The beautiful and miserable Black Moonlight is wrong for her

Chapter 2 Could it be that she is not beautiful enough to cry?
When Si Yan drove near the highway, he saw a group of people standing in front of the gas station in the distance.

In the snow directly in front of them, a vague black figure was crawling hard in the snow.

After finally seeing the same kind, a gleam of light flashed in Si Yan's eyes, and he was very pleasantly surprised.

She drove the car closer and stopped slowly, clawed at the bare car door, and climbed down tentatively little by little.

The people not far away heard the movement and looked forward. They followed the light blue broken diamond high-heeled shoes and looked up. They only saw beautiful ankle bones and slender white legs...

I saw the toes shaking weakly in the air, but they couldn't touch the thick snow on the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the little girl with curly hair shivered slightly, then tightened her skirt and jumped down desperately.

When she climbed up from the snow in a state of embarrassment, her whole body was covered with snow foam. She bit her white lips lightly, her eyes turned red, and a small teardrop hung on the corner of her mouth. Between the eyelashes and feathers, the appearance of not falling down made the male compatriots who witnessed this scene feel tugged to varying degrees.

Several people glanced at each other, and one of them, a middle-aged man in a fiery red windbreaker and a black hat, pretended to be extremely kind, and leaned forward to ask.

"It's so dangerous outside, you are such a beautiful little girl, why did you run out in a car alone?"

Si Yan sobbed softly, "Originally, I was with a few friends, but they took advantage of my illness and left me alone..."

After a while, her eye circles were stained with a layer of redness from crying, and a faint watery light shone in her black and white eyes, as if she had suffered a great grievance, which made people feel pity for no reason.

Si Yan cried for a long time, the air was quiet, not even a single person stepped forward to hand a tissue out of pity.

Could it be that she is not beautiful enough to cry?Not enough pear blossoms to bring rain?Not enough for me to feel sorry for?
But this is impossible!Her acting skills have been specially practiced in front of the mirror.

With all due respect, everyone here is wood!
Si Yan felt that it was very boring, and just when he was thinking of stopping the performance, a gentle and handsome Mu Mu came out from behind the crowd, wearing a long black down jacket and black-rimmed glasses. He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Si Yan smiled,

"Don't cry, you won't be pretty if your eyes are swollen from crying. You can follow us from now on, and we will protect you."

Si Yan was stunned: "Really?"

The middle-aged man said at the right time, "Of course it's true. Our captain is a second-level wind attribute mutant, very strong, so it's no problem to protect a little girl like you."

"But, they..." Si Yan looked at the female compatriots not far away with their eyes dyed with raging fire, and said, "These sisters don't seem to like me very much?"

The gentle and handsome captain came forward to wipe the tears at the end of her eyes with a tissue, and comforted her softly: "No one will dislike a pretty girl like you, everyone in our team is very kind. , I will definitely get along well with you in the future."

Si Yan turned around lightly, avoiding the salty pig's hand, then pretended to inadvertently point to the person lying in the snow not far away, and asked worriedly: "Is he also a member of your team? He seems to have lost a lot of blood , why do you let it go?"

The person lying on the snow looked really embarrassed. He was wearing a tattered black T-shirt and black shorts. His exposed arms and calves were covered with large and small wounds, some of which were knotted. Scabs, some have festered, and are slowly oozing blood.

In the snow where he crawled, there were clusters of blood marks, as if the snow was full of red plums, big and small.

And two meters away directly in front of him, there was a palm-sized piece of bread covered with green mold lying quietly in the snow.

The captain who looked like a gentle scum stared at the man in the distance, chuckled, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Don't worry about him, he stole something, didn't know how to repent, and hurt someone, There is no room for someone like that in our team.”

Si Yan frowned slightly, and said cautiously, "But, but he is really pitiful, what if he freezes to death?"

Almost as soon as the words were finished, a woman wearing a fiery red cotton dress with exquisite and coquettish makeup came out aggressively, pushing aside the crowd, and said in a strange way: "Oh, little white flower, is the heart of the Holy Mother overflowing? I feel sorry for him, and I'm afraid of him." Frozen to death, then go hug him and help him warm up."

Si Yan raised her bare, white and tender arm, and said in a tone of innocence, "I'm too cold, my arms are almost frozen, my sister is dressed so warmly, can you help him warm up?"

"What?" As soon as the words came out, the woman's hair exploded instantly. She looked at Si Yan angrily, and then pointed at the person lying motionless on the snow not far away, "Isn't it because the captain said something polite to you?" Well, you just treat yourself like an onion? What do you think you are? You want to order me to do things? What kind of spring and autumn dream are you doing?"

Si Yan sighed quietly in her heart, really, why do women make things difficult for women?
Can't you be more tolerant to her?

She raised her head, eyes full of puzzlement, "I'm just telling the truth, why is my sister so fierce? Since my sister doesn't want to help him, then I will help him."

After Si Yan finished speaking, he walked towards the distance with great difficulty stepping on the thick snow layer.

A series of footprints of different shades were left on the snow, and the pink skirt swayed in the cold wind. The girl's slender figure seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, but her footsteps were full of firmness.

A team of gentle and scum-like captains took off their black-rimmed glasses, and gently wiped off the white mist with a tissue in their hands, a hint of interest flashed across the long and narrow fox eyes.

This girl is really interesting.

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Shen Yan felt that he might really not survive this time.

The pain of the wound, accompanied by the gradual freezing of the body, can no longer be felt.

The strong hunger seems to be irrelevant in the face of the approaching death.

The piece of bread with green mildew in the distance was obviously getting closer to him, but it seemed that it could no longer be hooked.

But it's okay to die.

This world has long been rotten and dark, and there is nothing worth nostalgic about.

Just when his eyes were slightly closed, a thin white wrist appeared in his blurred vision, and down that wrist was an extremely beautiful hand. with.

It was such a hand that actually picked up the small moldy piece of bread in the snow.

Is it also because of extreme hunger?

(End of this chapter)