Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 90
The first half of autumn is harvest and golden, and the second half is chill and cold.

Linyuan and Ye Qingshuang didn't use spells to travel along the way, they walked slowly and leisurely, so they just walked from Jinqiu to Lengqiu to reach the Jiangnan area.

It was just when the autumn rain was fading, the yellow leaves on the branches were crumbling in the rain, the blue tiles and white walls were mottled, pedestrians wrapped their clothes tightly and hurriedly wiped themselves with umbrellas.

Ye Qingshuang was still wearing the same blue and black dress, with styles flowing in it, like the river water in late spring, deep and quiet and elegant, especially eye-catching in the bleak autumn scenery, and sights were cast from the downstairs under the eaves.

She didn't care, she put on her cone hat and let others look at her.

It took Lin Yuan a long time to run back with his umbrella in hand, and covered her with his umbrella.

"After running for two streets, this is the only umbrella left."

Ye Qingshuang looked up and saw that the hair on his forehead was covered with drops of water, whether it was rain or sweat, and the white brocade clothes on his body were also mostly wet, so he pushed the umbrella towards him.

"It's okay, I have a hat, but you don't catch cold, the autumn rain is the worst."

Lin Yuan smiled brightly, took half a step forward to approach Ye Qingshuang, and covered her with half an umbrella: "It's okay, I'm in good health."

They held the same umbrella and walked forward side by side. The two figures, one green and one white, seemed to blend together, and those probing gazes retreated after seeing them.

"This area is a bit remote. It belongs to the outskirts of the bustling circle. There are many tea shops and wine shops, but few inns. We can go to the inner circle by passing through the Buddhist temple in front. Let's rest there."

Lin Yuan whispered to Ye Qingshuang, Ye Qingshuang looked over through the rain curtain, and she saw a Buddhist pagoda from afar.

The misty rain in the distance is hazy, and the pavilions are exquisite. Although the rain is continuous, there is also a bit of unspeakable softness and sadness, which is very charming.

The line of sight is from far to near, cobblestone trails, withered grass ponds, beautiful women are independent.

She glanced over it, paused for a moment, then turned back.

By the pond, the girl stood alone in a long Hunan-colored dress, her hair was disheveled, and she exuded an aura of decay.

"Lin Yuan." She stared at the man without blinking, and called Lin Yuan.

He immediately followed her gaze and frowned: "Why doesn't she open an umbrella?"

Before the voice could finish speaking, the girl fell straight into the water like a log.

There was no response around, and no one noticed anyone falling into the water except the two of them.

Lin Yuan didn't have time to think, his body moved, and he jumped into the water to catch people without hesitation.

The umbrella didn't even have time to hand it over to Ye Qingshuang, and it fell lightly on the ground.

I never thought that the girl wanted to die, but she dragged Lin Yuan down together.

After splashing in the water for a while, it was not until Ye Qingshuang made a move, turning the water into a needle and stabbing the person unconscious, that Linyuan dragged the person to the shore with difficulty.

His clothes were wet all over, he threw the coat aside casually, and lay panting on the ground, thousands of raindrops hit his pretty face.

"If you don't have any skills, you can die with her."

Ye Qingshuang picked up the umbrella and went over to shield him from the water: "Her desire to die is very serious."

Lin Yuan wiped a handful of water, sat up and looked at Ye Qingshuang pitifully: "A Shuang, if she kills me, will you feel bad?"

"You won't die so easily." Ye Qingshuang avoided answering, lowered her eyes, and glanced at the girl calmly.

She was lying in the rain, drenched all over, her body was half hidden, half hidden, and Lin Yuan had been tilting her head ever since she came up, without looking over there.

Ye Qingshuang walked over, put the umbrella beside her face, wrung out Lin Yuan's balled coat, and unfolded it to cover her body.

Pushing away the hair that covered her face, as expected, she was a beauty, but her face was a little pale.

"Linyuan, let's live nearby, the inner city is too far away."

Lin Yuan nodded, stood up and was about to find a nearby inn, but Ye Qingshuang tugged at his sleeve.

"Take a break and take care of her. I'll go to the inn and bring her over when I find you."

Lin Yuan's pupils were shocked, and he grabbed Ye Qingshuang's wrist: "You left me here, and you still want me to be so disheveled, and hug her, who is also disheveled and wet all over, to stay overnight?!"

After Linyuan said this, Ye Qingshuang reacted belatedly.

In the human world, it seems a little inappropriate to act like this, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings.

"Then..." Ye Qingshuang thought hesitantly.

Lin Yuan involuntarily picked up the umbrella and stuffed it into her hand, then pushed her to the side of the girl: "Leave a caretaker, I'll go to the inn, and I'll come back to pick you up when I'm done."

Ye Qingshuang thought for a while, then nodded and said: "You don't need to run back and forth, you just use the talisman to give me a signal, I have the blessing of magic, and I can move her behind my back."

Lin Yuan nodded after hearing this, and quickly disappeared into the mist and mist, while Ye Qingshuang held up an umbrella to shield her from the wind and rain.

The rain was pattering and falling continuously, and the coldness invaded the bone marrow. The unconscious girl was very restless, as if she was experiencing some great pain.

Ye Qingshuang had no body temperature, so she had no way to keep her warm, so she could only softly hum the tune she heard from Shu Mo to coax her.

She grabbed Ye Qingshuang's hand and pressed it to her face, and fell into a coma again.

In the dream, what accompanied her to sleep peacefully all night was the song her mother used to lull her to sleep when she was a child.

By the time she woke up from a good night's sleep, it was already the next day.

The window was open, and the cold wind was blowing and the rain was slanting down a piece of moisture, but she was dry and warm in the soft quilt, as comfortable and comfortable as sleeping among the clouds.

Sitting up with the quilt in her arms, she realized that it was an inn decoration.

Only the inn will set up a screen beside the bed.

"You slept all day."

A voice as clear as water came, and she suddenly looked over, only to see a white-haired and beautiful woman slowly walking in from behind the screen.

She was shocked by the woman's appearance in vain.

I have never seen such a good-looking person, like a fairy carved from ice and jade.

People often use Huarong Yuemao to describe themselves, but Huarong Yuemao and fairies pale in comparison at first sight. It is very vulgar and makes people feel ashamed.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Sister Fairy, why did you save me?"

"It's not me, someone else saved you." After a pause, he said again: "My name is Ye Qingshuang, what about you?"

She squeezed the quilt tightly, and after a long time, slowly spit out three words: "Shen Huanyan."

Ye Qingshuang smiled: "Good name, why can't you have a happy face?"

One sentence provoked her pain, and Shen Huanyan's expression instantly became painful, her jaw trembling uncontrollably: "Because someone took everything from me, I hate her, I hate everyone! Why did you stop me from dying! "

Ye Qingshuang didn't expect her to have such a big reaction, and poured her a cup of warm tea in silence.

"I'm sorry...that's not what I meant." She took a moment to apologize, holding a cup of tea.

"It's okay." Ye Qingshuang put her fingers on the blue and white porcelain cup, her fingertips were as soft as a crescent moon: "You hate them, but you want to kill yourself, what's the reason?"

(End of this chapter)