Xie Yuanyuan was still wandering aimlessly on this snowfield.
There is only one reason why it is said to be a snowfield instead of a foggy white plain. It is really too cold. The polar regions where heinous criminals were exiled in ancient times were nothing more than this. The fog is like thick flowing ice and snow. No light can shine in here. The earth is white, the sky is white, and the air is also white. It is like a cage covered with dry ice, with only the smallest cracks in the ice and snow. A strong flow of cold air.
He was walking in the snow-like thick fog, wearing only the thinnest cloth and open-toed straw sandals on his feet. This look may be suitable for the southern country where it is warm all year round. But it is definitely not suitable for this weird and cold death place, but Xie Yuanyuan walked in it and didn't feel how cold it was.
He was tired from walking, so he brushed away the fog, pulled out a rainproof tarpaulin from his backpack, spread it on the ground, then sat down and looked ahead miserably.
Everything was white, he blinked, and finally had to lower his head and look at the off-white oilcloth under him.
"Still haven't found anything today?" Du Zijun's voice came out from the locator used for communication at the right time. A blue light flashed in mid-air. The girl's slender body stood upright like a steel gun at the same time, with a burning cigarette between her long fingers. , with an expression of cold indifference, only a glimmer of concern that was difficult to detect in the depths of his eyes.
"No." Xie Yuanyuan's head drooped, "Still... nothing."
In the first few days, he was indeed very cold and could only rely on the few fuels in his backpack to keep warm. Moreover, no matter how high the level of the suit he wore to keep out the cold, it could only support a constant temperature for a fixed period of time. He Qin observed it for a few days and suggested that he not wear equipment with a system appraisal level, so Xie Yuanyuan tried his best to dig out the fifth world's prison clothes and straw sandals from the storage, and it turned out that he was really not cold anymore.
"The fog is too thick," He Qin explained, "They will corrode your props, and your physique is quite special, so when you put on a whiteboard outfit with no level, they will ignore you..."
Xie Yuanyuan: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be best if I didn't wear it?"
"Well, it's not impossible." He Qin pondered for a moment, and actually nodded, "But for the sake of our eyes, you'd better have some covering clothes."
Du Zijun also fell silent. He was not a good at comforting others. After a while, he said dryly: "We can meet up tomorrow and fish you out soon."
"Sister, please don't make me feel like I'm in jail..." Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head feebly, "You even fished me out... I'm not that bad of a loser."
Du Zijun said mercilessly: "Look at how you look now, how different you are from a defeated dog."
"Hey! I'm... now!" Xie Yuanyuan opened his eyes wide, and the color of his skin almost blended into the background fog against the background of his black hair. He twisted his body restlessly, looking like an inconspicuous little soil. Dogs will also jump up and bite people, but in a moment, the little native dog slumped down. He twisted his body again and sat down between the oilcloth frustratedly.
"Okay, okay..." he said frustratedly, "So what if I'm a loser? Anyway, I'm so unlucky. Who else can be transported to such a place where no one can shit... like me... It doesn’t matter if I freeze to death, but it’s better now. Even if I take off my clothes, no one will take a second look, and even these ghosts and fog will forget about me... "
He muttered and huddled up on the oilcloth: "Little Transparent has no spring, Little Transparent cannot even freeze to death, Little Transparent is not even worthy of winter..."
Du Zijun stopped talking. The blue light bumped slightly. He found a seat and sat down. He stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette and said calmly: "Clear the place."
There was a delicate commotion around him, like a sudden awakening of the blossoming spring.
The narrow field of view provided by the locator did not allow Xie Yuanyuan to fully see the environment around him, but he could see the lines that suddenly came to life behind Du Zijun - they were countless gorgeous and flowery brocades, all winding like flowing spring water at this moment. Standing up, the girl's snow-white and slender fingers, like spring bamboo shoots, are holding flower petals and exquisitely swaying dark hair, her soft and smooth earlobes are decorated with bright moons, her slender collarbones are like pure white jade, and her neckline is embroidered with gorgeous clouds. Peonies and cherry blossoms... It's like a person is walking and admiring a mural with many beauties. Suddenly, all the beauties in the painting come to life, with beautiful smiles and beautiful eyes, swaying silk ribbons and draped silks, singing and walking around this People say haha, you can’t think of it!
Xie Yuanyuan was stunned, he really didn't expect it.
The girls in Du Zijun's background are obviously all beauties. How can a girl with a voice like an oriole out of the valley not be beautiful? The beautiful corners that could be revealed by the locator were still moving around in dissatisfaction. One said: "Why is this? Just now you were told not to let us talk, and now we are being let out..."
"That's right, it's too much..."
"Hate, hate!"
With such soft words and coquettish words, not even the Buddha can calm his mind, right
Du Zijun was dressed in black and looked like an inhumane cold gun in the gorgeous fragrance. He pressed his brows and was silent for a moment, which seemed very nerve-wracking.
"This is my lounge," he said, "Stop making trouble, didn't Li Zhengqing assign you a task?"
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Xie Yuanyuan seemed to have come to his senses. Are Li Zhengqing and Du Zijun on her territory
The girls were still lingering, the brocade was rippling, and it seemed that Du Zijun couldn't escape from this spring. The locator fixed on his body was crooked, and half of the beautiful and nephrite-like faces were immediately reflected. They were indeed girls. They were no more than sixteen years old, so their astonishing beauty also contained a youthful charm, and even more so. It seems thrilling. Du Zijun's shoulder blades rose and fell several times, but miraculously suppressed them in the end.
Li Zhengqing... Xie Yuanyuan thought of the unsmiling female leader. Why are there these little girls in Swords Like a Dream
"That's enough!" Du Zijun shouted, stopping their laughing and tugging, "Do you want to go out now, or do you want to wait for me to wash you out with water?"
This deterrent should be effective. The girls quietly closed their red lips and put away their indulgent attitude. There was a rustle of clothing materials, and about twelve people came out, Xie Yuanyuan thought.
When the room finally became completely quiet, Du Zijun frowned and turned on the exhaust switch. Xie Yuanyuan asked tentatively: "Those... what are those?"
He did not ask who those people were, because he felt that those girls did not look like human beings, but more like monsters and monsters born in the mountains and forests.
Du Zijun patted the makeup marks on his body. Even though he had raised several women before, he still couldn't adapt to this strange situation. He said expressionlessly: "Don't underestimate them, these are all generals."
"彽婳...general?" Xie Yuanyuan said blankly.
Du Zijun raised his eyes, looked at his dull expression, frowned and said, "I'll skip this for now. Let me ask you, what's the matter with you?"
Xie Yuanyuan was stunned again. Just now, the group of blossoming generals diluted his sorrow of separation, but now that Du Zijun asked him this question, he seemed to be a little aggrieved.
… What else could happen? That’s all. It’s fate.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Du Zijun said, "Are you wronged?"
Xie Yuanyuan groaned: "...No."
Du Zijun put the silver lighter on the coffee table and lit another cigarette. The shape of women's cigarettes was slender. In the smoke, he looked at the burning cigarette butt and said lightly: "This kind of menthol cigarette used to be hers." The one I like to smoke the most.”
"What, what, what..." Xie Yuanyuan was confused, "What her... which her? Sister, don't you think your introduction to this topic is a bit abrupt? This is too sudden!"
"I've never told you before," Du Zijun went his own way and dusted off his cigarette, "she is my half-sister, and her mother is my father's mistress."
"Wait, wait a minute, don't think about the past all by yourself!" Xie Yuanyuan shouted, holding his head, "And what's the matter with your family's tradition of mistresses? If you don't enter my Du family, you are not a member of the Du family!"
Du Zijun continued: "I have never seen her before she was ten years old. The old man is used to raising illegitimate children outside. For him, having many children and being blessed is a symbol of a man, but burdensome children are unnecessary. He is willing to promote some sons who are working hard to climb up, because blood is a guarantee of loyalty to a certain extent, but to him, daughters are just tools for marriage and exchange, and there is nothing he loves or dislikes."
Xie Yuanyuan was also distracted by this so-called wealthy family's deep past, and couldn't help but said: "Oh oh oh... I understand, it's that one, often played in holographic dramas, unforgettable daze!"
Du Zijun ignored his vulgar complaints and continued: "I was fourteen years old that year, and she was only ten years old. Although she was a yellow-haired girl who had not yet opened her body, her mother was a beauty, and the old man looked human when he was young. Her looks are very valuable to the family, so the first time I saw her was when the married family decided whether to choose her."
"Ten years old, are you perverted..." Xie Yuanyuan was a little dumbfounded, "But I heard that rich people have some disgusting habits, such as eating human bodies and playing with young girls..."
Du Zijun glanced at him, his eyes were clear and piercing, making him shut up immediately: "I don't know what a country boy's habit is. The youngest son of the family to be married is the same age as me. This is just a signal of cooperation. The marriage contract has been negotiated, no matter what He is willing to exchange for any number of women in the future, but the interests between the families must be guaranteed by the exchange."
"Oh oh oh..."
"But, that boy is a sick boy." The corner of Du Zijun's mouth twitched, like a half-finished sneer, "It's not a congenital disease. The fourteen-year-old male is already capable of doing anything. I don't care how he was... The maid at home spent money like that at a young age, but that day I saw my sister for the first time, and she was watering the flowers in the garden."
"Water the flowers?"
Du Zijun said: "Yes, water the flowers. She took a fancy to a rose in the flower bed, but it was just a bud, and then she asked the servant to borrow an old-fashioned watering can, hoping that the flowers would bloom quickly. I walked over, When I asked her what she was doing, she called me big brother and answered me like this."
"At that time, she had nothing to do, so I asked her again, if the rose grows, who do you want to give it to?"
Xie Yuanyuan said: "Let me guess, she won't say it will be given to you..."
"She just sighed." Du Zijun said, "She asked me, big brother, there are so many roses here, thousands, tens of thousands, as many as the stars in the sky, but I just like this one. . Why should I pick a precious rose that is one in tens of millions and give it to others? I just want to wait for it to bloom and see it in the spring."
Du Zijun said nothing for a while.
"I called the maid and asked who this little girl was. The maid looked at me very embarrassed, and finally she told me that she was a young lady."
"I understood immediately. I went to my dad and asked if the person you called over was your illegitimate daughter? He said yes. I said I wanted her to stay here and be my sister. Do you agree?" The burning cigarette butt was scarlet and almost burned to his fingertips, but Du Zijun still ignored it, "My dad laughed, he patted me on the shoulder and said to me, boy, look at your sister's face, she is destined to be If you want to break it in the hands of a man, if you don't break it today, you will break it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next year and the year after that. This is her life, do you care about it?"
Xie Yuanyuan complained: "Your father is really a strange man. How did the father say to his brother, do you care about your sister's life? How did you answer?"
"I just said screw it," Du Zijun shrugged, "It's the mistress who gets the upper hand anyway."
Xie Yuanyuan: "..."
Xie Yuanyuan: "Okay! Okay! No problem at all! What next?"
"Then?" Du Zijun rubbed his fingers together and crushed the cigarette butt into pieces, "Then he said you can negotiate on your own, so I went. The sick man seemed reluctant to let him go, so I held him down. He beat me on the ground, punched me and asked if I agreed to let him go. After hearing the news, his two brothers came over and they were both adults. They beat me until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, but unfortunately I didn't die. Then I got up and beat me again. They beat me until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen... I was young, but I was very talented in fighting, and the coach said it hurt when I hit people with my fists."
"I don't want to delve into why the coach said it hurts when you hit someone with your fist..." Xie Yuanyuan said silently, "So... you just snatched her back?"
"Yeah." Du Zijun replied, "She's quite stupid. She doesn't know what's going on anyway, so she just lives there happily, following me around and calling her brother every day."
"Oh..." Xie Yuanyuan always felt that this turning point had an ominous meaning and did not dare to say anything.
"Later," Du Zijun laughed, "Ginger is still hotter with age."
"After I took over the property, I used very tough methods to develop the family, which offended many people. I didn't know if this would affect her, so I could only try to stay away from her and let as many people as possible think favorably of her - I thought this It’s just protection.”
"One day, she rescued a pretty boy who was being chased on the street." Du Zijun's expression was very calm, "That man was a cowherd in the dark street. I checked, and he was very innocent. It's just that his family owed debt and he needed to He sold himself to repay her, and he was clean and not sick. The pretty girl gradually got closer to her, and I said to myself, if she wants to play, it doesn't matter if she keeps this person."
Recalling that Du Zijun vaguely said that his sister was not in a good mental state, Xie Yuanyuan suddenly felt a little trembling.
"And then...?" he asked.
"She disappeared." In the darkness, the muscles on Du Zijun's face trembled. "She disappeared for a long time without any trace. When we found her again, she was pregnant and miscarried again. She was pregnant twice and also miscarried. Twice. Someone performed memory removal surgery on her, her eyes and lips were reshaped, and her bones were modified, but I couldn't find her in time."
"Where was she...where did she come from?" He laughed again, "I can't remember it. The slums? Forget it, it was demolished anyway. She worked as a prostitute there for one night. Pick up a dozen people and sell yourself to support that pretty boy."
Xie Yuanyuan's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed back and forth, not knowing what to say.
"Her name is Du Zijun." Du Zijun... Du Zijun said lightly.
"She's my sister."