His eyes were a little hot, and his heart suddenly moved, and he reached out and took her into his arms, and said-

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore."

Murong Canghai's voice was full of bone-eroding tenderness, like an oath, sonorous like a song, like a river of spring water, slowly flowing to the deepest part of the years, and it will not disperse for a long time.

The herb in Su Yueming's hand snapped, and a piece fell, the herb fell on the sheet, the medicinal juice slowly spread, and the mist in her eyes was like this green water, quietly gathering and slipping, and no one knew.

Quietly, she said lightly, "The promises of this world, like the wind, are the most unreliable, and I only want to live like the walking dead, without any oaths." ”

In her previous life, she experienced the most tragic betrayal in the world, and she didn't want to believe or rely on anything but herself, because she didn't need it.

Murong Canghai sighed lightly, looked at the depths of her eyes, and said, "What the hell does it take to melt your cold heart a little bit, even a little bit, let me go in and take a look, it's good." ”

Su Yueming raised her head and said softly, "The medicine has been dressed, it's time to go out to eat, I'm afraid it's going to be cold after a long time." ”

As she spoke, she had already lowered her head and walked out, and Murong Canghai looked at her back.

"Two, it's time to eat." The old woman brought the prepared meal to the table, and the old man walked in with a solemn face, knocked on the dry tobacco pouch in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked sad.

The old woman stepped forward and asked, "How's the practice?" ”

The old man shook his head, sighed, and said, "A few old bones, what else can you do, no matter how much you toss, you can't toss those young adults, alas, there is no hope this year." ”

Seeing that the husband and wife couldn't eat, Su Yueming asked, "But what difficulties did you encounter?" ”

When the old woman heard Su Yueming ask, she opened the conversation box and said, "The two of you don't know, tomorrow is the annual dragon boat race in our Xiangyang Village and Peach Blossom Village on the other side of the river. Alas, it seems that there is no hope for this year's crop harvest again. ”

Murong Canghai asked puzzledly, "What does this dragon boat race have to do with the harvest of crops?" ”

The old man replied, "Because since five years ago, there has been a new rule in this dragon boat race, which village welcomes the right to use the river will go to the winning side, and the losing side will have to pay silver to the other side, whether it is draught or watering the crops." For five years in a row, we haven't won. ”

Su Yueming remembered what the old woman had just said, and asked again, "Injured wounded, disabled, why are the young adults in Xiangyang Village like this?" ”

Speaking of this, the old woman's brows furrowed even deeper, she was indignant, and said-

"The village chief of Taohua Village opposite, relying on his uncle is the county master, not to mention accepting money privately, in order to win the dragon boat race, he sent people to beat and cripple the young people in our village, so that only some bad old men can be left to compare with them, where to compare, alas!"

After hearing this, Su Yueming thought to herself, no matter where it is, there will always be the strong and the weak, even such a small village is no exception.

"Where's the dragon boat?" Murong Canghai suddenly asked.

"I just came back after two rounds of practice, and now I am parked by the river, and I have to go to practice after eating." The old man said.