Wei Shu

Chapter 80 Gutless
Alan leaned over to pick up the clogs, and put them silently at Huazhen's feet. As far as he could see, there was a beautiful foot wearing snow socks, with a few raindrops on the upturned toes, which were crystal clear.

Suddenly something flashed through his lifeless eyes, like wildfire burning across the wasteland.

The hand by his side was clenched suddenly, the veins on the back of the hand were protruding, and the knuckles were a little white.

But he quickly let go of his hand again, straightened up, took two steps back, and stood at the position upwind.

There were many holes in the rocks, the biggest one was covered by Alan's back, the strong wind would blow raindrops in from time to time, and his back was soon wet.

For some reason, the cold and damp clothes sticking to the back of his heart softened his rigid expression in an instant, as if being able to bear the wind and rain for his master was already enough to comfort his heart.

"Didn't you say that Prince Wang has a letter? Where is the letter?" Hua Zhen put on her wooden clogs, and immediately lowered her eyebrows and fiddled with the skirt that was wet by the rain, shaking off a few spots of mud on it, and spoke. Her tone was somewhat impatient, and she still didn't glance at her guard.

Alan turned his face sideways, and the secret softness on his face faded in an instant.

Actually, so what?
Even if those beautiful star-like eyes looked at him, it was no different from looking at a blade of grass or a stone. Those casual and indifferent eyes didn't seem to be looking at a man named Alan. , but just saw random objects——

Items that are dispensable and inconspicuous wherever they are placed.

After standing quietly for a while, Alan took a big red sprinkled gold envelope from his arms and handed it to Huazhen.

Huazhen was dazzled by the bright red in his palm, and the bottom of her pupils were reflected brightly. She couldn't wait to take the letter, opened it and read it.

The letter was very long, covering two full pages. Her eyes eagerly slid across the floral decorations on the paper, catching every word and every sentence on it.

Gradually, a smile climbed to the corner of her lips, she exuded a bright and joyful look, and a faint blush appeared on her face, like a blooming flower.

Alan's slender eyes turned in this direction, and the bleakness on his face soon spread to his whole body like the hazy sky outside the rocks.

It took less than a breath, and he became that lifeless swordsman Alan again.

Sometimes, he would actually wish that he would become the letter paper held by those tender fingers, or become the handwriting on the letter paper that he didn't know, so that he could also become the real person under the bright eyes. The existence of being able to be watched and expected so eagerly.

Heavy rain.

The strong wind set off the rain curtain, and the whole world seemed to be shaking in the wind and rain, and this small square stone cave was not immune.

Alan moved two more steps to the left, and the raindrops that splashed into the pores hit his cheeks, but he didn't seem to notice it, and he unconsciously fiddled with the jade pendant under the hilt with both hands.

The nigga face, the white hook, and the crack on the hilt are the same as before.

At that moment, the fire in my heart was extinguished by the coldness.He thought that those who looked at him, those who really stood in front of him—or the dead, none of them could give him such a longing.

His bent fingers straightened and tensed like spasms, thinking of his own name in the Jianghu.

Gutless Sword.

How ridiculous.he thought again.

It was clear that those dead people were hollowed out by him, but why did he always feel that he was the one who was hollowed out.

He gouges out the hearts of others, but he himself has long since lost his heart and lungs. In many cases, he even has no sword.

He is like this rock full of holes... No, he may not even be able to compare with this rock, because the huge hole in his heart cannot give more shelter to the people in front of him, and this rock But it can accommodate a pair of men and women who are sheltering from the wind and rain, and their souls have never been so close as they are at this moment.

He turned his eyes and stared at the girl who was reading the letter with her head down, staring at the bun with beaded flowers that was close to his chin.

As long as he raised his hand, he could touch the trembling pearl on the pearl flower.

This sudden thought made the wildfire in the man's eyes burn again, and the finger pressing the sword moved subconsciously.

The jade pendant was cool and heavy, and the touch seemed to be some kind of warning, or a reminder, telling him that it was not the hair he could touch.

That smooth and soft hair was just a short distance away from him, and it was an abyss that he could not get close to in his whole life.

Who taught him to be the child of a lowly slave?

There seemed to be a loud noise in Alan's heart. The sound was so loud that his whole body shook.

Yes, the child of his slavish slave.

He didn't even have a last name, but was called Alan.

His parents gave him life, but they were unable to give him a decent background, and before he came to the Kingdom of Jin, he often hated such a background.

But now, seeing that flower-like alien girl smiling, annoyed, and complaining in front of his eyes, he felt that it was fortunate that he came from such a humble background, and fortunate that he only had a humble name bestowed by a nobleman.

Therefore, Wang Shizi exiled him to this foreign country and asked him to protect his lover who was far away in a foreign country.

If he could protect her like this forever, Alan thought, he would like this girl to be the prince's lover forever.

In the cave of Shanshizi, the wind and rain were all covered by the stones and the figure that looked like a stone. When Huazhen finished reading the letter, there was not even a drop of rain on the letter paper.

But she didn't notice this, she just raised her face with a sweet smile, and happily waved the flower note in her hand at her guard:
"Look, Alan, Prince Wang already knew about the good deeds that Sun did, and he told me that he would get rid of that old man. That's great, I've been displeased with that old man for a long time.

You remember to collect his body for me, and bring me the dead old man's head and dried hands when the time comes, there are still a few pendants in Ah Huang's cage. "

Sun Dashou, who was in his prime, became a "dead old man" in her mouth, and she also prepared to use Sun Dashou's stumps to decorate the cages of ferocious beasts. It can be seen that Huazhen hates him. At that time, her voice was as soft as petals falling on the water:

"Wang Shizi said that he has sold some dry stocks in his hands, and in a few days..." She turned the letter and checked the date written on it carefully, then frowned again and smiled:

"Oh, what a coincidence, when the people he sent came to us, it happened to be the outing festival. I accepted the invitation of the girl from Balan's family early in the morning, and I will go to her house to enjoy flowers and drink wine that day.

My father and Goode should also come back for the holiday that day, but my father will definitely not hold me back. At that time, we will sneak out of Balan's house quietly, take the money and go back quietly. "

(End of this chapter)