Human dimension reduction

The Wan family had their own ancestral grave. The next morning, as soon as it was dawn, the servants carried the coffin out of the city for the burial. The elder brother Wan Changming presided over the funeral. The parents of the deceased did not show up at all. I walked up the mountain on the muddy road mixed with morning dew with white flags, and quickly set up graves and erected monuments. When everything was over and came down the mountain, the sun in the sky had only climbed halfway.

Lan Yin put his hands in his sleeves and ran with them, which was also included in his wages, so he followed without any doubt.

After they went down the mountain, a few people turned out from another path, with hoes and shovels on their shoulders, and sneakily touched the Xinli grave.

"Really, really want to dig?"

A few people squatted in front of the tombstone with their heads together. The surrounding environment was bleak, and even the chirping of birds and insects could hardly be heard. The cold morning dew wet the trousers, and the rough cloth stuck to the ankles, bringing a numb and sticky touch .

"Uncle Song was also in a hurry when he came to see me. He said that he might be able to go out if he found out about the Wan family. I don't know if it's this age, but there is no other way to think about it..."

The woman who lowered her voice and spoke to them was Yao Li who was lured into the clinic by Qiao Zhou. She became more courageous after connecting with Zhong Qi and the others, and Zhong Qi and the others who had found their companion and stronghold also started Calm down and find a way out.

Of course, the person who immediately thought of pretending to be a beggar and mixing with the aborigines is not a fool. Zhong Qi took out a few barely fitting clothes from the clinic and changed into a beggar outfit. He walked around the streets with two friends to collect information, and slept at night. On the clinic floor, it was much more comfortable than the precarious days before.

More than an hour ago, the sky was getting brighter. Zhong Qi got up early and went out to buy breakfast. When he came back, he heard that Song Chenggong had come, and told them to go to the south of the city and follow the funeral procession of the Wan family. Dig their new graves.

Zhong Qi's eyes widened when Yao Li relayed the words, not knowing what to say.

Yao Li told them about the general plot of "The Strange Events of the Devil". If they really fell into a novel world, then according to common sense, there may be two ways to get out. One is to wait for the plot to be pushed to the end. It's over, and then the world will dissipate naturally. The second is to try to destroy the plot. It's best to destroy the plot until its mother doesn't recognize it. Maybe the world will collapse.

The first way they can't go, because according to Yao Li, the timeline of this book is quite long, and it has been written more than ten years later, and they simply can't wait so long.

As for the second method, they didn't dare to use it. The people coming and going around are all monsters in human skin. Zhong Qi has seen with his own eyes how they bared their bloody mouths and dragged away the innocent people who fled together. of.

At present, it seems that as long as they pretend to be aborigines and hang around in peace, the monsters will not target them, but if they do something that does not conform to their status, the consequences will be hard to say.

Besides, Zhong Qi was actually very interested in the Song Chenggong that Yao Li was talking about, and he really wanted to meet with him to discuss it. At present, Song Chenggong has a flexible mind. If they think about it carefully, they might not be able to come up with a more secure solution. Come.

But he hasn't seen Song Chenggong until today. The other party seems to be busy outside. According to Yao Li, he should be looking for survivors. Song Chenggong finally came here today, and he happened to be away. It's just unlucky. .

Another thing, he heard from Yao Li that Song Chenggong seemed to be the one who pointed out his flaws and gave him a few buns that day, so he had to thank him face to face, it would be great if we could meet...

Zhong Qi hesitated for a while, but still gritted his teeth and carried a shovel with his friends and sneaked to the south of the city. Sure enough, Wanjia's funeral procession was coming down from the mountain. The four of them took a detour to avoid them, took a small road up the mountain, and saw that person at a glance. Eye-catching new tomb.

No matter how proud they are, no one has ever done grave digging before. When they saw the tombstone, their legs softened half. daze.

"Did he say what the hell he was thinking? Why did he dig a grave?"

Zhong Qi rubbed the wooden handle of the shovel with his thumb, feeling his scalp numb after thinking about it.

Yao Li shook her head, bit her lip and thought for a while, organized her words and said, "I don't know what he thinks, but I think...he may have found some key clues, anyway, we will start from Wanjia in the future, since there is no For the specific plan, it’s better to follow Uncle Song first step by step.”

After she finished speaking, she rubbed her hands vigorously, stood up and bowed deeply towards the tombstone, muttered a few words of apology in her mouth, took a deep breath and nailed the hoe into the soft soil.

When Lan Yin and his party returned to Wan's house, the sky was bright, and the maids stood guard at the gate of the house, with several barrels of grapefruit water and a lighted brazier on hand, and a peach branch hung on the door, and every person who walked in had to dip in the grapefruit water Slapping the chest and back, even Wan Changming was no exception.

After they go back, they have to wash their bodies with water soaked in grapefruit leaves and take a bath to get rid of the gloom.

But none of the maids dared to stretch the branches on Lan Yin's body, that's what they do, no amount of grapefruit water can wash them clean.

So Lan Yin walked around them, walked into Wan's house first, and went straight to the side yard without looking sideways.

Wanjia's guest house is very exquisitely built, the small bridges and flowing water complement each other with high and low flowers and trees. When Lan Yin opened the door, the room was still in a faint silence. All footsteps gone.

The ticking of the hands of the clock became the only movement in the bedroom.

Lan Yin closed the door behind his back, walked around the table and the screen, and behind him was a large four-poster bed. On the copper bedposts, there was a bare-bottomed doll holding a harp, and the crimson velvet curtain was half tied up and half down. The light is blocked out.

Silver-gray long hair is scattered among the fluffy pillows and quilts. The rich peony satin quilt that Chinese people like is pulled high to the chin. The sharp and thin jaw is against the soft quilt, revealing an overly pale face. With dark red lips, his sleeping position is unexpectedly naive, like an insecure child, his body curled up slightly, wishing he could bury his whole body under the quilt.

The posture was exactly the same as before he left, with a weird and well-behaved feeling.

Lan Yin breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him, let go of her unreasonable worries, stretched out her hands and pulled the quilt down slightly for him, so as not to cover her mouth and nose, and then sat quietly on the carpet beside the bed , hugging his legs and startling in a daze.

However, after sitting for a while, his heart suddenly moved, he straightened his back as if remembering something, turned his head to look at the person on the bed, and fell silent for a moment, his eyes trembling slightly, as if he was engaged in a fierce self-struggle.

The clock was still ticking, and the regular sound struck Lan Yin's heart, like the sound of rolling thunder, bumping into hesitant thoughts one after another.

Lorraine likes to sleep on his side, with his hands naturally placed under the pillow, and the white corner of the glove is exposed from the edge of the quilt, scratching his heart like a hook.

Since he knew Lorraine, he had never seen Lorraine take off his gloves. Lan Yin himself was weak in curiosity, and his lifelong desire to explore seemed to be devoted to Lorraine. He was eager to know more about Lorraine. No matter what it was, Lorraine also wanted to avoid talking about his hands, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

Lan Yin knew that this was not good. If he wanted to know, he should ask in person, but Lorraine...but would Lorraine tell him?Will he be angry?Does he feel like he's taking too much control?

But he really wanted to know about Lorraine, he wanted to know what Lorraine was like in the past.

That day when he took Lorraine to walk Huangquan Road, he felt the abnormality of Lorraine's hands. The hands in his arms were abnormally thin and cold. No matter how long it took, he couldn't warm up. Was it a serious injury? ?

He just takes one look...just one look...and finds a way to cure Lorraine's old ailment.

Lan Yin stretched out his hand tremblingly, a pair of hands that were used to holding all kinds of sharp weapons and stably moving knives on people were shaking uncomfortably at the moment, hanging above the satin quilt, the extremely sensitive fingertips could even feel it. The warm air of Lorraine's steady breathing.

If Lorraine finds out...

This idea suddenly occupied his mind, and Lan Yin's hand was on the edge of the quilt, and the blood all over his body was frozen because of this idea.

——If found out, Lorraine will definitely hate it.

In the face of this undeniable fact, those rare bravery and rare curiosity faded away like a tide, and timidly hid back to the deepest part of my heart.

At this moment, he looked forward and backward, hesitated, and was no different from most mediocre people in the world.

A cold hand gently grasped his fingertips.

Lan Yin was startled, looked down, and met a pair of cornflower blue pupils.

Those eyes were still a little tired after waking up from a drowsy sleep, and the light gray eyelashes drooped lazily, covering half of the eyes, and only occasionally could you glimpse the clear blue like the cold water of a glacier.

"orchid?"

Lorraine's voice still had the hoarseness of waking up, and there was some doubt in his tone. He obviously didn't understand what Lan Yin was doing. He still held Lan Yin's hand in his hand and didn't let go.

But the languor and confusion quickly disappeared from his eyes, and the usual gentleness and clarity covered the light blue pupils. Lorraine let go of Lan Yin's hand, sat up from the quilt, and looked at the side of the bed half kneeling and half sitting Lan Yin looked at his quilt again, and before Lan Yin could come up with words of defense, a hint of understanding flashed from his eyes.

Lan Yin was numb all over, stiff like a statue by the bed, staring at Lorraine stupidly, with a flustered expression, and a face that did not admit that he was doing something bad.

The foreign youth pushed back his messy long hair with one hand, his expression more helpless, he watched Lan Yin silent for a long while, until he saw that Lan Yin was about to suffocate, he raised his hands towards him: "You Curious about this? Want to see it?"

The moment Lorraine uttered the sound, Lan Yin was like some kind of fluffy animal, trembling with fright at the sudden sound. The 1.8-meter man was like a frightened bird, facing the natural enemy and hunter who controlled his life and death. , Even the fierce and coldness that comes with the facial features have been depressed, and the posture of hanging eyes and neck is very like the flower of Gaoling who has been reduced to an opponent by the world.

...It has a weird taste like a special book.

"Yeah." Although she didn't want to admit it, Lan Yin still didn't lie to him, and nodded honestly.

"If you want to know, just tell me directly. Didn't I say it yesterday? I'm fair. What do you want to know? Exchange it at an equivalent price." The silver-gray long-haired young man smiled softly, and stretched his hands in front of Lan Yin calmly, "I want to Know my past, trade your past for it, okay?"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if the devil was coaxing ignorant humans.

Lan Yin raised her hand, gently and carefully took Lorraine's outstretched hands, and held them in her palms, as if holding a fragile jade or a bird about to fly, and replied in a low voice: "Okay, what do you want to know? I told you all."

Lorraine then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.