After four or five consecutive days of snow, the sky finally cleared. This was the last snow of this winter. It slowly began to heat up after that, and then early spring came.

Because of the snow, Yao Zheng and Yan did not go back either. Although Yan kept saying that they wanted to go back quickly and even wanted to persuade Yao Si to go back again, Yao Si was eventually persuaded to stop him.

Seeing that the sky cleared and the sun was still coming out, Yao Si was very happy and pulled Yan and Lan Xin out together, saying that he wanted to go shopping on the street.

Yan disagreed: "I have anything to do when I am old, and I don't play tricks like you young people, and I don't apply makeup to add clothes. I have everything to eat and drink here, but I don't have much to visit.

If you really can't rest, you will take Lan Xin with you, and your mother is in the house and you don't want to go anywhere."

Yao Si wanted to take Yan to stroll around Beijing before leaving. After all, the bustling and lively Beijing was worth watching. However, Yan refused to go out, so she had no choice but to take Lan Xin out. After all, she had been lying in bed for nearly two months, and she had already been suffocated.

As soon as he arrived on the street, Lan Xin was like a pony suddenly released after being locked up for a long time. She looked around happily, chattering with Yao Si about all kinds of fun and beautiful things, and was very excited.

Yao Si just had a faint smile on his face. He listened to Lan Xin's words and responded to a few words, but most of the time, she did not say anything.

Lan Xin couldn't see that the smile on her face was not in her eyes, but if someone was interested, he could notice that this gentle girl with a smile on the outside actually had a subtle storm in her eyes, which was not easy to detect, but was brewing.

Lan Xin stopped in front of a decoration stall for no reason, looking at this and touching that. Yao Si looked at her, lowered his head slightly and stumbled among the crowd. He made several quick turns and disappeared.

When Lan Xin came to her senses, Yao Si's figure had long disappeared in the crowd. Lan Xin was so scared that she shouted along the street, anxious, worried and afraid, and cried so anxiously. Of course, this was all a matter of later.

Yao Si came to Shuncheng Street once. She came by accident at that time. There was a pretty big Wang family here, the one that last time she became Jin Yezi.

She walked into the Dangxing, perhaps because of winter, and there were not many people sitting around and scattered. When she saw Yao Si coming in, she glanced at him and then withdrew her gaze. She was just a group of boring people waiting to spend money.

Yao Si walked to the counter, took out a finely carved golden leaf of thumb from the cuff, and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, you can offer a price at will, I'm in a hurry to use the money."

The shopkeeper reached out to take the object from Yao Si's hand, looked carefully, looked at Yao Si with a weird expression, and laughed: "Miss, wait a moment, the little eyes are so small that we can let our shopkeeper take a look at the goods."

"No need to read it----you just give it money. I only need one or two ounces, and this thing is worth seven or eight ounces." Yao Si said casually.

"This-----" The shopkeeper glanced at Yao Si in embarrassment, but the latter had a indifferent expression.

He hesitated a little, and finally took a tael of silver from the cabinet behind him, weighed it on the scale plate and showed it to Yao Si before handing the silver to Yao Si.

Yao Si didn't even look at it, and took the silver and put it into his sleeve, then turned his head and left, with a little determination in his simplicity. Zhuang Yan once warned her that this thing could not be regarded as a second time, but she wanted to see what else the man could do. He saved his life this time, and he would always keep it for another use.

Just now, she threw Lan Xin off on Babao Street, so Yao Si thought it would be better to go to Babao Street to look for it. In fact, she was not guarding against Lan Xin, but she felt that there was no need to let Lan Xin know. Even her father had just known about her, and no one knew about it except her father.

As soon as he walked out of Shuncheng Street, Yao Si saw a person who was dressed in disheveled clothes and headed in the messy wine came over.

The man was holding a pot of wine in his hand, stumbled and swayed. He was about to hit him, so Yao Si quickly moved away from his side, but the man still staggered and tripped.

Yao Si didn't care about such people or were about to leave without expression, but suddenly heard the man muttering something, and suddenly she paused under her feet, looking at the ground in disbelief, not knowing whether it was a person who fainted or fell asleep.

The man was still lying on the ground and murmured unconsciously. Yao Si's expression suddenly changed, and he squatted down and lifted the wet and dirty head that was placed on his face.

The pale, rugged, deep-sleeping eyes, stubble on his face, the black-green corners of his eyes and mouth were obviously beaten. The brocade robe on his body had changed color, dirty and rotten. The handsome boy who was originally energetic now seemed to have just crawled out of the pile of dead people.

The boy was still talking, and the smell of alcohol came to his face, which made Yao Si feel ache in his eyes. She looked at the boy on the ground, her face was already wet, but she didn't know how long it took before she called softly.

"Hayan----"

Xin Xiran's motionless body shook suddenly. He closed his eyes, tears kept sliding down the corners of his eyes, choking as he slid: "Si'er---I can see your shadow everywhere now, and hear your voice at any time. What should you do?"

After he said that, he covered his face and started crying.

A young man who looked crazy and dirty, lay on the street and cried bitterly. No matter who walked by, he couldn't help but look at him. After a while, he had already surrounded a small circle.

Yao Si felt sad and stood up with Xin Xiran, pulling the wound on his abdomen, and his face turned pale with pain.

Xin Xiran was already drunk eight or nine minutes old. He felt in a daze that someone was holding him, and his cry turned into a low voice.

"Si'er---Qiuzhan----I'm sorry for you."

Yao Si's nose felt sore, and the tears that he had finally endured were started to surge out again. She struggled to hold Xin Xiran under the eaves of an alley, looking at Xin Xiran's face with blood stasis and mud, feeling very sad.

Why bother to torture yourself? The dead are gone, but the living are tortured alive.

Seeing that there was a stone trough under the eaves that connected to the water, she took a handkerchief to wet it and came to wipe Xin Xiran's face carefully.

The cold touch made Xin Xiran's consciousness clear a little. He opened his hazy eyes and looked at Yao Si in confusion. After a long time, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, tentatively, and carefully touched his warm and smooth cheeks.

His hands were very cold. Yao Si noticed that his hands were already red and swollen. The pampered hands that used to be can no longer be found, and the young man who was once energetic could never find any trace. What has he experienced these days?

Xin Xiran looked at Yao Si in a little panic, frightened, and happily touched his fingertips again. Yes, this feeling was real. He was not dreaming or listening. At this moment, what he was in front of him was his sister Yao.

After having such consciousness in his mind, he withdrew his hand in the blink of an eye, then stood up and turned his head and ran away.

"Xi Ran-----" Yao Si shouted, but Xin Xi Ran was still desperate to get into the alley. Yao Si had no choice but to chase after him.

Fortunately, this is a dead alley, and there is no way out when it runs. Xin Xiran looked at the wall blocking the road, and was about to climb over the wall when he was excited.
Chapter completed!