He remembers me? Lin Yuan realized this.

No one remembers what happened last night, but Xunhua remembers. He remembers himself and he also remembers yesterday. He used the word "again".

Lin Yuan repeated what he did yesterday, pushed the man onto the bed, and treated his wounds.

Xunhua was really too thin, with protruding bones on his back. His thin skin covered the bones, which were crisscrossed with various scars of malicious abuse.

In the moonlight, it looked so pale that it almost looked like a dead body.

Lin Yuan thought, such a smelly place should not exist.

If yesterday, Lin Yuan just casually lent a hand. Today, the same wound, the same bony back, made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Will the feelings deepen, perhaps because he becomes an acquaintance?

Seeing an acquaintance who had just spent one night together being treated like this, I felt angry and sad.

It turns out that the emotions between people change slowly as they get to know each other.

Sometimes it gets better, sometimes it gets worse, and sometimes it becomes deeper and easier to understand each other.

Lin Yuan looked at those strange wounds and couldn't understand why humans had such great malice towards their own kind.

She treated the wounds carefully.

Xunhua lay there with his eyes closed, not caring what Lin Yuan did to him.

His hands were bound by a rope, the rough rope almost embedded in his flesh. When Lin Yuan's dagger squeezed between his skin and the rope and cut the rope, he didn't even move his eyes. He didn't care whether the sharp knife would pierce into the rope or into his flesh.

Only when Lin Yuan covered him with the quilt for the second time, a pale hand reached out and grasped the edge of the quilt, as if that thin quilt could protect him.

Xunhua is still alive, has body temperature, and can move.

But Lin Yuan also felt that he might have died, like a withered tree, empty and numb inside, and the tentacles could hardly capture his emotions.

Lin Yuan went into the bathroom and washed the blood off his hands under the faucet.

The cold water flowed over the skin on the back of the hand, and the bright red blood was carried away by the water.

This is a weird world, but sometimes it feels so real.

The dead Windsor and the living Windsor in front of him. The living Xunhua and the Xunhua who seemed to be dead. Lin Yuan felt a little confused.

She heard Windsor's voice outside saying in a low voice, "Xiao Xun, please be obedient... It's rare to have such a gentle guest..."

Lin Yuan wiped his hands and walked out, hoping that Windsor would stay with him.

Windsor seemed very happy.

"Of course, I am very willing to accompany such a beautiful guest as you."

She sat down next to Lin Yuan, sitting very low, leaning against Lin Yuan's feet, looking up at Lin Yuan with her face raised, her eyes full of smiles. She held Lin Yuan's hands with both hands and put them on her cheeks.

She looked very humble, as if Lin Yuan could do anything to her. But she also gave Lin Yuan an unusually strong feeling, as if this soft body could withstand great suffering.

Windsor's hands are actually very rough, full of acne and dead skin, but his cheeks are plump, rosy, youthful, and have a living warmth.

Lin Yuan found it difficult to connect this face with the gray and lifeless corpse sitting by the window with its head drooping.

After gently touching the warm cheek, Lin Yuan withdrew his hand.

"I want to hear you sing."

Windsor began to sing. Her voice was gentle and had a quiet power. In the brightly lit night, it could soothe the pain in people's hearts and bring them peace.

The silver head on the bed moved slightly and fell asleep in the moonlight.

During this time, the steward here knocked on the door and said, "Windsor, the work is not finished yet, don't hide in there and slack off."

Lin Yuan opened the door and saw a "translucent creature" like a slime, piled up on the ground.

The monster had two cloudy eyes and spoke in a rough male accent, "Windsor, what are you doing in room 8 again? Don't disturb the guests. Get out and do your work. Be careful or I'll beat you to death."

Windsor seemed to be very afraid of him. He hid behind Lin Yuan, biting his lips, his face pale with fear.

Lin Yuan threw a handful of Imperial coins on the ground, "I want to keep her with me."

The monster's eyes lit up, and it squirmed its sticky body, picked up the coins on the floor, and swallowed them one by one into its stomach.

"Bring me the best food and wine." Lin Yuan said.

"Okay, okay. I'll do whatever you say." The monster agreed repeatedly, greedily licking up every coin that rolled onto the floor. Finally, it crawled downstairs, leaving a long trail of water behind it.

The door of the room was closed and the table was piled with endless delicious food.

From time to time, the black silhouettes of guests passing by outside the house flashed on the yellow paper pasted on the window panes near the door. The shadows of those people were stretched out long by the light, like twisted monsters.

The swaying lantern, the moving shadows, the illusory noise... were separated from the house by the shabby wooden door.

In the narrow little room, the moonlight was peaceful, a patient was lying on the bed, and two girls were crowded around a small table eating delicious food.

I also opened a bottle of wine and drank a little.

Really this time? Only a little.

"This sticky sesame dumpling is delicious."

"This is called ciba, which is made by pounding glutinous rice. It takes several hundred poundings."

"Really? You have so many delicious foods here."

"Guest? If you like sweets, I'll make you a bowl of wine-brewed meatballs."

"Call me Lin Yuan."

The sofa here was very worn and very small. The two girls took off their shoes and crossed their legs on it, almost filling it up.

"Miss Yuanyuan," Windsor poured wine for Linyuan, "you must have a lover you like very much. That's why you came here and did nothing but let me sing for you."

"Lover?" Lin Yuan thought carefully while holding the wine glass.

She just had a few friends and was a little more like a normal person. It would probably take a long time for her to have such an intimate and complex relationship as a lover.

"What kind of person can be considered a lover?" Lin Yuan asked her.

She once had a fiancé, but she seemed to have never experienced the kind of intimacy that everyone talked about. Those mysterious feelings and desires that others would get excited about when they talked about them.

Windsor was stunned when he heard the question, and then he couldn't help laughing, "Oh, you are such a person."

"You really don't have a lover? Then why did you come here?" Windsor smiled with her eyebrows curved, and the sweet wine made her cheeks red.

"I'm here to find something." Lin Yuan said, and also said what he was thinking, "You look so beautiful when you smile."

Windsor laughed so hard that his shoulders began to shake, with smiles in his eyes and in his heart.

"You are so good at coaxing people, and so gentle. You will definitely have a very good lover in the future, Miss Yuanyuan."

Am I good at making people happy? Lin Yuan blinked. This was the first time she heard someone comment on her like this.

"Lover," Windsor said, holding the wine glass, his eyes sparkling, "It's like a snail crawling across the back of your hand, like a butterfly's wings gently fluttering in the palm of your hand. It's hard for you to ignore him. You will have a desire for him, miss his fingers, ankles, skin and the way he looks at you. In short, it is a creature that makes your heart beat."

Lin Yuan took a sip of wine. Fingers, ankles, skin... Such a description sounds good.

It seems even more touching than the emotions that the tentacles have often seen.

Lin Yuan drank some more wine. In this room, she felt that she seemed to talk more.

I don't know why, but when I see Windsor's smile, I can't help wanting to talk to her more and listen to her singing more. Fortunately, she still remembers why she came here.

She wanted to know what kind of person Xunhua was and why he was here? He was the only one who remembered everything.

"So, do you like Xunhua?" Lin Yuan asked, "I feel like you take good care of him."

"Do you like Xiao Xun?" Windsor's eyelashes moved and drooped slightly, "Why do you think so..."

"Yuanyuan doesn't seem to be one of us here. You don't know how brilliant a guide Xiaoxun is."

"Guide?" Lin Yuan heard something unexpected and turned to look at the person sleeping on the bed in disbelief. "Aren't guides in the capital of the empire? How come there is a guide here?"

Because the patient was injured, skinny, and had almost no emotions or outward spiritual consciousness. Lin Yuan did not even notice that this person was a guide like himself.

"This is where the criminals stay. Those who are sent here are all people who have committed crimes in military camps in various places." Windsor was very surprised by Lin Yuan's reaction. "Of course there are sentinels and guides in the military camp. The guides and sentinels are always together, so why are they all staying in Kyoto?"

Lin Yuan was dumbfounded. "The guides and the sentinels were together all the time? Fighting together?"

"Of course," Windsor said as a matter of course, as if this should be common knowledge. "Guides are very powerful fighters. Although there are fewer of them, which battalion can do without the existence of guides? Without guides, how can humans fight against the monsters in the contaminated area?"

The guide is a powerful warrior?

A guide is gentle and kind, responsible for taking good care of the lives of the sentinels, isn't he just a vase? This is the common perception in Lin Yuan's world.

Lin Yuan discovered that this was a world very different from what he knew.

Compared to those contaminated areas that have continued from the old days, the Golden Tree Contaminated Area is a newly born contaminated area. The reason for its birth is unknown, but we only know that it was formed only 300 to 400 years ago.

But Lin Yuan felt that the world three or four hundred years ago was a completely different world from today.

Windsor told Lin Yuan a very sad story.

When he was a child, Windsor's family was very poor and he had many brothers and sisters. His mother could not bear the burden of life and died early, leaving only a father in the family who did not care much about the children's life or death.

At that time, she was in fear every day. She was afraid that her drunk father would beat her up. She was even more afraid of the look in her eyes from a neighbor who lived next door.

As she grew older, the neighbor came to her house more often to treat her father to drinking. When he was drunk, he looked at her like a hungry wolf eyeing meat. It made her shudder.

Windsor tried to avoid this person, but he couldn't avoid him in the end. Once, when he was returning home from buying wine, he was dragged into the alley by the fluffy arm before he even entered the house.

Her mouth was covered tightly and she was slapped several times on the face. The drunken man was beating her while pulling his belt.

At that time, Windsor actually didn't believe that anyone would come to save her.

Her father had already drunk as much as mud. Even if he wasn't drunk, he probably wouldn't care about her.

She couldn't even call for help. Her face was swollen and her mouth was covered by that smelly hand.

She could only scream in her heart. If thoughts could be heard, then her screams would surely be heard very far away.

So far away that it was heard by the moon in the sky.

That was the first time Windsor saw Xunhua. The young military officer in a guide uniform appeared in a dirty alley and said coldly, "Get lost."

The man who was like an insurmountable mountain in Windsor's eyes covered his head and wailed, as if he was beaten on the brain, with tears and snot streaming down his face, and he rolled away trembling.

"Although my life was not easy later on, I always remember the person who helped me back then." Windsor said to Lin Yuan.

She accidentally drank a little too much, and the water reflected in her eyes. "Every time I think of there are people like this in the world, my heart becomes stronger."

"What happened next?" Lin Yuan asked her.

"Later, I actually saw Xiaoxun here." Windsor's expression became depressed, and there was no smile in his crooked eyes.

"They say he is the moon that fell into the ditch, but I think the moon is still the moon no matter where it is. How can a mouse like me who originally lived in a ditch like me like the moon?"

"I just want to help him a little and repay his kindness a little bit."

"Oh, look at me." She wiped her face which was hot from the alcohol, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say too much and let you hear such unhappy things. How about I sing another song for you? Yuanyuan, do you have any songs you like to listen to?"

"I liked that song you sang last night."

"Last night?" Windsor thought puzzledly. She remembered that this was the first time she sang for Lin Yuan.

Maybe everyone drank too much.

"The song about mice you sang last night was very cheerful," Lin Yuan said. "It made people happy. Mice actually have cute species and are very qualified to like the moon. I like mice very much."

"Really? I do have a song about mice. How did you know that?" Windsor laughed again. "Do you really like mice?"

"Yes, I just fell in love with them. I like mice, crabs, big snakes and little birds... They are all very cute. I think they are much better than the cold moon."

Windsor started singing a ballad again, a cheerful song about mice that she had composed herself.

Time passed, and a sound like thunder came from afar. It was like something was burning, and it was even louder and more violent than the noise last night.

Xunhua, who was lying on the bed, had a high fever again. He was burning with fever all over his body, and neither antipyretics nor physical cooling could reduce his high fever.

But the man seemed to be awake, and his cold and numb eyes softened in the high fever. He kept looking for Windsor's figure with those eyes, as if she was the only pillar in this world.

There was a soft knock on the door, which was the secret signal agreed upon by Ni Ji and Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan quietly poked his head out and saw Ni Ji standing outside the house.

"Someone set that tree on fire." Ni Ji said to her in a low voice.

Perhaps inspired by Ni Ji's fighting style last night, several sentinels got together today. They collected a lot of flammable and explosive things and made them into long-range incendiary bombs.

They probably wanted to burn the strange tree completely and see if there was anything else under the abyss.

The battle was so big that even from here you could see the fireballs being thrown far across the sky.

A huge waning moon hung in the night sky, and dots of fire on the ground seemed to be burning under the moon.

"I'll go take a look." Ni Ji said, "I'll be back soon."

He glanced at the room where Lin Yuan had stayed and switched to communicating in sign language.

He was hiding not far away just now and heard a lot of the conversation inside.

These two people are indeed very special, Ni Ji said in sign language, especially the one on the bed, I feel he is a little dangerous, you...

"I'll be careful." Lin Yuan replied him and made a reassuring gesture.

Ni Ji opened his mouth before leaving, but said nothing in the end.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan was a guide who was good at capturing other people's subtle emotions. At this moment, he suddenly had an idea and added a few words to the sentinel who was about to leave.

"Hey, I like mice, crabs, snakes, birds, and killer whales."

【Great】

[Improvement]

【Well done】

[The mouse is really cute. It has taught the subject so much.]