Chapter 407
Insomnia
Chapter 407 Insomnia
When a person finds his own roots, it is like a breath growing out of his body. As long as this breath is there, Yan Sanhe feels that his whole body has endless energy.
No need to even sleep.
She pressed against Li Buyan's body and scratched her waist with her hands.
"Stop talking, talk to me."
"My lady..."
Li Buyan managed to hold on a little more energy.
"It's been a tiring day from morning to night, and it's already late at night. In two hours, it will be dawn. Is it okay to say tomorrow?"
But I have many, many words in my heart.
I am from the Zheng family.
The Zheng family was killed in the eighth year of Yonghe;
I alone survived;
How did I survive?
One question after another flashed through his mind more and more clearly, and Yan Sanhe sat up with excitement.
Li Buyan grabbed her and sat up too.
"Yan Sanhe."
Her voice was full of fatigue, "No matter what you say, I will always be with you. You can't be anxious, you have to calm down."
"I can't stay still."
As soon as Yan Sanhe thought that he was a member of the Zheng family, he felt that the blood in his body was on fire.
"You go to bed first, and I'll go to the study to sit for a while."
Li Wuyan looked at her steadily and compromised: "Then don't sit there for too long and come back early."
"it is good."
Yan Sanhe stood up, stood still for a while, and then sat down by the bed.
"No words, I want to stay, stay in the capital, and solve these mysteries one after another."
"Then buy this house."
Li Buyan yawned and fell back, "The capital is your root, let's take root first."
……
In another courtyard.
Little Mr. Pei pressed one leg against the quilt, with one eye closed and one eye held on for dear life. He said feebly:
"Thank you fifty, thank you third master, thank you ancestor, can you go to sleep."
"No."
Xie Zhifei, who was behind the bed, kicked him and said, "Please chat with me for a while longer."
Brother, you are making things difficult for me.
Little Mr. Pei put the quilt over his head and said, "Well, you think I'm dead."
"Pei Mingting, even if you die and become a ghost, you still have to talk to me."
Xie Zhifei kicked him again, and the dead body suddenly exploded, his eyes fixed on the person behind his feet.
Xie Zhifei was stunned when he looked at him, "What are you doing?"
What are you doing? Something suddenly occurred to you.
"In the private room, Yan Sanhe asked you to pinch her. Why did you slap yourself?"
Does he still remember this little thing?
Xie Zhifei sneered, "Should I pinch her? Where? If I pinch her lightly, she won't feel it; if I pinch her hard, will it hurt you or not?"
"Hey, I thought you couldn't bear it!" The dead body fell down.
"I can't bear to do it for you."
"Of course I can't bear to part with her. She has such delicate skin and tender flesh, how can she withstand the pinch of a rough guy like you."
Mr. Pei's voice became lower and lower.
"Fifty, do you think I'm hanging around her like this? Is she attracted to me at all?"
"Ah."
"I think so too. The way she looks at me is different now. After Jingchen's inner demon has been solved, I have to work harder. It's just that Li Buyan's shit-stirring stick is too annoying..."
Damn it, am I here to listen to you?
Xie Zhifei simply stood up, put on some clothes and walked out of the room.
The rainwater slid down the eaves, not as if it was dripping on the ground, but as if it was dripping in his mind, reflecting Yan Sanhe's face.
Slowly, that face turned into Tang Mingyue's again.
"Grandpa?"
Zhu Qing heard the noise and walked out with her clothes on, rubbing her eyes, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xie Zhifei looked back at him and immediately made a decision in his mind.
"Now that you've woken up, let's go back home."
"at this time?"
Zhu Qing looked at the sky, it was still pitch black!
No, there is still a ray of light coming out of the yard next door. "Miss Yan isn't asleep yet, I'll go talk to her."
"No, I'll go myself."
Xie Zhifei picked up the umbrella under the eaves, walked out of the yard, and gently opened the door of the next yard.
……
The Zhumen creaked, and Yan Sanhe frowned.
Who came to her courtyard so late?
"It's me, Yan Sanhe."
The man was talking under the window. Yan Sanhe walked over and raised the window. He first saw a black oil-paper umbrella. When he lifted the umbrella, he revealed an angular face.
I have to admit, this guy's appearance is really good.
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"What about you?" he asked back.
Yan Sanhe looked away, "I'm thinking about something."
"what's up?"
"From the Zheng family."
The corners of Xie Zhifei's mouth curled up, but there was no smile at all in his eyes.
"The case is there. One day sooner or one day later, it can't escape."
"Why is Third Master not in a hurry again?"
"Urgent, but you also know that the green hills are still there, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. Don't think you are made of iron."
Xie Zhifei looked at the red bloodshot eyes.
"Have a good rest for two days. I will come to you in two days and bring the case files with me."
Two days were enough for him to find out Tang Mingyue's birthday, and then find out more about her as a person.
If there are no special circumstances, it is just a coincidence, and he should be overthinking it.
After sitting for a long time, Yan Sanhe had calmed down.
Both Li Buyan and him were right.
The case is there. She has been waiting for it for so many years. There is no rush at this moment. She still has some preparations to do.
First, she had to go to Shuiyue Temple to meet someone and do something.
Secondly, we need to meet Han Xu and ask him to help us inquire about the Zheng family from the outside;
Finally, she wanted to visit the ruins again.
Because he was thinking about something, Yan Sanhe's eyes were empty, his lips were tightly closed, and his skin was still so pale, showing a rare weakness.
Not heroic;
No sword eyebrows;
There is no beauty peak.
While Xie Zhifei traced the face with his eyes, he carefully recalled the looks of his father and mother in his mind.
Except for the sound of raindrops, the world was extremely quiet, as if they were the only two people left.
One is standing inside the window and the other is standing outside the window.
Each has their own thoughts.
Yan Sanhe came to his senses and saw the man staring at him, "What are you looking at, Master San?"
The words went over my head.
"Look at you."
Yan Sanhe never expected that he would hit him with a straight punch, "Look what I do?"
"Thinking……"
Xie Zhifei: "You look more like your mother, or your father."
I also want to know.
Yan Sanhe doesn't like to be asked about the past, "Does Third Master think too much?"
Xie Zhifei suddenly smiled, "Yan Sanhe, how many lovers are there in the world like Lu Shi and Tang Zhiwei?"
"Ask this for what?"
"I always find it incredible. It feels like I have listened to a play. I am so inspired after listening to it that I will never forget it."
His voice was very low, covered by the sound of rain, and sounded slightly sad.
Yan Sanhe couldn't resist Xie Zhifei like this.
"Everyone has his own destiny. There are many things that you can't think about in detail. If you think about it, your heart will get cold. Third Master, it's better to act out."
"What about you, are you in trouble?"
Xie Zhifei raised the umbrella a little higher, half-smiling but not smiling, "Are you staying up late at night just for the Zheng family?"
"Yes!"
Yan Sanhe closed the window with a snap.
Are you here to provoke her again?
Pooh!
(End of this chapter)
When a person finds his own roots, it is like a breath growing out of his body. As long as this breath is there, Yan Sanhe feels that his whole body has endless energy.
No need to even sleep.
She pressed against Li Buyan's body and scratched her waist with her hands.
"Stop talking, talk to me."
"My lady..."
Li Buyan managed to hold on a little more energy.
"It's been a tiring day from morning to night, and it's already late at night. In two hours, it will be dawn. Is it okay to say tomorrow?"
But I have many, many words in my heart.
I am from the Zheng family.
The Zheng family was killed in the eighth year of Yonghe;
I alone survived;
How did I survive?
One question after another flashed through his mind more and more clearly, and Yan Sanhe sat up with excitement.
Li Buyan grabbed her and sat up too.
"Yan Sanhe."
Her voice was full of fatigue, "No matter what you say, I will always be with you. You can't be anxious, you have to calm down."
"I can't stay still."
As soon as Yan Sanhe thought that he was a member of the Zheng family, he felt that the blood in his body was on fire.
"You go to bed first, and I'll go to the study to sit for a while."
Li Wuyan looked at her steadily and compromised: "Then don't sit there for too long and come back early."
"it is good."
Yan Sanhe stood up, stood still for a while, and then sat down by the bed.
"No words, I want to stay, stay in the capital, and solve these mysteries one after another."
"Then buy this house."
Li Buyan yawned and fell back, "The capital is your root, let's take root first."
……
In another courtyard.
Little Mr. Pei pressed one leg against the quilt, with one eye closed and one eye held on for dear life. He said feebly:
"Thank you fifty, thank you third master, thank you ancestor, can you go to sleep."
"No."
Xie Zhifei, who was behind the bed, kicked him and said, "Please chat with me for a while longer."
Brother, you are making things difficult for me.
Little Mr. Pei put the quilt over his head and said, "Well, you think I'm dead."
"Pei Mingting, even if you die and become a ghost, you still have to talk to me."
Xie Zhifei kicked him again, and the dead body suddenly exploded, his eyes fixed on the person behind his feet.
Xie Zhifei was stunned when he looked at him, "What are you doing?"
What are you doing? Something suddenly occurred to you.
"In the private room, Yan Sanhe asked you to pinch her. Why did you slap yourself?"
Does he still remember this little thing?
Xie Zhifei sneered, "Should I pinch her? Where? If I pinch her lightly, she won't feel it; if I pinch her hard, will it hurt you or not?"
"Hey, I thought you couldn't bear it!" The dead body fell down.
"I can't bear to do it for you."
"Of course I can't bear to part with her. She has such delicate skin and tender flesh, how can she withstand the pinch of a rough guy like you."
Mr. Pei's voice became lower and lower.
"Fifty, do you think I'm hanging around her like this? Is she attracted to me at all?"
"Ah."
"I think so too. The way she looks at me is different now. After Jingchen's inner demon has been solved, I have to work harder. It's just that Li Buyan's shit-stirring stick is too annoying..."
Damn it, am I here to listen to you?
Xie Zhifei simply stood up, put on some clothes and walked out of the room.
The rainwater slid down the eaves, not as if it was dripping on the ground, but as if it was dripping in his mind, reflecting Yan Sanhe's face.
Slowly, that face turned into Tang Mingyue's again.
"Grandpa?"
Zhu Qing heard the noise and walked out with her clothes on, rubbing her eyes, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xie Zhifei looked back at him and immediately made a decision in his mind.
"Now that you've woken up, let's go back home."
"at this time?"
Zhu Qing looked at the sky, it was still pitch black!
No, there is still a ray of light coming out of the yard next door. "Miss Yan isn't asleep yet, I'll go talk to her."
"No, I'll go myself."
Xie Zhifei picked up the umbrella under the eaves, walked out of the yard, and gently opened the door of the next yard.
……
The Zhumen creaked, and Yan Sanhe frowned.
Who came to her courtyard so late?
"It's me, Yan Sanhe."
The man was talking under the window. Yan Sanhe walked over and raised the window. He first saw a black oil-paper umbrella. When he lifted the umbrella, he revealed an angular face.
I have to admit, this guy's appearance is really good.
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"What about you?" he asked back.
Yan Sanhe looked away, "I'm thinking about something."
"what's up?"
"From the Zheng family."
The corners of Xie Zhifei's mouth curled up, but there was no smile at all in his eyes.
"The case is there. One day sooner or one day later, it can't escape."
"Why is Third Master not in a hurry again?"
"Urgent, but you also know that the green hills are still there, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. Don't think you are made of iron."
Xie Zhifei looked at the red bloodshot eyes.
"Have a good rest for two days. I will come to you in two days and bring the case files with me."
Two days were enough for him to find out Tang Mingyue's birthday, and then find out more about her as a person.
If there are no special circumstances, it is just a coincidence, and he should be overthinking it.
After sitting for a long time, Yan Sanhe had calmed down.
Both Li Buyan and him were right.
The case is there. She has been waiting for it for so many years. There is no rush at this moment. She still has some preparations to do.
First, she had to go to Shuiyue Temple to meet someone and do something.
Secondly, we need to meet Han Xu and ask him to help us inquire about the Zheng family from the outside;
Finally, she wanted to visit the ruins again.
Because he was thinking about something, Yan Sanhe's eyes were empty, his lips were tightly closed, and his skin was still so pale, showing a rare weakness.
Not heroic;
No sword eyebrows;
There is no beauty peak.
While Xie Zhifei traced the face with his eyes, he carefully recalled the looks of his father and mother in his mind.
Except for the sound of raindrops, the world was extremely quiet, as if they were the only two people left.
One is standing inside the window and the other is standing outside the window.
Each has their own thoughts.
Yan Sanhe came to his senses and saw the man staring at him, "What are you looking at, Master San?"
The words went over my head.
"Look at you."
Yan Sanhe never expected that he would hit him with a straight punch, "Look what I do?"
"Thinking……"
Xie Zhifei: "You look more like your mother, or your father."
I also want to know.
Yan Sanhe doesn't like to be asked about the past, "Does Third Master think too much?"
Xie Zhifei suddenly smiled, "Yan Sanhe, how many lovers are there in the world like Lu Shi and Tang Zhiwei?"
"Ask this for what?"
"I always find it incredible. It feels like I have listened to a play. I am so inspired after listening to it that I will never forget it."
His voice was very low, covered by the sound of rain, and sounded slightly sad.
Yan Sanhe couldn't resist Xie Zhifei like this.
"Everyone has his own destiny. There are many things that you can't think about in detail. If you think about it, your heart will get cold. Third Master, it's better to act out."
"What about you, are you in trouble?"
Xie Zhifei raised the umbrella a little higher, half-smiling but not smiling, "Are you staying up late at night just for the Zheng family?"
"Yes!"
Yan Sanhe closed the window with a snap.
Are you here to provoke her again?
Pooh!
(End of this chapter)