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Trails were left along the way, on that muddy ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere's no activity in this wilderness, it's all quiet. Liang Ping took Lang Yiyuan and Zhang Ying, leaving the rest behind, maybe in a few days, someone will walk in this place again, will look at such ruins, the depression that was impacted out, thinking back to the scene when the village was prosperous before, wondering what had happened here, as for whether it is close to the truth or far from it or even contrary, it is not what Liang Ping cares about now, for the two of them, this difficulty is not too successful, but it is finally surviving. Looking back at the scene behind him, what is the meaning of the ruins that have been snubbed again, everyone is different, for Liang Ping, it may be very complicated, there are people who want to protect in his hands, there are people who are concerned in the distance, and there is an unsolved question. But for Lang Yiyuan, maybe he just wants to live, he still has a long way to go, and he doesn't need to force him too much, this should be the real meaning.

In the still dark rainy night, Liang Ping threw Zhang Ying, who was still unconscious, at an intersection, and then left with Lang Yiyuan in his arms. They abandoned the old mansion and moved to another place, farther away from the center of the city. The soldiers on patrol soon spotted Zhang Ying, who was lying in the middle of the road, dressed in black and motionless, and one of them went up and flicked it with his spear, but there was no response. He crouched down and touched the back of his neck, still breathing. A leader was very excited, and went over directly to lift him up: "Grandma's, I finally caught you!" There were many scratches on the face full of dirt, all of which were dragged out by Liang Ping on the ground before, and in the dark night, the leader couldn't see it really, and thought that he had made a great contribution, and he couldn't stop laughing to himself, but there were still people with sharp eyes and stabbed the happy man. At this moment, the whole team was fried, and they hurriedly took Zhang Ying back to the City Lord's Mansion. Liang lay flat in his new hiding place and rechecked the injuries of the two. After making sure that it was okay, I didn't fall asleep immediately. After this accident, he thought about a lot, but he didn't know why for a while, which made him quite upset.

"Tomorrow, what will it look like?" he asked very confusedly, not knowing what else in front of him would stand in the way of him going home, but the only thing he could rest assured was that Zhang Ying would not trouble him anymore, because the other party's injury was too serious, and it would be impossible to get out of bed and walk around in a few months, in order to be on the safe side, Liang Ping also pinched his throat hard before leaving, temporarily scrapping his vocal cords, and Zhang Ying suddenly had such a big incident, the City Lord's Mansion did not dare to speak up. Thinking of this, he laughed twice, and one rolled over and fell asleep. The next morning, Lang Yiyuan woke up one step ahead of Liang Ping, he moved his sore muscles and bones, looked at the somewhat unfamiliar environment around him, first confirmed that the picture scroll was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, and began to recall yesterday's experiences.

"I'm not dead!!"

He picked his belly, and it was as clean as ever. "I'm not dead, haha!" He didn't want to mention how happy he was, so he simply kicked Liang Ping, who was still asleep.

"Dead old man, get up, let's get out of here, I can't wait. ”

It was easy to relax, and the dream was disturbed, Liang Ping hit him with an ear scraper as usual, but Lang Yiyuan, who was already familiar with his routine, flashed by.

"Hee-hee, you still want to hit me, no way!"

Liang Ping was very upset, and glanced down at the painting on the side, he remembered that this painting was found last night from the stove where he usually put his belongings in the abandoned house, and it should have been this little thing stuffed in. Liang Ping looked at the painting, he had already seen what was painted inside, and knew that it was of great significance to Lang Yiyuan, so he rolled his eyes, copied the painting, and grabbed it with both hands as if he wanted to tear it.

"Ahhhh There's something to say. ”

Liang Ping's plan succeeded, and he smiled and said, "You come over a little, or I'll tear it up." ”

"This 。。。。。。 ”

After hesitating for a while, thinking about Liang Ping's shameless energy, he moved over slowly. "Grandpa, let's say okay first, you can't slap your face。。。。。。 ”

"Ping Pong。。。 Bang!!crackling!!。。。。。。 ”

"Ah!!。。。。。。 ”

When Liang Ping came back last night, Liang Ping deliberately went to the place where he met Liang Ping and threw away his baggage, picked up some of the valuable things, first went to the pawnshop to exchange some of them for jade baht, and then assigned the task. Lang Yiyuan's work was relatively easy, Liang Ping just asked him to buy some of his favorite food, as well as a few changes of clothes. Lang Yiyuan quickly finished what he had to do, seeing that it was far from the appointed time, he wandered around the streets and alleys, and after a while, he unconsciously walked near Lang's house, looking at the vermilion gate from a distance, Lang Yiyuan's mood was a little depressed. In his heart, he can't tell what kind of emotion he has for the current Lang family, is it nostalgia, or strangeness, or hatred? But he knows that no matter what it is, there is always an indescribable feeling, no matter how you want to deny it, the impact of that kind of thing in your life is indelible, but what kind of eyes should be used to look at it, Lang Yi is far from thinking about it. Perhaps, when I grow up, I will understand, and maybe, when I return, I will know.

He turned around and left, and went to the vicinity of Fang's house again halfway, and wanted to say goodbye to He Landao, who he saw for the first time in Nanhui City, but found that she was not in the store, but he saw the little girl who had been glimpsing in a hurry. She has been hiding behind the curtain, showing half of her head, and when she saw someone coming, she also recognized him, but she seemed a little shy and didn't come out, but said timidly: "Big brother, my mother is not here, she went out early, and I don't know when I will come back." ”

Seeing her reaction, Lang Yiyuan felt a little funny, so he simply went in and talked to her: "Tell my brother, what is your name?"

"I... It's called Yaoyao. ”

"Where's the Daimyo?"

"You take your mother's surname, what about your father?"

"I don't have a dad。。。。。。 I've never seen him, and my mom says he's been dead since before I was born. ”

He Yao lowered her head, and her two small hands fiddled with the corners of her clothes, looking very unnatural. Lang Yiyuan noticed that the clothes on her body were very shabby and had some patches, and he was not wrong at that time, He Yao's somewhat thin little body had bruises and purple pinch marks. He saw it all in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, but did not ask or say. The next moment, he stretched out his arms and hugged He Yao tightly in his arms, and when he hugged the other party, he felt a little stunned. Somehow, when he saw He Yao who was abused, he felt like he was watching his own sister suffer, and he wanted to take care of her. He Yao was also taken aback by his sudden behavior, only struggled slightly, and then no longer resisted, but quietly snuggled in Lang Yiyuan's arms, with two lines of tears in his eyes.

"Woo... Woowoo。。。。。。 ”

"Yaoyao doesn't cry, don't cry, there is a brother here to accompany you. ”

The two of them just hugged each other, and no one said anything. Before leaving, Lang Yiyuan told He Yao to let her tell He Lan for him after he returned, He Yao nodded and agreed. When Lang Yiyuan turned around and was about to leave the store, He Yao behind the curtain quickly ran out, stepped on a stool and climbed onto the counter, and then rushed to Lang Yiyuan, grabbed his left hand, and stuffed something into his hand. Lang Yiyuan held the soft thing in the palm of his hand, first smelled a faint fragrance, he opened his palm, and a needle-embroidered sachet lay quietly in the center.

Looking at He Yao, who had already rushed back to the back room, he could only silently say thank you in his heart, and then walked out.

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