Chapter 160 (2/2)

In front of the gate of the mausoleum,

A wooden ladder leaning against the wall, ye Huanyan holding a lantern in one hand, climbing up the ladder in the other.

The ladder is rickety and seems to be blown down by the wind at any time.

She took a deep breath, swallowed her saliva and stepped on it again.

When climbing to the highest place, I reached for the rope to hang the lantern, but the rope was twisted by the wind, and I couldn't reach it. I remember her sweating.

Worried, she looked down, more than three meters from the ground, a dizzy.

She quickly raised her head and did not dare to look down again.

He muttered to himself that he was never afraid of climbing mountains and trees when he was a child. It was just a three meter door. How could he be so flustered? The older he was, the more he cherished his life?

Just thinking about it, suddenly a cold voice sounded from below,

”Ye Huanyan, what are you doing? Why not

Hearing this angry rebuke, she slipped her head in her hand, and the lantern fell directly from her hand. She was blown away by the wind.

She suddenly exclaimed, and the whole person trembled. She was so scared that she hugged the ladder tightly. The ladder, which was not strong, trembled twice, which made her shiver.

”Don't move...” the familiar voice below seemed to shake for a while, and the shaking ladder was suddenly fixed.

After panic, ye Huanyan carefully looks down,

Ling Han is holding the ladder, looking at her nervously.

Now the ladder is stable. Although ye Huanyan is still worried, he is safe,

Ling Han's face turned green. ”Don't you hurry down...”

Ye Huanyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hugged the ladder and didn't dare to let go. He was guilty and said, ”I... I can't get down...”

”Why don't you go down? How did you get up? How did you get down...”

”Legs... Legs are soft.”

In the bleak wind, there was a ladder between the two people,

The air seems to have been silent for a century,

After a while, Ling Han took a deep breath and tried to calm his angry heart. He looked up at ye Huanyan, ”take a deep breath, and then try to move your left foot down a little.”

Ye Huanyan felt that at the moment, except for a pair of hands holding the ladder tightly, there was no part of her body that belonged to her. She was so nervous that she was numb. Smell speech, she Leng a few seconds, nervous quick cry out, ”left foot... Which side is left?”“ You can move any foot you like“ All... All... All can't move. ” Ling Han's face sank, and he said in a stuffy voice, ”... Ye Huanyan, I'll count to three. If you don't move, I'll pull the ladder over, break my leg, and send you to the hospital to spend the new year alone.”“ Ah, don't... I move, I move... ”Ye Huanyan sniffed, tried to find a trace of consciousness, moved his right foot, and slowly moved down a step“ Yes, that's it. Go down a little bit. OK, I hit the ladder. Step on it When his right foot stepped on a ladder, ye Huanyan felt that he was sweating all over, then his left foot, then his right foot. Every time I step on it, I seem to have exhausted all my strength. Ling Han stood at the bottom and saw that she had stepped on several feet steadily, then slowly breathed out a breath. Don't know stepped on a few feet, ye Huanyan opened his eyes, slowly lowered his head to try to see how far away, this bow, is a whirl. The foot suddenly slipped, ”ah...” the woman's scream mixed with the cold wind sounded at the door of the old residence of the Ling family. As soon as Xiaoqin, the only servant left in the family, stepped out of the threshold with one foot, he saw such a scene that his whole face froze. At this moment, ye Huanyan falls into Ling Han's arms, hugs Ling Han's neck and refuses to let go. She closes her eyes tightly and nests in his arms. Her chest heaves violently, as if she had just experienced an inhuman slaughter for the rest of her life. Ling Han looked up at the wooden ladder beam in front of her. One of her feet suddenly slipped. It was less than half a meter away from the ground. His face was slightly stiff. There was a trace of consternation in his eyes. After a few seconds, he finally raised his hand and patted her on the back. It's a familiar scene. In the past ten years, ye Huanyan climbed every tree in the old house, picked wild jujubes from the trees, dug out bird's nest, destroyed the wasp's nest where the new servant was stung, and rescued the little suckling cat who climbed to the tree and didn't know how to get down. This novel has been translated byand if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.