Shen Xu sat up and hugged Song Lin in front of her. She gasped and endured the splitting headache. After a long time, she spoke in a hoarse voice: "I was dreaming."

"Yeah, it's okay, it's okay."

Tears could not stop flowing out of her eyes, and she sobbed, "I dreamed of Yan, and he seemed to be dead."

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." Song Lin patted her back gently and comforted her: "It can't be true, you must be too tired."

It took a long time for Shen Mo to calm down. She looked around. The bright room was very tidy. Sunlight leaked in from the window. Birds chirped and sang outside the window. There was a peaceful and stable atmosphere.

She said vaguely, "Is it morning already?"

"Well, Xiuxiu, if you feel uncomfortable, lie down for a while." Song Lin changed a clean pillow for her and was about to help her lie down.

"It's okay, I can get up. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Xu didn't want to lie down anymore. She tried hard to recall the details of her dream, but she couldn't remember anything except the scene where the man named Yan spat out a mouthful of black blood and hung his hands to die.

"Then don't be too tired. If you feel unwell, ask Aunt Zhang to come to the classroom to find me."

"Well, it's okay, I'm not that delicate." Shen Xu put on his shoes and socks and walked out of the room.

Only then did they realize that there was a young man sitting at the small table at the kitchen door. He was frowning as he ate the bread they had left over from yesterday, as if the food in his hand was very difficult to swallow.

When he saw the two people coming out of the room, he looked at them very vigilantly, and quickly wolfed down the cake. When he was about to stand up and go back to his room, he choked on the dry cake and pounded his chest in pain.

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." Song Lin poured him a glass of water, and when he didn't take it, he simply put it on the table.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and only took the water and drank it when he felt really uncomfortable from choking.

Seeing the young man guzzling water in a panic, Shen Xu suddenly recalled her own plight, which was no better than his. She asked him with concern, "What's your name? Where do you live? Who else is at home?"

The boy glanced at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the two didn't force him to answer. Song Lin went to the street to buy some scallion pancakes and soy milk, and soon returned to the yard. The two sat at the table and ate breakfast. They asked the boy if he wanted to eat something else, but the boy went back to the side room without saying a word and locked himself up.

"Okay, I'm going to work for you. Don't play around and forget to eat lunch. Lie down when you're tired."

"Yeah, I won't forget." Shen Xu listened to his instructions with a smile, put his arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, "You should be careful too."

The corners of Song Lin's handsome lips curled up. He leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly, then opened the gate and went out.

For several days, the boy only came out to eat, and usually locked himself in the room. Except when the two of them went into the side room to take a shower, he almost never left the room.

Shen Xu took the workpiece that had been roughly ground by the blacksmith shop owner and began to grind it carefully with a whetstone in the yard.

"Miss Chen, it's time for lunch." Aunt Zhang called out to the courtyard. Song Lin's courtyard now had another person who only ate and did not work. She was unhappy again and kept nagging, "Constable Song is really something. It's fine if he just picked up a wife, but now he picked up a little beggar. They act like they are ancestors and have to treat them to lunch!"

The young man walked out of the side room, took a bowl of noodles, sat down at the small table at the kitchen door and started eating.

Aunt Zhang called Shen Xu impatiently again: "Miss Shen, please come in and eat. The noodles are clumping."

"Okay, got it. You guys eat first." Chen Xu was grinding the workpiece without raising his head. After grinding these, he would be able to finish the work before Song Lin's next day off.

After the boy finished his noodles, he saw the woman in the yard, her head down, grinding something seriously. Finally, curious, he walked out of the room, stood beside her, and spoke after a long absence: "What is this?"

Shen Xu looked up. Beads of sweat covered her face, and her hair stuck to her cheeks. She smiled faintly and replied, "A gift."

"Is it for Brother Song?"

Shen Xu nodded. He was really surprised to hear the young man call Song Lin brother.

For the past few days, the young man hadn't said a word to anyone. Captain Song had even brought someone to take a statement, but no matter what anyone said, he wouldn't respond. If he hadn't said at the clinic that he didn't want to go to the government office, everyone would have thought he was mute.

But he actually called Brother Song?

The boy didn't say anything else, but just squatted there blankly watching her grinding the workpiece.

Shen Xu polished the last piece of parts, put them together, fetched some water to wash his hands, poured a bowl of noodles that had become mushy in the pot, and ate it without any care.

After finishing the noodles, she cleaned up the dishes, walked into the side room, took out a set of tools from the cabinet, and began to assemble them on the table.

She quickly installed the spring and blade, and carefully inlaid the copper wedding certificate she had made a few days ago on the outer shell of the handle.

Shen Xu carefully adjusted the mechanism inside and repeatedly tested the mechanism on the handle. After the blade retracted, popped out, and rotated very smoothly, he fixed all the mechanisms and sealed them with the outer shell.

The boy seemed to no longer be shy and gathered around the table to watch her assemble the knives. When he saw the finished product, his eyes widened in surprise.

It was a very special dagger, its blade, with black lines and cracks, still honed to a very sharp edge. The iron handle was polished to a very bright shine, and two small copper plates were inlaid on each side, with dignified and clear regular script characters on them.

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