The gray paper umbrella and the graceful woman, like a faint touch of green smoke, walked gently from the woods to the bustling village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A farmer carrying a hoe, with a full beard, dark skin, smiling eyes, and a lustful appearance, trotted to Ling Suxue and accosted: "Girl, you are a foreigner, right?" I don't know you well, so why don't you go to my house first, and then tell me the purpose of your visit, and I can help you find your relatives. ”

"Not necessarily."

"Don't be so cold, girl, you see I'm also kind. You must be afraid of tanning your skin with an umbrella, so it's not too late to go to my house and sit down, and wait for the sun to get lighter before you go out. ”

Ling Suxue ignored it and walked forward by herself.

The farmer was angry, put the hoe on his shoulder to the ground, and turned his eyes to think about how to trick the beauty home, when suddenly a good idea flashed through his mind, and he immediately chased after him with the hoe: "Girl, I see that your face is pale and confused, are you lost?" I'm very familiar with this area, and if you don't want to go to my house to sit down, I'll show you the way. ”

When Ling Suxue heard this, she felt that it was not bad to have someone to lead the way, so she nodded: "It's okay, show me the way there." ”

The farmer was overjoyed, and put the hoe in his hand to the wall next to him: "I'll put the hoe in Song first, and I'll get it when I'm done with your business." I don't know where do you want to go, beauty? ”

"I wonder if there's a darker place around here?"

The farmer looked towards the head of the village, muttered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Yes! There is a ruined temple not far from the village, is the girl looking for a shady place to rest? ”

"Sort of."

"Okay, you come with me!"

The farmer beckoned and walked away quickly.

Lingxue followed him, turning around the village to a dilapidated thatched hut.

"This is a ruined temple?" Ling Suxue looked at the mottled black lacquer door in front of her in disbelief.

"Hehe, if the temple girl goes in, you'll know!" The farmer's eyes are like rats, and he is full of cunning.

Lingsuxue had a premonition of ominousness and turned around to leave.

The farmer hurriedly stopped: "Girl, the temple I am talking about is too far away, so I found this hut for resting my feet, and this hut is also very dark inside." ”

As soon as Ling Suxue heard the word gloomy, she hesitated.

"Come on, it's definitely a place to rest." The farmer urged as he pushed the door in.

Lingxue walked to the door and was about to collect the umbrella, but the farmer grabbed her umbrella and threw it out, then slammed the door shut, rubbed his hands and smiled evilly: "Little lady! We meet again! Even if you die and become a ghost, I won't let you go! ”

Ling Suxue suddenly remembered the girl in red and blue clothes, she said that her younger brother was beaten to death by the person carrying the hoe, could it be ......

"Don't run, I've been waiting for you for years! I asked the mage to cast a spell in this house, and the ghosts that come in can't escape without their souls scattering! Step by step, the farmer approached Lingsu Snow.

Ling Suxue retreated to the root of the wall, shook her head in panic and shouted, "Help!" Help me! ”

"Shout! There is an enchantment in this room, and the ghostly voice cannot be heard outside! The farmer smirked evilly and threw himself at Lingsuxue.

At that time, the east end of the village.

Two strangers, a man and a woman, the man is tall and handsome and dashing, carrying a long sword, handsome and dashing; The woman's hand is holding a white oil-paper umbrella, her face is beautiful and gentle, and her walk is as light as floating. When they look at it, it's extraordinary.

The handsome man who walked in front showed a trace of impatience on his face, and said to the woman behind him: "What are you doing with an umbrella in broad daylight?" It was inconvenient to walk with an umbrella, and it was slow to walk, so I had to take three steps and wait for one step, and I walked so slowly and swallowing. ”

"Hehe, this big brother, I didn't need you to go with me! You have to follow me, and now that I'm back in the village, if you think I'm walking slowly, you can leave on your own. The woman holding the umbrella said with a cold smile.

"Then what's the matter, you're a woman away, I'm not worried, I must send you home safely." The man suddenly laughed again.

"That's whatever you want, I'm at this speed, do you like to send it or not." The woman said casually, and continued to walk forward gracefully step by step.

At the door of a nearby farmer's house, there are two children squatting playing with sandbags, with the same figure and face, a pair of twins. They looked at the two handsome foreigners, their eyes lit up.

One of them had yellow hair tied into a cupola cannon on his head, scratched the back of his head and wondered: "Didn't that sister with an umbrella just now be with Bully Feng, why is there another person around her now?" ”

"Brother, the sister with the umbrella may be a pair of twins like us, so there will be two of them." Another cupola said in a childish voice.

"I see...... Haha, it's time for me to throw punching bags to you, brother! ”

They went back to playing, not paying attention to anything outside of them.

At the same time, the girl in red and blue clothes sitting under the wild taro leaves in the depths of the woods, after playing a dozen different grievances to the bone flute, finally stopped, looked at the sky outside the leaves, and secretly wondered, three hours have passed, why hasn't the girl come in to change mushrooms?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, so she jumped down the long curved stem of the wild taro, and floated under the next tree in the shade of the dark tree to pick two mushrooms, one of which she held up as an umbrella, and the other in her pocket, and floated out of the woods. She hung her head with an umbrella, avoiding people, and searched around the village.

Half an hour later, she met two strangers, a man and a woman, in the north of the village, and immediately chased after the woman who was also holding an umbrella.

"Girl, it turns out that you changed the mushroom, I thought something happened to you?" Girl patting a white oil-paper umbrella.

The woman shook her shoulders and said unceremoniously: "Where did you come from, wild girl, don't climb the relationship casually!" ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, looked down at the ground, there was a shadow under the other party's feet, and she smiled: "Great! I'm so glad you're back to your original form! ”

"What nonsense? What a madman! Go! Go! The woman with a white oil-paper umbrella drove away the girl.

The handsome man standing on the side, silent, remained silent.

The girl left slowly, and after a while, she looked back at their backs and said to herself: "When you are born, you don't remember the current affairs of ghosts, you are gentle when you are ghosts, and you are strong when you are born." But she can be regarded as a return to the yang, I hope she can cherish her life! ”

The girl looked at the bright sky outside the umbrella and prepared to return to the woods to continue resting. But I saw a discarded mushroom in front of the door of a dilapidated farmer's house.

Mushroom?

Isn't this the one the girl picked when she first came out of the woods?

The girl was stunned for a moment, recalling the bad attitude of the other party just now, and secretly exclaimed in her heart, no, that girl was picked up and reinstated!

So the girl immediately picked up the mushrooms on the ground and chased after the strange man and woman just now.

It didn't take long for her to catch up.

"Wait, girl! Wait a minute! The girl called.

The woman with the white oil-paper umbrella rolled her eyes in annoyance: "That female madman is here again!" ”

"She looks so flustered, maybe she really has something to do with you." The tall man said lightly.

"What can it be? I don't know her, just like I didn't know you. You're all weird people. The woman with the white oil-paper umbrella complained. (To be continued.) )