Gu Qingyuan said: "They are simply talking nonsense. ”

Xia Mian's eyes were shallow: "Since you know that they are talking nonsense, why be angry." ”

The cold voice was like a cold spring, directly soothing the anger in his heart.

Gu Qingyuan looked at the face that did not fluctuate, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

It should be a young and vigorous age, why does it have a kind of calmness and ...... that has gone through thousands of sails and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world? Indifferent?

Yes, it's apathy.

That face without the slightest fluctuation, as if nothing had happened.

But under the silence, there is a biting coldness.

Gu Qingyuan pursed his lips, his heart shrank inexplicably, and then he forcefully erased the feeling.

I don't know what to think in my heart, so he took advantage of the situation and raised his hand to rub Xia Mian's soft hair.

Feeling a big palm covering his head, Xia Mian was stunned.

And just when Xia Mian was stunned, the onlookers began to whisper again.

The man who said this was frightened by Gu Qingyuan's momentum, but it can be seen that Xia Mian grabbed him, and at the same time he was relieved and proud.

"Look, as I said, there must be something wrong with the two of them, and their hearts are empty. The man patted his chest with a smug expression on his face.

The people around him were talking about it, and they couldn't agree with each other.

Jing Jie saw this situation, and a touch of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. Just like that, you still want to fight him? The people in this village can drown them with a mouthful of spit!

Fake things are spread over and on, and in the end, it is impossible to distinguish between true and false.

Xia Mian understood this, but she didn't want to care, and she couldn't care. She has lived for a long time, is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, and finally died from gossip, she has seen a lot of people.

Rumors are more deadly weapons than daggers, which erode a person's will to survive little by little, until the person can no longer bear the harm of rumors and take the initiative to end his life. There may be people who overcome rumors, but they are in the minority.

This is the truth that people say terrible.

Xia Mian lowered his eyes, didn't know what he thought, and was in a daze without moving.

Qi stood aside, a pair of cat eyes flashing with a cold ghostly light, staring at the crowd tightly, as if Xia Mian gave an order, it would immediately fly out and tear those people apart.

Gu Qingyuan's expression was not much better.

"Get out, get out!" the villagers raised their hands, and the voices of a few people slowly changed from a few people to a group of people.

Jing Jie and Mrs. Jing stood together, Jing Jie clasped his hands to his chest, and commanded angrily: "Did you hear it, get out of here!"

"You ...... You deceive people too much!" Gu Qingyuan is a literati, he held back for a long time, and he couldn't come up with any scolding words, this is different from being in the court, what can he say to a group of completely unreasonable people?

Xia Mian's expression was still faint, but Qi bared his fangs at the crowd.

But no one is afraid of a small black ball, and the deterrence is negligible.

Xia Mian brushed the hair hanging from his ears behind his ears, and his obsidian-like eyes gently floated over Jing Jie and the others, pausing for a moment on Jing Jie's mother and son, and a light of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

Jing Jie inexplicably felt a gust of cold wind blowing through his back, and couldn't help but shiver.

The corners of Xia Mian's mouth twitched.

As the air froze, a cold sound broke the silence.

"Ahem, what are you guys doing!" Old Man Jing walked in from outside the crowd on crutches.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and no one dared to speak.

Old Man Jing is still quite prestigious in the village, if it weren't for Jing Jie, a bastard son, who always caused trouble for him, the village chief of the village should be Mr. Jing.

"What's the fuss!"

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