There was a hint of surprise and confusion in this question. In Erhei's memory, the little sister rarely has a time when she is not calm. So hearing Xiaomei's slightly excited question, Er Hei couldn't help but turn his head curiously......

He saw a peach blossom lying quietly in the palm of the woman's hand, and nothing else.

Erhei looked at this peach blossom in surprise, then at the little sister, and then at this depressed and weak woman. He was very curious, but he was not easy to ask.

The little sister stretched out her hand and gently picked up the peach blossom to look at it.

Erhei also looked at this flower carefully, this flower...... His brow furrowed slightly. Could it be that this woman has also been to the Peach Blossom Spring?

Even Erhei has already seen that this peach blossom is not ordinary!

The little sister withdrew her hand, then aimed at the petals and blew softly.

This strange peach blossom suddenly drifted into the air like a dandelion. A large crimson fragment suddenly appeared in front of him, like a small red rain.

The red rain flew in pieces and eventually returned to dust.

"How did you get this peach blossom?" Xiaomei asked again.

The woman licked her chapped lips and said to her, "I swore that I couldn't say it, but I know that no matter how I got this flower, if I take it out, you will grant me a request." ”

The little sister thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Not bad." I can grant you a request. So, what do you want me to do for you? ”

"I'm ......," the woman was stunned for a moment. It seems that even she herself doesn't know what she wants to do. Nowadays, there is nothing. The past is as if it was just a beautiful dream.

The peach blossoms danced immediately, and Zhao Nu looked light.

At the expense of gold, he was merry and happy to see Handan.

She chuckled, Zhao Nu's dancing posture was not enough to see compared to her back then!

"I, I want you to take me somewhere." The woman thought for a long time before she spoke.

"Okay." The little sister nodded.

"Don't you ask me where I'm going?" The woman asked.

"There's no need for that, I can do it wherever you want to go." Xiaomei said.

"Even if it's heaven and earth?" The woman asked.

"Even if it's heaven and earth." Xiaomei said.

Hearing the little sister's words, the woman laughed and laughed, but she suddenly pouted and fell on her bent knees and cried. Tears mixed with dried blood and sweat kept flowing down, and one of her faces was no longer visible.

Xiaomei didn't rush her, nor did she comfort her, just waited quietly. Erhei also waited with her.

After a moment, the woman lifted her dirty face and smiled embarrassedly at the two of them.

The little sister bandaged her wounds, waited quietly for her to finish eating, and watched her carefully wash her face and meticulously brush her hair behind her ears. Although the clothes on her body were still ragged, the little sister could see that this woman must have lived a very particular life before.

Everyone in this world seems to have a wonderful story. If there are people in this world who are willing to record everyone's story, then it will definitely be a shocking masterpiece!

It's a pity that there will be no such person in this world, so many people's wonders have been drowned in the torrent of history.

The woman turned her head, and her face, like her hands, looked exactly like an old skin wrapped in a handful of bones, and the wrinkles crawling at the corners of her eyes were clearly visible. Perhaps because she was too thin, her two nasolabial folds looked unusually abrupt. But she still carefully wiped her full head of hair with water, and there were many silver strands interspersed between them.

Even in such a deplorable environment, she tried her best to look decent.

Xiaomei began to look at her carefully: this is a woman in her fifties, perhaps, her actual age is not so old.

The little sister asked her, "What's your name?" ”

The woman was slightly surprised, and then, she sighed and said, "My surname is Ling, and my name is Ling Junru." ”

"Ling Junru ...... Ling Junru ......" Erhei stood behind the little sister and muttered to himself.

"What are you muttering there?" Xiaomei asked.

"Ling Junru ...... This name sounds familiar. Erhei said.

When Ling Junru saw Erhei's face, she suddenly opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"When can we go?" She asked.

"Anytime." Xiaomei said.

"Well, let's go now." Ling Junru said.

"Wait a minute!" Erhei suddenly stopped them, he walked in front of the little sister, and said in an eager tone: "You left with her, what should Uncle Liu do?" ”

The little sister glanced back at Uncle Liu, who was motionless, and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." When the time comes, you will definitely be given a lively Uncle Liu. ”

"But ......" Erhei was still a little relieved.

"Remember: stay in the temple and don't run around."

"Alas......" Before Erhei could finish speaking, the little sister had already taken Ling Junru away.

"This ruined temple is safe, as long as you don't run out, no one will find you." The little sister's words were floating in the wind, but the people were long gone.

Erhei looked back at Uncle Liu lying on the ground and sighed faintly.

As the sun passed through the middle, the hour of setting in the west drew near.

When the sun had not had time to set in the west, the little sister took Ling Junru to Xuzhou.

In this era, Xuzhou, like Yunzhong, is full of the breath of struggle. The water in the Yangtze River flows secretly, from top to bottom, with a spirit that will never return. The surrounding houses are withered in ruins, and there is no appearance of "the southwest half of Gurong Prefecture" at all.

Xiaomei and Ling Junru stood on the edge of the Yangtze River. The river wind blew the clothes of the two of them. The hair, which was finally smoothed with clean water, was also scattered in the river breeze.

The shadows of the two of them cast onto the stone steps by the river, and an even larger shadow completely obscured them.

Just behind Xiaomei and Ling Junru, a quaint building stood. The little sister took a look, and a plaque on the door of the building hung obliquely, and the words "Wangjiang Tower" were vaguely recognizable.

Ling Junru looked back at the top of the balcony, where there was a window ajar, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside from below.

Ling Junru looked at the half-open window, suddenly smiled bleakly, and said softly: "The sunset river is shining, and the pink beauty is leaning on the railing...... Who will be leaning there now? ”