It was destined to be an unquiet night.

There are three small black rooms in the house, said to be a small black house, but in fact, it is just a discarded utility room, the light in the house is too poor, no one wants to live in it, and it is usually used to lock up some disobedient girls. The girls in the whole house, except for Fuju and Du Juan in Mei Niang's house, have almost all entered the small black house.

The room where Tang Qing and the others are staying now is also in the backyard, but on the left wing of the courtyard. There were five or six rooms away from Qi Yu's right ear room.

That night, Tang Qing and Wu Xinlian only took off their coats and lay on the bed, their eyes wide in the dark, lest one accidentally fall asleep.

In the quiet of the night, fires suddenly lit everywhere, and the moonlight shining through the windows was also dissipated by the noisy voices. Wu Xinlian wanted to get up and go to the door to listen to the movement outside. was dragged back by Tang Qing: "Don't move, don't make a sound." Tang Qing propped one hand on the side of her left face, and covered her with her right hand to ask her about to blurt out.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm" Wu Xinlian wrote all over her face: "What do you want?"

Tang Qing removed the right hand covering her mouth, put her index finger to her mouth, and said in a very soft voice: "Shhhh

The hazy moonlight shone obliquely on Tang Qing's face through the thin window, and her eyes were exceptionally bright. Looking at those wide-eyed eyes, Wu Xinlian nodded involuntarily.

When the two little girls with their own hearts were lying down again, the door creaked open. Wu Xinlian restrained her inflated curiosity and closed her eyes.

"Tang Qing, Tang Qing, are you awake?" the one who crept in was the big hair that stuck in the kitchen all day long.

At this moment, Wu Xinlian, who inexplicably believed Tang Qing, also learned from Tang Qing to close her eyes tightly and breathe slowly.

Holding a flashlight and shaking up and down in the dark room, the light shone on Tang Qing and Wu Xinlian's faces, and their eyes moved slightly.

The person who came in first called softly, but no one in the room answered her, as if they were all asleep, and the person who came raised his voice a little more, but still no one answered, and he waited in the dark for half a minute, and the room was still silent.

Sure that Tang Qing and Wu Xinlian were asleep because of the drug and would not wake up again in a short time, Da Mao walked out of the small black room lightly, and as soon as he walked to the door, he thought of something, as if he was frightened, he returned to Xiao Hei, tremblingly put his hand under Tang Qing's nose, and found that her breathing was smooth and normal, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the house, Tang Qing and Wu Xinlian only heard a "clang", and the door was locked again.

Tang Qing listened carefully to the movement outside, until there was no longer a sound of anyone moving outside the house, then he suddenly jumped up from the bed, found a coat and put it on: "Sister Xinlian, get up quickly, let's move the table under the window." "

Placing the table against the side of the wall, and then throwing all the bedding in the room out of the window, Tang Qing planned to jump out of the window when there was no one guarding the house.

Stepping on the table placed like this, although the height is enough, but when I really climb up, I find that the table has been unstable, shaky, and it is very dangerous to climb up.

Tang Qing thought for a while and said, "Sister Xinlian, you will step on my shoulders and climb up later, I will hold the table below first, and then pull me when you close the window." "

Wu Xinlian seemed to acquiesce, followed Tang Qing, who was bent down, stepped on her shoulder without hesitation, grabbed the foot of the table with both hands, and within a few seconds she grabbed the open half of the window, and the whole person sat outside the window.

Even though Wu Xinlian was not heavy, Tang Qing was only a seven-year-old child at this time, and suddenly pressed a thirty-five-kilogram child on himself, which couldn't help but be a little out of strength. Without delaying for too long, Tang Qing put the table back horizontally, stepped on the table, and stretched out his hand to Wu Xinlian on tiptoe.

Wu Xinlian, who was sitting at the window, hesitated, turned her head, and held Tang Qing's hand. Pulling Tang Qing up, just as she was about to grab the wooden window pole, Wu Xinlian suddenly let go of the hand that was holding her.

Tang Qing's whole body was slammed on the table, his body smashed on the hard table, and his hand, which was already a little out of strength, smacked the table board, and immediately rubbed out a bruise. She looked up at Wu Xinlian at the window, and her wide apricot eyes were full of disbelief.

And the person who let go said with guilt on his face: "Sister Xiaoqing, I'm really sorry, my strength is too small, I can't pull you out, but don't worry, I will find someone to save you after I escape." With that, he moved down from the window step by step. It didn't take long for all that remained outside the house was the sound of boiling in the distance.

Tang Qing's whole portrait was immersed in cold water, and she felt cold in her bones, you must know that although she has always disliked Wu Xinlian in her mouth, she has long regarded her as her friend in her heart, that is, counting the days of her previous life, this is also the first time she has been dependent on others in a strange and dangerous place for so long.

Since being kidnapped, except for sometimes I can't stand Wu Xinlian's too selfish personality, other times, I even feel that it's okay to be her, not other pig teammates.

At least Wu Xinlian is knowledgeable most of the time, even if she is socializing around in the house and playing with the girls, she is worried about Qi Yu and is trying to help inquire about the news.

In the first week of being in the house, Tang Qing realized that this place was cut off from the outside world, and he usually couldn't see the people in the house interacting with the outside world. If Tang Qing stayed here alone, she had to think about how to dispel everyone's vigilance, and on the other hand, she had to think about how to save Qi Yu, who was being watched by several adult men, she didn't know how long she could last in this situation. With Wu Xinlian, at least she felt that in this strange place, there was a comrade-in-arms in the same battalion who was trying to escape with her.

But she forgot that before she could escape, they were comrades-in-arms, and they were about to escape

Rummaging through things in the space, Tang Qing found a somewhat rough wooden chair, the chair was not even carved, but the surface was quite smooth, and it looked like it had been carefully polished by the maker. That night, when Tang's mother asked her to put it away, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were particularly soft: "This is the chair that your father learned to make for the first time when we just lived here, and I have modified it back and forth many times, and I refused to do it until the wooden thorns were removed." Tang Qing thought of Tang's mother who said this, looking at the chair made by Tang's father in her hand, her eyes were sour, and she felt very aggrieved.

With the addition of the chair, Tang Qing could barely reach the frame of the window, but because he didn't grasp it steadily, he fell twice again. Tang Qing, who successfully sat down at the window, looked down, and sure enough, the futon thrown out before had been taken away by Wu Xinlian.

I had to continue rummaging in the space, in order to store more food, she put all the bedding in the space on the carriage, and then after looking for a long time, she turned out a short rope from the space.

"Forget it, it's better than just jumping off. Tang Qing tied the rope to the hook at the bottom of the window, climbed down the rope, and when jumping, carefully protected his head, faced the wall, and tried his hips to the ground, "Where there is a lot of meat, it won't hurt so much." She thought.

Obviously, this is the right thing to do, avoiding the folding of arms and legs, but it still does not avoid the feeling of being split in half.

Finally touched Qi Yu's right ear room, but there was no one guarding outside, Tang Qing muttered in his heart, and looked inside, sure enough, the room was empty, and there was no one.

After thinking about it, she touched the stables again, and luckily the only two carriages in the house were still there, and only one man with a beard was feeding the horses in the stables. Not sure to sneak in from under the man's nose, Tang Qing was ruthless, threw out the chicken that had grown up in the space, and hid himself in the space.

"Who. The man who was feeding the horses with fodder looked alarmingly at the stable, and there was only a red-crested rooster on the ground, one wing struggling to spread, and the other wing seemed to be broken, obviously not lightly injured, but strangely its cry was still full of breath, and the noise made people panic.

The bearded man threw away the weeds from his hands, looked around carefully, and until he was sure that no one was outside, he happily ran to the side of the fallen, put his wings together, and grasped them in his hands to examine them carefully.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tang Qing slipped into the stable with the most heartfelt and fastest pace in his life so far, and the whole way happened to be in the shadows, and the beard that was immersed in surprise completely ignored the surrounding qiē, and naturally did not find Tang Qing who quickly reached the base of the carriage.

Tang Qing picked the carriage that Deputy County Magistrate Lu had re-built for their family before, and she curled up at the base of the carriage.

When he received this carriage, out of curiosity, Tang Qing carefully observed, the wooden plank nailed out of the base of the carriage was just enough for a child to stretch his hands and feet on it, grasp the wooden board against the front of the car with both hands, and hook the wooden board at the rear of the car with both feet, as long as his hands were not loose, he could stay at the bottom of the car.

Holding the rooster's beard in his hand, he gradually came back to his senses, "How could a chicken suddenly pop up." "

The stables are on the south side of the inner gate, not far from the front yard. When Tang Qing touched it from the backyard before, he didn't take the long verandah, but bypassed the small wooded garden. The trees in the small garden, though numerous, were not too high, and it was only necessary to peel the bushes a little to see if there were Tibetans, and the bearded man simply rummaged through them, and carefully examined the houses on either side of the verandah, and made sure that there were no one before returning to the stables.

The front yard was full of people, and Tang Qing couldn't bear it anymore, but the beard in the stable was still feeding the horses slowly and methodically.

"Chen Mao, I usually treat you well, but I didn't expect you to turn your face and still not talk about it at all. This voice sounded like the voice of the boss Zeng outside the carriage when he was tied up that day, Tang Qing recalled.

"Brother Zeng, you also climbed up step by step from the bottom, a small character like us, if you want to not be manipulated by others, you can only find a way to manipulate others. Tang Qing, the person who said this, was sure that he had never seen it. Since the crossing, her memory of sound has become stronger and stronger.

"Since our team moved here, we have been using Aunt Chen to do things, and every once in a while, I will beat the people in the house, and I usually have to respect you as much as I do, but I didn't expect you to betray you without mercy. This is Mei Niang's voice, her voice is calm and undulating, "Sure enough, I'm usually too kind." The voice suddenly sharpened, as if sawn over a tightrope.

It seems that the unfamiliar voice just now is Aunt Chen's son. Tang Qing guessed.

For a long time, I didn't hear Aunt Chen's answer.

Just as Tang Qing was listening intently to the movement in the front yard, there was a sound of light footsteps coming from the verandah.