The square was deserted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info seems that all the people in the settlement are busy with life, only a few children, in the middle of the square whipping a spinning top, or releasing paper kites.

Today's weather is very good, the spring breeze is not very manic, but it is not too strong, blowing slowly. The paper kite flew very high and high, and Lang hated the sky and stopped, looking up.

He suddenly remembered that when he was young, his father had also pierced such a paper kite. The paper kite is still flying in the sky of its hometown, and it is also flying in its own childhood. But the thread connecting the paper kite has become longer and longer, and he is afraid that one day in the future, it will suddenly break.

Lang hated the sky and looked in the direction of Nanhui City, thinking of his strict father. The wind in the sky suddenly changed, and the paper kite above his head fell, and fell in front of Lang Hatian. His eyes slid down with it, causing Lang to inadvertently land on a person in the distance.

The child next to him was crying, holding his paper kite in his arms and crying. But Lang hated the sky and had no time to be sentimental, and he was only attracted by the back of that person.

In this settlement, there is a small and inconspicuous river that meanders through it, which is the main source of water for the people of the settlement. The river is right on the side of the square, right in front of Lang Hatian.

Next to the creek, there are stones. The stone had been polished to a smooth finish, and there were several wooden basins with a few coarse cloth clothes to be washed. It is also the only kind of clothes that can be put on the river and beaten.

It's just that the person Lang hattian sees now is not pounding clothes, but quietly, sitting on a stone, looking at the quietly flowing river.

The man had long hair and a petite build, and the point was that Lang hattian felt familiar.

When he got closer, he found that it was indeed the girl named Aju. He saw that the other party had taken off his shoes and was soaking his feet in the river. Although the wind is very warm, the river water in early spring is still relatively cold. Her feet were bloodless, and she didn't know how long they had been soaking.

Lang hattian slowly walked up to her and sat down quietly, without saying anything to disturb. The wind blew again, and the long hair of her sideburns was held up and swayed back and forth across her face, teasing her eyebrows.

In fact, she is not very beautiful, her skin is still a little naturally dark, but she has a stubborn and immature side face, a slightly pale face, and the scars on it that have not completely healed, which have a unique charm in Lang Hatian's eyes.

Lang hate's arrival didn't attract her attention, and the mischievous wind was still stirring her, but she didn't react. The wind was not happy, and she used a little more force, so that the hem of her skirt, which was pulled up to her knees, was blown off and waded into the river.

Lang hated the sky, and subconsciously shouted: "Hey, your skirt 。。。。。。"

The other party was like a startled bird, turning his head sharply and staring at him warily.

Next to the river, there is naturally a tree, and on top of the tree, there is a bird, which cries every once in a while. The birds had already chirped a lot, but under the tree, the girl still looked at Lang Hatian with puzzled eyes, and didn't say a word.

"That, hello, my name is Lang hatetian."

Although he said this, in fact, he wanted to strangle the other party to death in his heart, and anyone who saw a person who wanted to assassinate him many times must not be very friendly in his heart. Lang hated Tian and didn't want to make any extraneous branches, and in his heart, like Liang Ping, he also hoped to find out some news from these people.

And most of all, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to beat her.

Liang Ping stood in the distance, very interestingly did not come. Because he knows that a woman is the most resentful animal, even if it is a trivial matter, she can remember it for a lifetime.

Not to mention a mouthful of old phlegm spit on the face.

"How did you get out?" The girl asked suddenly.

Lang hattian explained to her what happened, and the other party listened to it and doubted it. Fortunately, she didn't disappoint Lang and didn't delve into the matter.

"My name is Youju and I'm a resident here."

Hearing this, she finally let her guard down and asked the first question she wanted to ask: "Why do you always want to assassinate us?" ”

"Because you're all going to die sooner or later, and I hate what they do, it's better to be happier than tormented, so that's what I'm going to do." She said lightly, without the slightest sense of shame, "However, it seems that there is no need to kill you for the time being. ”

Youju sighed lightly, like a child regretting that he couldn't do something worthy of praise.

After speaking, she glanced back at Liang Ping, who was standing in the distance and watching here, and said, "But I don't mind assassinating him a few more times."

After saying that, she left only the side face to Lang Hatian as before, and looked at the water blankly.

Lang Hattian's impression of her in his heart was a little worse, although he had long expected the other party to say this, but after really listening to her answer, Lang Hattian suddenly felt that her brain was broken. In order to continue to search for information, he could only behave calmly.

"By the way, you didn't get hurt after you were arrested that day, did you?"

After listening to Lang Hatian's concern, Youju rarely showed the beauty that a girl should have, and even raised her hand to cover the scars on her face.

"It's okay, they just gave me a few strokes." But soon, she put away this tenderness, her eyes became cold, and she seemed to remember last night's unhappiness again, "You have to be careful, don't think that now that you have relaxed your control, you will have no worries about your life at all, there are many tricks of those guys in Youhuang, maybe they are planning some conspiracy." ”

"I see, but 。。。。。。"

"But what?"

Lang hated the sky and stopped, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Can you take us out of here, or tell us how to get out of here?"

"Get out of here?"

"Hmm."

"I advise you to die of this heart."

"Why, aren't you against what they're doing?"

"Even I can't leave here, how can you escape?"

"Why, aren't you a resident here, why do you want to 。。。。。。 too?"

"What is your faith?" Youju suddenly changed the topic, Lang hattian didn't know why she said this, but she did stop herself.

"Faith。。。。。。 My words, I guess。。。。。。 Justice. ”

He stumbled on the two words that he thought should be right.

"Justice?" Youju raised her voice, and then a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "It's really interesting, is it compassionate?" ”

Lang hattian was a little embarrassed by her laughter: "What about you, don't laugh at me yet, what are you?"

"Freedom."

Youju blurted out.

"Why, shouldn't it be some bullshit god you believe in? What is there to believe in freedom, how simple is it. ”

He was puzzled, and it was also at this time that Lang Hatian really felt that she was different from those people in Youhuang.

"You won't understand the true meaning of the word freedom."