Now there is a room left in the house where Lan Zui Zhong Uncle Bai Suhe, Lan Zui shook his head, and looked at the sand table that was still alone on the ground.

"Drunk, do you trust that kid?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe anyone except a few of us."

"He offered to follow his dad's old path, what do you think? That kid has something to hide from us. I'm afraid of going the old way, and he is confident that he will calculate us below. ”

"I know. What he knew would never be like what he said, just a few words that Mu Ye whispered when he was unconscious. He's not going to do it all at once, he's going to use us to get what he wants, and besides, we're still valuable to him before that. I think it's time to mention the old man surnamed Chen, who is reluctant to reveal his name, and Montaigne's question is mostly a fake name. The fact that he can lead people to touch Gegen Gaole by himself shows that he has a little brush under his hands, and he will never be a little-known master who digs everywhere, but he wants to hide it so secretly, either because he has a criminal record on his back or because he is afraid that we will find trouble afterwards. After eight days of coming, this old man must have touched the Tao, but he was not sure so he never went down. Now the most scarce information is us, completely passive, and we don't even know that we are being calculated halfway. ”

"What do you think of what I mean?"

"Wait for now, now that the ground is covered with such thick snow, it will definitely take time for Yu Chen to find the traces left by his father. We can step on the spot ourselves during this time and then make plans. Find someone to follow Old Man Chen, I guess he has probably also set the way to the ground, most of him will not honestly follow Yu Chen to follow the old path of Muye, we can save some trouble by following him. Saving points is points, after all, there is not much time. ”

"Drunk, you've really grown up." Uncle Zhong stood up and touched Lan Zui's head: "As I planned, I'll go out and order Abin." ”

Lan Zui nodded, and waited until Uncle Zhong also left before Bai Suhe spoke: "Lan Zui, what are you doing with Meng Zheng?" I don't understand anything, and I get in the way. Do you think there is too little to do? ”

"Sister Bai, why do you hate her so much?" Lan Zui squinted, and Bai Suhe's eyes were full of exploration.

"Now I'm asking you."

"Okay. If my guess is correct, Old Man Chen was eyeing this point more than half a year ago, and it may be a coincidence that he also saw the corpses dead in these earthen houses like Zhu Yuan at that time. It's just that Old Man Chen is a little more stable and has been preparing, but he didn't expect Zhu Yuan to be cornered because he had no money, so he pulled Mu Ye and walked over before him. Old man Chen asked Montaigne to go back to Mengjia Village to bring Meng Zheng out most of the days ago, it should be that on the way to prepare, he found that Meng Zheng was helpful to pour this bucket, I really don't know what help it can be, but it is better to have than nothing to take precautions. ”

“…… Lan Zui, you are meeting us for the first time now, and it is completely different when you followed Rong Shisan's side. ”

"It's the same, but I don't usually want to think about it when I have people I can trust around and have something to rely on. As for this time, I have to get my hands on Jun Yihuang's soul. When I have a purpose, I will always find a way to get it. ”

Lan Zui stood up with the sand table and said, "Sister Bai, this trip is not as good as following the thirteenth brother." The human heart is more terrible than the mechanism in the tomb, and I don't want to ask you why you have to follow this troubled water, but it's too late to regret it now. I'll look around, whatever you want. ”

A cold wind poured in, and as the flame burned in front of the wooden door closed, the room returned to warmth. Bai Suhe sat alone in the room, looking up at the cracks in the wooden roof in a daze.

Why did she have to go down? Is it for Helan Fu in his dreams? Or is it for that Xia Ruoqing?

Is it worth risking one's life for the sake of a past that has been annihilated for thousands of years?

The room was warm, and Bai Suhe didn't sleep very well last night, and his eyes were a little foggy when he stared at it.

There seems to be a familiar smell around, I can't tell whether it is fragrant or not, and the smell of perfume that I usually smell is completely different from the smell of skin care and shampoo carried on the human body.

Where did you smell it? Bai Suhe's eyelids fought, and when she was about to sleep, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open again, and a cold wind swished on Bai Suhe's face, driving away her nine-point pajamas.

The person who came was Meng Zheng, holding a large earthen bowl in his hand. Seeing Bai Suhe, Meng Zheng showed his usual big smile on his face again.

"Sister Bai, your breakfast." Meng Zheng handed the big earthen bowl to Bai Suhe, it was a bowl of rice cereal lumps, just boiled out of the pot, steaming. There is a layer of oil stars floating on the soup and some green onions sprinkled on it, which is not a good thing, but in this ghost place where it is not close to the village before and not next to the store, it is already a rare delicacy.

"Don't like to eat? Why don't I cook you noodles? Meng Zheng saw that Bai Suhe took the bowl and chopsticks and did not move, mistakenly thinking that Bai Suhe didn't look down on this bowl of rice paste lumps.

"No, you don't." Bai Suhe put a piece into his mouth, and added salt to the soup, which tasted much better than compressed biscuits.

"Hehe, Sister Bai, you look good when you eat!" Meng Zheng sat stupidly opposite Bai Suhe, holding his face to Bai Suhe and starting to be crazy again.

"......" was eaten so closely by such a person, and no one with a big heart could eat it. Bai Suhe put down his chopsticks and didn't know whether to put them in his mouth and continue to eat himself, ignoring the girl in front of him, or holding the bowl and changing places before continuing.

"Is it delicious? Sister Bai, I'll make it for you! I know you're dirty, but I cooked it in a small pot alone, and I didn't cook it with other people's cauldrons! "The girl obviously didn't disturb the consciousness of other people's meals, and her eyes were round with a look of 'I did it, praise me, praise me, praise me' puppy to invite merit.

“…… Why are you so good to me? "Bai Suhe can't deny that although this girl is a little silly, she is really good to her.

"It should be."

"I'm not polite to you, and I'm not good to you." Bai Suhe put down the bowl and looked directly at the girl opposite for the first time.

"Hmm...... I don't know, I just think you're good anyway. Meng Zheng thought about it and added with a smile: "Because you are good-looking!" ”

Although that Jun sister is a little better-looking, I like to watch you!

This time, Meng Zheng learned to be obedient, and the last sentence turned in his throat, and he swallowed it back into his stomach.

"What's wrong with your face?" Bai Suhe took a closer look, only to find that there seemed to be something on Meng Zheng's white face. Therefore, she did not listen to Meng Zheng's later words. Just intently observing Meng Zheng's face.

Meng Zheng still wears the same high ponytail as yesterday today, with right-side bangs on his forehead. The white and pure skin on the left side of her face can be broken by blowing, and the part of her face that is not covered by bangs faintly reveals blue and red linear lines.

The linear lines are faint and almost invisible. If it hadn't snowed last night and the sky was shining today, they would have sat by the window again, and they wouldn't have noticed it in a blink of an eye.

"What's wrong?" Meng Zheng rubbed his face, not knowing why: "Didn't I say it last night...... Sister Lan slapped me when she saw me, it hurt. Sister Lan Drunk is so fierce now! It's much fiercer than when we first met. ”

It's completely a chicken and a duck, Bai Suhe frowned, put down the rice cereal lump that he had just eaten a bite, and couldn't help but say that he pulled on the zither and walked out of the door.

Outside, the light was brighter than inside the house, and the lines on the right side of Meng Zheng's face were much clearer. Bai Suhe opened the bangs of Meng Zheng, took a closer look, the lines were very regular, and even vaguely distinguished many colors of red, yellow, indigo, and black, starting from the upper right forehead of Meng Zheng, around the eyes along the temple, all the way down, entrenched on the right side of Meng Zheng's face. Although the color of the lines is too light, according to the shape, it still vaguely shows red and yellow as flowers, indigo as leaves, and the flowers are just right, which is actually a vivid flower sketch.

"You're going to get a tattoo? Who told you to get it? Also stabbed in the face. Bai Suhe saw this picture clearly, and his mood, which had improved slightly, suddenly became irritable again. I don't know if it's because of this complicated pattern that disgusts her, or because Meng Zheng doesn't care about face, she actually learns to tattoo herself and ruin an originally delicate and lovely appearance.

"Tattoos? What is it? Meng Zheng couldn't keep up with Bai Suhe's rhythm, and was stared at by Bai Suhe's cold gaze for a while before he reacted: "Oh, you said the flowers on my face? ”

"Hmm."

Meng Zheng was embarrassed to smooth his hair, pulled down his bangs to cover the right side of his face, and smiled shyly: "I don't know where it came from." I didn't pay attention to it, but I found it after the sun became less and whiter, maybe it was a birthmark. I covered it with my hair, and you can still see it. ”

Birthmark? Whose birthmark will grow so well, it is precisely a flower sketch?

However, the painting on Meng Zheng's face does not look like a tattoo, and it would be so light without tattoos.

"Forget it, I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood." This interruption made Bai Suhe's mood for eating completely undisturbed. And she doesn't know what is going on with her now, she hates Meng Zheng, and she cares about her affairs unusually.

If she doesn't get a tattoo on her face, is it self-disfiguring, what does it matter to her?

It's better to stay away from this kind of silly trouble.

Without waiting for Meng Zheng to react, Bai Suhe left directly. Standing at the door and looking at Bai Suhe's back, he looked back at the big earthen bowl that was still full by the fire, and pouted aggrievedly: "I have been adjusting the batter alone for a long time......"

Lan drunk drove around the center of Tsuchiya and went around in a whole circle. The ground was slippery with snow, the wheels were not equipped with snow chains, and the road was always slippery. Later, Lan Zui got impatient, turned off the fire and jumped out of the car, and directly broke his legs and continued.

The snow reached the ankles, and when you stepped on it, it was crispy and soft, creaking. Lan Zui took the Luoyang shovel from the car and plunged it vertically into the soil.

The soil here is indeed as old man Chen said, solid and abnormal. Lan drunk was full of sweat when she stuffed half a shovel, disgusted that the down jacket was in the way, she simply took off the down jacket and began to connect the rebar pipe, and the shovel head knocked into the soil little by little.

Without the protection of the down jacket, Lan Zui was blown by the cold wind, and the whole person trembled. Six sections of rebar pipes were connected, and the shovel was too long to be knocked down anymore, so Lan Zui began to pull the shovel up.

Pulling out the shovel is more difficult than playing the shovel, Lan drunk hands full of sweat holding the shovel handle straight slippery, when pulling the shovel I don't know what the shovel encountered, suddenly stuck. Lan Zui gritted his teeth and pulled up with brute force, and with too much force, his palm suddenly slipped off and scraped the nut connected between the rebar pipes, and a not small wound suddenly appeared, and bright red blood poured out, dyeing the white snow on the ground all of a sudden.

Lan drunk couldn't look at the wound at all, muttered a sentence and took off the gauze from the car, wrapped it around the wound a few times at will, and continued to pull out the shovel. It was easy to finally pull it out, and Lan drunk twisted the soil on the shovel head, and really found that there was a very small amount of fine sand in the soil. Lan Zui wiped some sand into his mouth and licked it, his face even darker.

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