Knowing that a capable person was going to dig a canal for irrigation in one day, almost everyone in the village came to see the excitement.

Through the crowd of figures, he looked at her quietly, as if he and her were the only two people left in the world.

That untouchable emotion, the more he tried to stay away, the more turbulent it became, almost killing him.

One is unwilling to let go, the other can't get close, and both are tortured moods.

Finally, he bowed slightly to the village chief and said softly: "I'm resting, it's not too early, I want to buy more time and finish it before the sun sets." ”

The village chief nodded, and watched him walk towards the river.

He didn't give her any response, although it was expected, he couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

Xiao Man went to take her hand, tilted his head to look at him, and tried his best to change to a pleasant demeanor, but the bottom of his eyes was blurry, and there was a thick water vapor in the corners of his eyes.

The two of them were busy for another two hours, and the ditch was dug.

The village chief used a hoe to cut the last connection, and the river rushed in a white splash.

The seedlings drank enough water and immediately became much more energetic.

In gratitude to Mo Yi and Dump Miao, the villagers sent them a lot of food and sent them back to the hills.

I just saw that I was in front of Zhilang's door, but I didn't want to take a step closer.

After a while, he turned back and walked down the mountain.

Zhi Lang opened the door and saw the sullen side, thinking that they had returned empty-handed.

But seeing the basket full of food being neatly placed by the door, I was even more puzzled.

What could be about her, other than not having enough to eat, make her so unhappy?

Then he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Leaning Miao raised her head, her throat was a little hoarse, and her voice whimpered slightly: "I think, maybe I'm hungry, and I'll be fine if I eat something." ”

Zhilang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "I'm moving fast, you guys rest for a while!"

The meal was ready immediately, along with mung bean soup to beat the heat.

Eating carefully, there is nothing in the stomach, but it tastes the same wax.

No, it's not Zhilang's problem, it's yourself... Something went wrong.

She regretted it a little, if only Fang Cai didn't say that to Mo Yi. It turned out that the relationship that was hard to maintain, I could talk well and get along normally, but now it has been broken again...

She glanced at Mo Yi deeply, then put down her chopsticks and said very softly: "I'm full, I'm so tired, let's go rest first." ”

Mo Yi was obviously stunned, but it immediately turned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Zhi Lang looked at the rice bowl that had only been tilted twice, and shook his head.

I thought to myself, such two people, one is too inhibitive, and the other is as forbearant as a stone, just like an iceberg and a hot fire, when they touch, I am afraid that it will become the heat of the explosion.

Late at night, I couldn't sleep.

She simply sat up, clutched her empty stomach, and stared at the moon in a daze.

I've been annoyed alone for a long time, and half of my anger has disappeared. It's just that as soon as this breath went down, the uncomfortable feeling of gurgling an empty stomach immediately came up.

He looked at the moon in mid-air, thinking why wasn't it dawn yet?

I don't know if it's a hallucination, but suddenly I smell a sweet smell of food.

A figure stood outside the door, and without waiting for a knock, he opened the door.

Zhilang stood in front of the door, took a bowl of mung bean soup, and looked at her with a smile.

"It's so late, you're still thinking about me...", she was so moved that she almost burst into tears.

Zhilang put the small bowl on the table and said with a chuckle: "I have been waiting for you in the front hall, but I thought that you would naturally come to look for food after being hungry for a long time." I didn't expect you to have a big temper this time, so I sent it to you. ”

Pouring Miao's heart was hot, and she suddenly remembered her big brother who was five big and three thick.

Although he spoke fiercely, whenever he was punished, he would always quietly intercede, and when he was confined, he often gave her some favorite gadgets, and deliberately did not let her know.

Thinking of this, Tong Zhilang thanked him and drank the mung bean soup.

Although the mountains are much cooler than those in the village, they are as fierce as a tiger at night in summer, and the heat does not reduce during the day.

This mung bean soup is cold and refreshing, obviously chilled in well water, which is enough to see Zhilang's carefulness.

Soon, the small bowl bottomed out, and a sense of satisfaction immediately surged in his heart.

Seeing that Zhilang still had no intention of leaving, she asked curiously, "Can't you sleep too?"

Zhilang hung his head slightly, wanting to speak and stopped.

"Do you have something to say to me?" said Tilt looked at him, dragging her cheeks.

In front of those eyes as clear as glass, he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Actually, I have something to hide from you. He spoke in a calm voice.

"Is it about the way to lift the barrier?"

Looking at Zhilang's appearance again, it was indeed an obscure and surprised expression.

He lowered his head, his fingers curled up slightly, as if he was extremely reluctant to say this, but he slowly opened his mouth.

"Although I don't have a memory, there has always been a saying in my subconscious that 'the river is dry, and the party will come again'. I don't understand, but I think maybe the answer is there. ”

The candle flame jumped, and Yin Zhilang's expression flickered: "For tens of thousands of years, I am the only one in this place. I finally met you who were not afraid of me1. Selfishly... I want to keep you in my own way..."

"Then why are you telling me now?" asked Tilt Miao.

"Because... This is not your home. You're not like me, and I know you have someone you want to see again. Zhilang said clearly and quietly.

Qian Miao bit her lip, in fact, if she really can't go back, she can't do it, after all, she can be with Mo Yi.

It's just that now that I know what might work, it's a difficult decision to try it or not.

If successful, it means separation.

Looking at her expression, Zhilang asked tentatively: "That method, you... Want to try it?"

I saw her hands twisting her sleeves and timidly saying, "If, I mean if." Do you do something that makes you uncomfortable, but makes people happy?"

Zhilang was slightly stunned, not knowing why she asked so, but he still slowly expressed his opinion:

"It depends on the comparison. People are always selfish and naturally unwilling to do things that make them uncomfortable. But if this thing will help my important person and make him happy. Then, based on sharing his joy, I don't think I'll be so uncomfortable and will be willing to do it. But if it's just a stranger, there's no point of entanglement at all. ”

She bit her lip and listened quietly, thinking that Mo Yi was just a very important person to her.

After a long time, she smiled softly and said softly, "I understand." Please don't tell Mo Yi about this matter for the time being, okay?"

"That's fine, but why do you?" Zhilang was puzzled.

"It's a little selfish on my part!" she smiled.

Outside the window, the night was thick, the candles were flickering, and the bright look she had when she made up her mind was so bright that she was almost blind.

Early the next morning, he went out.

I finally found the village chief's house and borrowed a hoe and some tools.

The village chief asked her what she was doing, but she just smiled and didn't answer.

Carrying these tools to the riverbank, I took a closer look, but fortunately, it was narrower than I expected.

I dug up some dirt from the riverside and filled it into the river little by little.

After being so busy for a long time, half of the river was blocked.

When he was sitting in the shade of a tree to rest, he saw the village chief coming over with two food boxes.

After a sneaky glance with his eyes, the village chief pushed the food box over and said with a smile: "I know that you must be hungry, how about drinking some wine with me?"

Tilting nodded, and did not hesitate to hide the appearance that he would change, and lifted the light yarn.

The village chief looked over, first stunned, and then said that nothing had happened, but just raised a small glass and poured wine.

Tilting Miao nibbled on steamed buns, drank cup after cup, and commented by the way: "Village chief, your wine is not good, it is very astringent! ”

The village chief took over the conversation: "Wine is something to judge the state of mind, your mouth is bitter, and your heart is astringent, that's why it's so." ”

Dumping Miao drank all the wine in the cup and wiped the corners of his lower lips: "You are making excuses for your broken wine, so I don't have to worry about the old man!

"What are you filling this river for?" the village chief changed the subject.

"Plug the two ends first, and then drain the river. The faint reply didn't look like he had said something remarkable.

"Why?"

"Because I can help my friend, I want to try my best. She replied.

The village chief pondered for a long time before he said, "The fields are finally no longer dry, and if you do this, don't you put us in dire straits?"

"Don't worry, I'll dig another pond to store water after the river is blocked. ”

"Such a big movement, you do it alone?" Although he knew how powerful she was, the village chief couldn't help but be speechless.

She nodded, clenched her little fists, raised them and shook them: "Don't underestimate me!"

Although there were still many questions, the village chief still stopped the topic.

He saw determination in her eyes, an unstoppable determination.

Seeing that the wine had been drunk and the plates were refreshing, the village chief said while packing up the food box: "I ate my wine today, and you can change it to me another day." ”

After that, he stood up and prepared to go home.

He had already walked far away, and heard a faint voice coming from behind: "Hey, village chief! Don't come to me for dinner in the future! ”

"Why!" the village chief frowned and took a few steps back.

"Because," Dumping the dust off her coat and standing up, "I don't know what the consequences will be if I decide to do it willfully this time. ”

The village chief looked at her with a hint of distraction. Tilting but a heartless smile, under the scorching sun, extremely beautiful, not because of the face, but enough to be remembered for a lifetime.

Finally sent the village chief away, and stood alone for a while.

The sun above her head was still fierce, and she wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled to herself, thinking to herself, if what Zhilang said was true, then there must be a lot of secrets at the bottom of this riverbed. If that secret is unearthed, will it cause any indelible damage to this small village? If Mo Yi is also involved, he will definitely hate himself when he learns of this result. It's better to let her carry everything. Anyway, in his heart, she is a demon girl, how bad can she be?