Anhua would notice the singing father and daughter because she found some weirdness in some details.

The piano master's clothes were very old and there were no traces of cleaning from time to time, but they were extremely clean. What's even more strange is that there was a little snow inside and outside Gaoyang Town, and the streets were muddy and difficult to walk. There was no mud on his cloth shoes, which looked like new.

There was also that beautiful little girl, who did not have the fear or self-pity of a young singer, just sat quietly in the corner of the house, slightly raised her head, with a slightly dull look, because the indifference between her eyebrows and eyes could also be understood as disdain for everything around her, and in short, she felt a sense of isolation from the world.

This is not an ordinary singing father and daughter, at least not a common singing father and daughter.

An Hua just thought of this sentence, and a crisp and moving sound of the piano sounded from the middle-aged scholar's fingers, and then it never stopped, and it was like flowing water.

What followed was the little girl's singing. The little girl's voice sounded nice, but the pronunciation was a bit special. The tip of her tongue would be slightly rolled up at the end, as if she wanted to swallow the syllable back to part of it. However, it did not make people feel confused, nor did it make people feel bored when they heard it. Instead, it was like a peerless beauty behind the half-rolled bead curtain.

Anhua has lived in Kyoto for a long time and has heard many famous songs, but has never heard such songs. He accidentally immersed himself in it and temporarily forgot the strange feeling in his heart.

Just a song, the second floor of the inn was quiet for a long time before applause and praise sounded. The applause and praise were not particularly enthusiastic, not because everyone thought the father and daughter were singing badly, but because everyone was like Anhua, and felt that the afterglow was unforgettable and could not bear to be interrupted with applause.

The father and daughter did not stand up to give their gifts, did not express gratitude, and did not even take the money, and sat quietly in the corner of the house.

The father was adjusting the strings of the piano, but the little girl still had no expression on her face.

Anhua instructed the maid to bring the little girl over and wanted to ask the other party a few words.

The little girl ignored it and still looked out the window, her eyes a little out of focus, and she didn't know where to look.

An Hua was a little depressed, but she was gentle and didn't think it was offended. She called the waiter who came to the inn and asked a few questions before she realized that the singing father and daughter were from Gaoyang Town, which she had just come to yesterday. The father was a mute, and the daughter also had some problems, as if she had some strange disease.

Anhua got up and walked towards the corner of the house, smiled and greeted the mute violinist, then squatted down in front of the little girl, reaching out and holding her hand.

She is a teaching position in the Thirteenth Division of Qinghuan. She is very skilled in both the Holy Light and the Medical Skills. She just holds hands and has completed the pulse with her fingers. Feeling the pulse from her finger belly, she frowned slightly and found that the girl's body is indeed in trouble, and it is very complicated. It is very likely that she has brought great damage to the sea of ​​consciousness.

She looked up at the little girl.

The little girl was still looking out the window.

Anhua's eyes fell on the girl's side face.

Apart from the fact that the little girl had a little wider eyes, she couldn't find any problems. She was very beautiful and could even be said to be very beautiful.

——It’s a pity that such a beautiful little man is a little stupid.

Anhua felt a lot of sympathy for the little girl, and took a purse from her sleeve and prepared to secretly stuff it to the other party.

There was some silver in that purse.

At this time, the little girl retracted her gaze from the window and looked at Anhua.

At this time, it had been a time since An Hua took her hand and counted her breaths, and the girl's reaction seemed to be a little slow.

But Anwar would never think so again, or rather, dare not think so again.

Because she saw the little girl's eyes.

At such a close distance, she finally understood that the little girl's eyes were not dull, but just calm.

Her breath is not alienation, but arrogance deeply rooted in the bones.

Except for snow in the world, no other people or things can disturb her heart and make her no longer calm.

Seeing the little girl's eyes, An Hua suddenly felt that all the snow outside the window was pouring in, penetrated his clothes and flesh, and fell directly on his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was as if a grass saw the endless storm of snow, and it was as if an ant saw the giant.

Her body became extremely cold and stiff, and she could not even move a finger.

She even felt that the next moment her sea of ​​consciousness would be frozen into ice and then die silently.

At this moment, the little girl saw the purse in her hand.

The little girl nodded slowly, her movements were very subtle, and she would not notice it without careful observation.

Then, she turned her head and looked out the window again.

The violent snowstorm stopped, and the giant disappeared indifferently. Anhua finally felt the warmth in the real world.

Her body was no longer stiff and could move. She didn't dare to stop any longer, so she took the maid downstairs.

When she arrived downstairs, she realized that her clothes were all wet with sweat.

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Anhua did not tell anyone about this, including the general in the team leader, and the manager of the Sheng Hospital named Yang. Because she had a strong sense that she almost died because she discovered a secret. Now that she can survive, she should continue to keep this matter as a secret.

This is what the little girl asked for her speechlessly.

Because of fear, when she returned to the backyard and heard the general say it would be best to set off immediately, she had no comments and just asked some questions.

"Have you confirmed the specific location?"

"The military government has sent people to check the whereabouts of the medicinal materials for two days in advance, so there should be no mistake."

There is a medicine shop in Gaoyang Town. According to the scout's reward, many medicinal materials will be transported to this medicine shop, and then in the middle of the night, it will be transported out of the city without any trace. It is obvious that the owner of the cinnabar pill chose Gaoyang Town because the transportation here is convenient now and he can get any medicine he wants.

In the afternoon of that day, General, Anhua, Mr. Yang and dozens of soldiers, led the maids and the young formation master on the stretcher, embarked on the road of seeking medical treatment.

Leaving Gaoyang Town, deviating from the official road and military road, heading towards the depths of Hanshan Mountain further north. The road is getting deeper and deeper, no longer muddy, and it is also difficult to walk.

The deeper you go to the mountains, the quieter it is and the more beautiful it is. There is a light smoke from the cold pine trees.

If it weren't for the war, or if it had long been turned into a scenic spot.

The red warmth at dusk disappeared, and the night fell. With the starlight, the team moved forward with difficulty. At some point, they finally arrived at their destination.

There is a small courtyard deep in Hanshan, surrounded by water next to the courtyard, and the smoke is steaming, which should be caused by the hot springs.

Because of geothermal heat, even though it is already cold winter, the courtyard is still full of vitality, and the four seasons naturally form a state of four seasons at a distance from the hot spring water.

There are green bamboo forests in the courtyard wall, with blooming flowers in front of the courtyard, and trees with fallen leaves in front of the half-arched window.

Of course, most places are still cold, such as snow everywhere on that small lake.

There is a pavilion in the snow lake, and there are gauze curtains around it, and there are two figures hidden inside.

The wind suddenly rises, lifting a corner of the gauze curtain.

There is a fire in the pavilion and several plum branches.

A man and a little girl sit opposite each other across the stove.

The girl looked childish, dressed in black, and was covered in chill.

The man was not old and had clean eyes.

No matter how snow or plum is, it is not as good as that.

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Chapter completed!