very special name, surnamed Chi. When he heard him calmly say, "The whole family died in an accident, so we sold it", he showed disbelief and sadness.

The girl said something very special.Instead of consoling herself like most people, she lowered her eyes sadly: "Who would want this to happen. But the living have to continue to live, and you have to cheer up. Bear their hopes together... "

Li Xuewen couldn't understand Zhang Yihe's mood.

It turned out that Zhang Chenjun had cerebral palsy, so it was like that, the Zhang family could not do without his food and drink expenses, everyone went to visit during the holidays, sighed but couldn't do anything.

But once Zhang Chenjun used detached technological means to unbelievably heal, become normal, have feelings for his younger siblings, and suddenly snatch him away, the resentment accumulated in people's hearts will explode-why does it have to happen to us? Why is it so? Cool, but if he can "cure" him once, can he be treated a second time?

The joys and sorrows in the world are inevitable.

This simple and short visit to the grave soon came to an end.Two dozen paper money may seem like a lot, but it's enough to swallow it with a fire.

Zhang Yihe spoke suddenly, as if looking for a topic: "Why are you... uh, burning money at this time? I remember a few days after October [-]st."

"You have to burn it during the festival?" Li Xuewen stomped the flames to death flatly, "You miss your family only during the festival?"

"That's not true," Zhang Yihe squeezed the sleeves of his sweater in embarrassment, "My brother is not dead."

Li Xuewen stamped his feet, it was a bit different from what he thought, but he was not surprised, and said "oh" in a neutral way.

But Zhang Yihe felt uncomfortable. She hesitated to speak and looked at the quiet scholar's face in the night, but she didn't say that I'm sorry.

The sudden sound of a car engine interrupted the indescribable atmosphere between the two, and a hearty male voice half-complaining and half-excited: "Fuck, I found you two!"

It's Xie Yihai.

He must be well protected by everyone, Zhang Yihe thought vaguely, looking at that youthful and carefree face.

Seeing that the two were silent, Xie Yihai thought there was a quarrel, and hurried down to the lawn to make peace: "Oh, let's talk about it, we are all friends, there is no overnight feud."

In the cold wind, Zhang Yihe's gloomy eyes were still full of resentment, her clear and tender face was like a young lotus swaying on the lake, Xie Yihai couldn't bear to be stunned for a moment.

He turned his head blushing for a while: "Sister Xue, you made the little girl cry, so you can't let her go."

But Li Xuewen was the Xuemei whom he grew up doting on, and he couldn't bear to speak harshly and bias outsiders, so he had to forcefully grab one of them with one hand, and pulled him back into the car.

Li Xuewen and Zhang Yihe didn't continue to be demons, Xie Yihaiquan thought he was good at persuading the fight, Toyota overbearingly opened the way ahead reluctantly, the Wrangler followed behind slowly and watched, and the three returned to Hu's house the same way.

The huge silhouette dormant in the darkness slowly approached, Zhang Yihe suddenly said: "Li Xuewen, our enemy is not each other."

Her nimble eyes glanced from the rearview mirror, and hit Li Xuewen's heart steadily and ruthlessly.

"I know, there is a wrong and a debt, so I can't see clearly, brother." Li Xuewen pulled the corner of his mouth evilly, "Also, can you stop calling me by my first name? It's like my head teacher. "

Zhang Yihe sneered instead: "Then why should I call you? Sister Xue?"

Li Xuewen's face darkened, and he glared fiercely at the car behind his buttocks, and made the calculation clear: "Shout brother!"

Zhang Yihe is not hypocritical, afraid of making people explode again.

"Okay, Brother Xuewen," she tilted her head and smiled, "My family members call me Xiaohe."

"Is that your nickname?"

Zhang Yihe was taken aback: "Not really. My nickname...isn't very nice."

Seeing Li Xuewen's interested expression, Zhang Yihe blushed a little: "Don't ask, it's really not good."

Li Xuewen didn't ask any more questions, and changed his subject sharply: "Since we have reached a consensus, I need you to do something for me."

Zhang Yihe was taken aback: "Tell me, I will do my best."

"Investigate the forces behind the popular Zhitianyu." Li Xue took a look at Zhang Yihe without smelling the trace, and the latter's expression remained unchanged, "I thought before that the ones who wanted to artificially create 'True Dragon Bone Blood' were you who wanted to revive Zhang Chenjun The Zhang family, but now it seems not."

Hearing the name of the medicinal material, Zhang Yihe's face changed three times: "It's not us. We also want to, but we can't do it anyway... Zhitianyu's popularity is actually driven by someone?"

"Yes," Li Xuewen nodded, "but it was a mistake, we cut off the Hu. Put this aside, do you have any impression of Gui Haijing who defected from the Hu family a few years ago?"

Zhang Yihe nodded, and she curled her lips in embarrassment: "My grandfather became very angry after Chen Jun fell asleep again, and the information he has is very complete. He seems to have been active in that part of Yunnan with his current wife?"

"He also has a relationship with his ex-wife Lin Zhiman. Lin Zhiman has Zhiman New Media Studio under Lin Zhiman's name. He has contacted Zhitianyu as a representative. Therefore, he must still be in China," Li Xuewen said solemnly, "If Bai The spirit can successfully kill the evil corpse, he will leave the body and return to his place, maybe he can heal your brother..."

He saw the girl's eyes light up little by little, like bright stars tonight.

"Don't worry," Zhang Yihe said word by word, "Dig three feet into the ground, and dig him out."