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In the end, Yiyu chose to forgive Yan Ran.

He used that somewhat hoarse voice.

"My sister..."

Full of helplessness and hidden doting.

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Four years later.

The green rice fields are extensive and dense, exuding the fragrance of the earth.

During the day, the clouds were shrouded in darkness, and the emerald green leaves were swaying coquettishly, with a faint harbinger of rain.

The low, dilapidated old house is simple and dilapidated, the carved doors and windows have cracks, and the old man on the bed has a yellow complexion, blue lips, and weak breathing, which is already a sign of short life.

"My dear, I really have to trouble you today, otherwise my father would have..."

Chunmei choked with sobs, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes instantly, her delicate and fair face was full of gratitude.

The boy who was washing his hands turned his head slightly, revealing only half of his bright side face, his complexion was fair, and a cluster of slender and thick eyelashes slanted out.

She seemed to have a faint smile on her face, which wasn't too real, but that gorgeous and shallow voice was like a feather falling on the lakeside, causing a tingle.

"You're welcome, it's nothing more than a little effort."

Chunmei didn't dare to look directly at that face, her fair cheeks were burning with bright blush, her eyelids were lowered, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Yan Ran packed up the medicine box and left a prescription. Just as she was about to leave, Chunmei hurriedly took out a few pennies, perhaps knowing that the few pennies were not enough, she became more and more embarrassed, and said in a sly way , "My dear, I only have these left. If it is not enough, can I make up for it some other day?"

Chunmei is a good child, but her life experience is miserable, her mother died early, and her father was sick with tuberculosis. All the heavy burdens were placed on her. She worked during the day and took care of her seriously ill father at night. He spent a lot of money on buying medicine, but the situation didn't get any better.

Yan Ran has been here a few times, and the old man lying on the bed is already terminally ill and unable to recover, but this girl is very stubborn, and she is unwilling to give up no matter what.

Yan Ran still admires the kindness of a thin and weak woman, so Yan Ran never takes money from her every time she comes.

She smiled, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, staring down at Chunmei, with red lips and white skin.

Yan Ran has a pair of amorous phoenix eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and a red mole is dotted on the tip of the nose, adding to the charm.

With a smile in his voice, "Miss Chunmei, these herbs are available in the mountains, and they don't cost a few cents. It's just an extra trip, and it's fine."

Chunmei knew that Yan Ran felt pity for her, so she withdrew her hand. Yan Ran grew up in Peach Blossom Valley and is proficient in medical skills, which is better taught by Yiyu.

In these years, she has grown a lot,
The temperament on her body, young and mature, is like a sharp sword that has been ups and downs for a long time, restrained and reserved.

And every time she came to see a doctor for Chunmei's father, she didn't need a penny, which made Chunmei very grateful, looking at Yan Ran as if she was looking at a fairy descended from the mortal world.

As night fell, thunder and lightning flashed suddenly in the gloomy sky, and in a blink of an eye, the torrential rain merged into a waterfall. The heavy rain poured down, the trees swayed wildly, and the cold wind slapped the face with raindrops.

Yan Ran was holding an oiled paper umbrella, but his clothes were still a lot wet.

A few years ago, Yiyu left the valley, and he went to the imperial city through mountains and rivers.

That is a place far, far away from Peach Blossom Valley.

For Yan Ran who had never traveled far, it was too far away.

Yeyu would send a letter every once in a while. Last year, Yeyu won the first prize, and every word revealed joy.

But Yemu is actually not very happy, she doesn't want to let Yiyu go out of the valley, let alone let him get involved in those chaotic court disputes, but Yeyu is a dead-headed person, no one can stop his decision.

The bluestone road on the mountain is not easy to walk, with potholes, Yan Ran is holding an umbrella, and his clothes are already half wet.

The smell of the rain washing the soil is fresh and pleasant.

Yan Ran was born with an extreme sensitivity to smells, besides the clear smell of soil, he also smelled other smells.

That is……

The footsteps stopped, and the raindrops hit the oil-paper umbrella.

Pale and thin fingers like white jade tightly squeezed the handle of the umbrella.

She smelled a faint smell of blood.

As soon as his heart sank, he immediately sensed something was wrong, and Yan Ran walked over following the smell of blood.

After pulling through the thick grass and splashing muddy water, she saw a leg.

Below is a pool of blood.

Yan Ran, who was taught to help the weak and help the poor since she was a child, went to check the situation quickly, but she threw the oil-paper umbrella aside, and the rain fell on her face, so she didn't have time to take care of it.

The bamboo house stood beside it, and the surrounding green bamboos were rustling by the wind. It was dark and rainy, and there was an ominous atmosphere.

In the dense raindrops, Yan Ran saw the man whose face was covered with blood.

The man seemed to have rolled in the mud, even his hair was covered with muddy clay, his face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see the true dew clearly.

He looked down and out, so dirty that no one wanted to get close to him.

There are also threads of blood mixed in the soil, flowing bright red and warm all over the ground.

At a glance, Yan Ran could roughly guess that the man's injury was serious, so she squatted down and reached out to touch the man's breath.

However, before touching her, she was grabbed by a powerful palm like a pliers, so hard that it seemed to wring her hand off.

Colder than his voice was his answer: "Get lost."

The man didn't know when he opened his eyes, those pupils were as cold as blades.

Yan Ran was not angry.

The rain hit the man's face, making it difficult for him to fully open his eyes, and he couldn't see Yan Ran's face clearly, but he was still vigilant like a wounded beast.

Yan Ran paused looking at this perfect face that couldn't be concealed by the dirt and blood, and could see the ferocity from the indifference.

He is more like a temporarily downcast general than a defeated Jiu Jiu warrior.

She ignored her pinched and painful hand and whispered, "You are hurt."

The man was still cold, "Get lost."

"You will die."

"roll."

The man shouted loudly, Yan Ran sighed, stretched out his hand swiftly, and the man loosened his hand and fainted.
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The rain stopped at night, and the dark clouds slowly dissipated, and a few stars appeared faintly in the dark night sky like ink.

Xiao Ci opened his eyes, and the goal he entered was the strange room curtain. His eyes turned cold, and he got up subconsciously, but accidentally touched the wound, and was forced to lie down again.

Memory came back, Xiao Ci looked down at the well-bandaged wound on his body, still did not let go of his vigilance, and looked around with tense nerves.

This is a very... simple bamboo house.

It can even be called shabby.

Xiao Ci, who has a keen hearing, heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and quickly lay down, pretending to be the night, he opened a pair of murderous eyes.

The bamboo door was pushed open, and a slender and thin figure walked in through it.

The next chapter will be posted later