Thirty-ninth Raiders

three months.

The search range has been extended to the lower edge of the river, because if it falls into the river, it may be carried farther by the current if there is a heavy rain for a long time.

Still nothing.

…

half a year.

Perhaps after falling into the river, he died and was gradually eaten by fish and shrimp. Maybe it fell in the woods, the leaves are all over the body, and it should be corrupted in half a year.

In short.

There is no hope.

*

*

one year later.

…

The little girl has grown a little taller than she was on the train a year ago. But still chubby, two small hands carefully picked up a box from the drawer and ran out.

The woman stood in the yard waiting for her.

Seeing the little girl come out, he bent over and wiped her face, "Have you got your things ready?"

"Um."

The little girl nodded, indicating the box in her hand.

"Let's go then."

The young mother took her daughter's hand and said softly, "When you come back, mom will make dumplings for you and dad."

"Okay, I'll help my mother too." The little girl held her mother in one hand and hugged the box tightly in the other.

The two walked out of the courtyard.

Two guards stood straight outside waiting.

Arrived at the Shen residence.

The guards brought the two in. Soldiers with guns were everywhere along the way, and the security was heavily guarded. The woman picked up the child and said softly, "Don't be afraid, you can go home with your mother soon."

The little girl is silent.

Whispered: "Nannan is not afraid, mother."

The woman bowed her head slightly surprised. The young marshal is a figure everyone is afraid of, and foreign forces dare not reach out to the sixth province.

Over the past year, under his protection, the provinces and cities have miraculously lived and worked in peace and contentment in the troubled times.

It's like being cut off from war with the outside world.

Like a peach blossom.

The decisive killing of the young marshal is also more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

She hugged the child tightly and asked softly, "Why aren't you afraid?"

"Because..." The child thought for a while and whispered, "Mom, adults are very gentle."

Her little head is not rich in vocabulary, she can only think of this word.

The woman was slightly surprised: "Are you gentle?"

If this word spread into the ears of others, I am afraid it would be ridiculous.

The young marshal and the words gentleness have never been related to each other.

Outside Qiuyuan, she put the little girl down and patted her head: "Mom is waiting for you here."

The little girl nodded, held the small box, and was taken in by the guards.

through the long corridor.

Come to the library.

The guard took the child to the door and let her go in with the box herself.

The little girl walked in holding her breath, saw the tall figure behind the desk, hugged the box tightly, walked over slowly, and placed the box gently on the table.

Third Master Shen clears his narrow eyes behind the lens, only looking at the box.

The child's fleshy hand opened the box.

Reveal a paper cut inside.

Simple outline, lifelike and ready to fly.

She carefully took out the paper-cut, as she had done countless times in the past, spread it out to reveal the beautiful pattern, and placed it in front of the man.

He just looked down silently.

After a while.

Then he said indifferently: "Go back."

"Yes."

The little girl silently put away the paper-cut, put it in the box, picked it up and wanted to leave.

She took a half step back, but hesitated, and asked carefully, "Brother, if you like this, you can keep it with you."

The man hung his long eyelashes slightly, the gold chain of the lenses drooped slightly, and the eyelashes covered his eyes.

He answered calmly:

"No. She gave it to you."

The little girl looked at each other and didn't know why. Even though her brother's expression was flat, she suddenly felt very sad in her heart. She held the box in her small hand: "Then brother, you can pick it up and take a look..."

Every time, just let her take it out.

Put it back.

He hadn't even touched it.

…

Third Master Shen raised his eyes, but still had no emotions, and said quietly, "...she hates me."

"..."

The little girl was stunned.

Looking at the good-looking brother, his long fingers slightly supported his fair forehead, and his voice was calm.

"Stop letting me take it. She hates me...I'll just watch."

"..."

The little girl bit her lip.

She was still young, so she obviously didn't understand anything, and the man had a flat tone. But his sadness was too obvious to the child. I have to pick her up once a week, not for anything else, just to see this paper-cut for two seconds. Her eyes were slowly covered with mist, and she obediently held the box and went out.

The woman is waiting outside.

Seeing the child come out sobbing slightly, he felt a tightness in his heart and hurriedly hugged her.

"what's wrong?"

The little girl wiped her tears and shook her head. She didn't know what to do, but...

"Mom, I feel so sad."

She was picked up by her mother, and the guards took them out of Qiuyuan. She remembered the quiet few seconds of getting along in the study, and murmured, "Mom, brother is very gentle."

She thought about it, lowered her head, and stared at the small box in her arms.

"...When I look at this, it's very gentle."

…

…

Another twilight.

The old butler looked at the sky, knocked on the study door, and then opened the door and entered.

Sure enough, the lights weren't on.

Every evening when it got dark, the young master would silently look out the window.

If no one calls for him, he can go on like this until the evening.

The old butler whispered, "Master, it's time to go back for dinner."

After a while.

The other party only withdrew his gaze, Changzhi took off his glasses, and replied indifferently, "Yeah."

The old butler felt a little uncomfortable.

Since Miss Yu is gone.

This year, the young master seemed to be back in the past, when Miss Yu had not been here. Qiuyuan still has such a chilling and cold atmosphere, but the third masters of the little flowers did not let them be demolished, so they left them to grow up freely. Others are exactly the same as before, and I can't see that the young master has any emotions.

Apart from the more ruthless means than before, he hardly showed any signs of being affected. However, both the old man Shen and the housekeeper felt frightened.

He glanced at the documents on the table and persuaded: "Master, don't you want to rest? Why don't you rest tomorrow... The day after tomorrow?"

"No need." Shen Yun's eyes were light, "It's not over yet."

The old butler carefully advised, "...But it's okay to take a break from time to time. You can't do so many things every day. The Middle Six Province is now prosperous and peaceful, you can relax for a day or two..."

"..."

Third Master Shen was silent.

No answer.

He pushed away the document in front of him, lowered his eyes and put the pen into the pen holder indifferently, got up from behind the desk, lowered his eyelashes, and said nothing.

The sixth province is prosperous and peaceful.

Not for anything else.

Because that person once held him and said softly and sweetly:

—— "The third master protects the entire Sixth Form Province and is a great hero."

Even the compliments heard in class.

But he is alive now and just wants to do something.

Let her not hate him so much.

for example.

Protect the six provinces.

Be the fake she said...

big hero.