Seeing that Little Eight had fallen asleep, Luo Yang took off his clothes.
His right arm was bruised!
His bones felt as if someone was pricking them with needles.
It was very painful.
He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound. After rubbing it a few times, he put on his clothes and looked at the brightly lit room.
Suddenly, he remembered something!
He walked to the door and wanted to push it open, but his hand paused in mid-air.
After all, it was a girl's house. Usually, it was fine, but now that he pushed the door open, if he saw something he shouldn't see, wouldn't he …
An image popped up in his mind, making his imagination run wild.
Before the image went any further, he quickly shook his head and pulled his thoughts back.
Then, he put his ear to the door.
He listened to the movements inside.
But no sound came from inside.
Did she fall asleep so quickly?
He knocked on the door and asked, "Miss, are you asleep?"
"…" There was no response.
"I saw that you sprained your ankle. There's a bottle of medicine under the table. It can remove bruises."
"…"
"Did you hear me? Answer me if you did! " As soon as he asked, he regretted it, thinking that the girl was mute. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Well, it's fine if you don't want to answer, but you have to take out the medicine under the table."
Oh, he was a kind-hearted person!
He knew that the girl had sprained her ankle, so he asked her to take it out and apply it.
The girl hadn't rested yet. When she heard the noise outside, she searched under the table. There was indeed a bottle of medicine.
It was used to treat bruises.
She thought that this guy wasn't a bad person. He gave her a place to stay, and now he was giving her medicine for her sprained ankle.
Just as she was about to thank him —
The next second, a voice came from the door. "Well, my arm is injured, and I need to apply some medicine. If it's convenient, hand it to me."
Pfft!
A mouthful of blood.
The girl frowned slightly.
Although she had already applied the medicine when she first entered the room, blood still spurted out of her chest when she heard the words of the man outside the door.
She couldn't help but laugh.
No wonder he was still a street thug. He didn't even know how to have tender and protective feelings for the fairer sex.
After thinking for a while, she opened the door with the medicine.
Luo Yang stood at the door with a smile on his face.
Despicable!
The woman stuffed the medicine into his hand and closed the door without saying a word.
The series of movements were clean and efficient!
Luo Yang held the medicine bottle and stood at the door, stunned.
The smile on his face didn't even have time to disappear.
After being stiff for a while, his face drooped down. He felt that his cheeks were sore from laughing too much. He rubbed his cheeks with his hand and rushed into the door. "Thank you."
She took the bottle and went to apply the medicine.
Inside the room, the woman sat by the table. After the people outside had gone far away, she looked at the flickering candlelight in front of her. Her eyes gradually darkened, and she reached out to take off the cloth that covered her face and head.
A clean face was reflected in the candlelight!
It had been three years and she hadn't changed at all!
She was still the same beautiful painter from back then, Ji Yunshu!
She had been searching for him in Huyi for three whole years, but Jing Rong's news was still like a grain of sand in the deep sea, so small that there was no news of him.
A month ago, she ventured deep into the Northern Fortress Desert and found this place.
And this Zhu Xin City, located at the border of Huyi's Northern Fortress, was her last hope!
These years, she would write to Gao Ding's Marquis of the Southern Kingdom from time to time to ask for news. However, Bai Yin and the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom dispatched a lot of troops to secretly search for him, but to no avail.
In fact, she knew that in those people's eyes, Jing Rong had already died in the fire three years ago.
Everyone thought that she was too stubborn!
Too sad!
That was why she couldn't accept the heartbreaking truth.
But she was very clear that she knew what she was doing.
Knew what she was looking for?
She also knew that Jing Rong was definitely still alive.
Right now, he must be somewhere waiting for her!
This belief had never diminished.
It was also this belief that supported her!
She took a deep breath and unfolded the scroll in front of her little by little.
On the scroll, there was a striking portrait of Jing Rong with a handsome face.
His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his mouth … were deeply imprinted in her heart.
Never forgotten!
For the past three years, she also carried this portrait in Huyi, searching along the way, asking questions along the way …
"Jing Rong, where are you?"
She hugged the portrait with tears in her eyes.
She firmly believed that one day, she would find him. Find him!
Bring him home!
… …
The next morning.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, but Ji Yunshu actually didn't rest.
She sat by the table for the whole night. When she saw that the sky was about to brighten, she once again wore the light-colored cloth to cover her head and face.
First, it was to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Second, it was windy and sandy in Zhu Xincheng, so she could use this place as a shelter.
She packed her pitiful belongings and pushed the door open.
She planned to leave this place!
Just as she reached the narrow entrance of the courtyard, she saw two corpse-like things lying on the side of the trellis.
Luo Yang was sleeping with his legs spread out, one of his feet resting on the pitiful Little Eight's body.
Their sleeping postures were extremely unsightly!
Ji Yunshu couldn't help but shake her head.
She originally wanted to leave and be done with it.
But when she thought about it … Although she was inexplicably injured by that person last night, was inexplicably carried here, and was even inexplicably treated as a mute, she couldn't be bothered to care about it. On the contrary, she was still able to stay here in that kind of situation yesterday. That person was inexplicably …
It could be considered as helping her.
Thus, she took out some silver and quietly placed it on the wooden plank where Luo Yang was sleeping.
After that, she left.
Zhu Xincheng wasn't big, and there weren't many locals, but there was an endless stream of merchants passing by.
Coincidentally, Ji Yunshu could ask them in detail.
After all, they had traveled extensively and met many people. Perhaps they had really seen Jing Rong!
She took the portrait and asked around, but everyone shook their heads.
They all said they didn't know!
In the end, they didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.
She could only sit down in the nearby teahouse and rest for the time being.
She would ask them when there were more people in the city.
… …
At this time, when Luo Yang and Little Eight woke up, the sky had just brightened.
Luo Yang turned over and almost rolled off the wooden plank.
Suddenly, he felt as if something was pressing against his chest, and it hurt!
"Huh? What's that? "He squinted his sleepy eyes and got up from the wooden plank.
When he looked down, he saw the few silver fragments.
'Wow!'
He picked them up with an astonished expression. First, he looked at them under the light, then he took a bite.
'It's definitely silver!
It can't be, right? '
"Oh my god! Silver actually fell from the sky? And why did it fall into my arms? Really? "Luo Yang kicked Eighty, who was still sound asleep, suspiciously.
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