Wen Qing hurriedly took a shower in the kitchen, and when Wen Sheng finished washing, she could take everyone's dirty clothes to wash.

The sound of water was rattling, Wen Qing was lying on the bamboo bed, looking at the moon with Erlang's legs crossed. At this moment, the moon had not yet reached the center, and her sleepiness had not yet been thick, so it should be between nine and ten o'clock, and there might be a slight error. She put her hands behind her head, half-squinting as she thought back to what had happened in the past few days.

On the day she crossed over, there was no doubt that she had been invaded by the same person again. There was only one person who would hold her hostage on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she was sure it was the same person. It's just that why does it happen to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and why do you come here every year?

Subsequently, she followed Wen Sheng to Baisha Town, where she was inexplicably targeted and bullied. Wen Qing didn't know who the young lady was, but judging by the attitude of the stall owner who sold jade and ironware, the woman and her husband were not easy to get along with.

Today, Chengjiazhuang was attacked during the day, and it was only because the group of black-clothed people wanted to find Shen Yuezhi, and Shen Yuezhi took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate Chengjiazhuang, so there was a later incident. Wen Qing thought about Shen Yuezhi and Xue Yue, these two people had known each other for a long time, and because a girl named Xin'er turned against each other, it was because their personal contradictions were very deep. But this has nothing to do with her, she is just curious, Shen Yuezhi seems to know her.

Also, I heard Wensheng say that Aunt Hua was fine a few days ago, why did she suddenly pass away today? Her grandson has become a hot potato again, and no one wants to take it, didn't Aunt Hua plan for Wen Xiaobao in advance?

The mysteries are like open spider webs, intricate, and seemingly unconnected, but in fact, Wenqing understands that these things do not happen in isolation, and there must be some opportunity.

Why did she die in this world, but she was able to come back to life in modern times? Why do you come back here every year for the Mid-Autumn Festival? What is the significance of the cycle of six years?

Who is Wenyun's father? Could he have anything to do with these things?

What about Wensheng? He seems to be honest and cowardly, but in fact he is not simple.

Wen Qing let out a long breath and rubbed his temples, feeling that his head hurt.

"Xiao Qingqing, I'm fine, you take the clothes and wash them. By the way, do you want me to send you there? ”

The jubilant voice of Wensheng came from the room.

Wen Qing sat up, grabbed a handful of long hair and straightened it up, and thought: Come on, if Wen Sheng leaves, what will happen to the two children in the house? In such a poor and remote place, there may be traffickers, so it is better to keep Wensheng at home. She only needs to bring a pocket knife, which is enough for self-defense.

"Dad, I don't need you to send it, I'll be back soon."

Putting the dirty clothes into the wooden basin, Wen Qing went out with a clothes beating stick in his arms. She was wearing cloth shoes, and walking on the sand would inevitably make some grinding sounds, which was a little oozing in the quiet of the night. The villagers along the way all fell asleep, and the village chief's house was still lit with warm yellow light, which was an oil lamp, and Wen Qing's family couldn't afford it.

"Huacheng, don't read, go to bed early, you have to catch the car back to the academy tomorrow."

Painting sincerity? Who is it? Wang Miao just has two children, Wenzhu and Wenyan, is this painting Cheng Wenzhu? God, Wenzhu has a table word? That's a scholar's thing.

Wen Qing hid his curiosity about Wang Miao's family and walked slowly to the outside of the village. Wang Miao, who opened the door and poured water for washing his feet, heard the sound of walking outside, and couldn't help but come out and take a look, but found that it was Wen Qing.

She wondered in her heart: "It's so late, what is Wen Qing doing outside the village?" ”

Wang Miao hesitated for a moment and followed cautiously.

To get outside the village, of course, you have to pass the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. Wen Qing saw Zhang Laosan's figure from a distance, and there was no movement in the dark night. Wen Qing doesn't regret it, this kind of person deserves to freeze to death.

She wanted to walk over directly, pretending not to see it, but Zhang Laosan heard the footsteps, woke up when she landed, and shouted in a dumb voice: "You let me down, I'll give you money!" ”

He is really hungry and thirsty, and he is still sleepy, if he doesn't let him down, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for Wen Yao to come back tomorrow. As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Laosan couldn't help but scold. He Wenyao nephrite jade is warm and fragrant and enjoys the blessings of all people, but he is starving and freezing here, why?

Wen Qing let out an "um" and said, "How much money do you give me?" ”

Hearing this voice, Zhang Laosan's whole body was awake, he desperately twisted his body, but the rope lock was tight, and he could only keep floating, like a balloon.

"Wenqing! You put me down! I promise, if you let me go, I won't seek revenge on you! ”

Can the villain's promise be trusted? Wen Qing is such a sensitive person, when he smiled coldly, he mocked: "It seems that you still want to seek revenge." ”

Zhang Laosan was stunned, what should he say in order to dispel Wen Qing's doubts? No, as long as he still had a mind for her, she couldn't have been unaware. When the time comes, she will still be wary of herself. He rolled his eyes, thinking about what could be done to deal a fatal blow to Wen Qing.

Even in the dark, Wen Qing could feel Zhang Laosan's treacherous thoughts. No wonder people say don't mess with villains, she really can't bear the consequences.

The simplest and most brutal way is to cut off the villain's last hope. And for Zhang Laosan, he is probably immortal. She can't kill him, at least after today's punishment, Zhang Laosan's bizarre death will definitely arouse the vigilance of the people in the village, and they can find out that it was their own hand when they look down.

Wen Qing knew that she couldn't do criminal things for the sake of momentary pleasure, so she swallowed the unwillingness in her heart and walked away with a wooden basin.

Not far away, Wang Miao looked at this side, revealing a thoughtful expression.

If Zhang Laosan died, who knew that she killed her?

One step, two steps, three steps...... Wang Miao stepped forward casually, holding a sharp stone in his hand behind his back.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the earth, and Wang Miao's figure was getting longer and longer, gradually spreading to Zhang Laosan's eyes. He was surprised and wanted to turn back, but all he could see was a small patch.

"Who is it?"

Faintly it is a woman's dress.

Light blue with magnolia flowers on the hem.

Zhang Laosan's heart was beating wildly, uneasiness and fear quickly overwhelmed him, he shook his body, and said with some difficulty: "Ah Miao, is it you?" ”

There was no answer.

Zhang Laosan suddenly remembered sixteen years ago, when she was as bright as a flower, pure as jade, and full of softness with a smile and a smile. But in sixteen years, she has become a country woman, exposed to the wind and sun, and her palms are rough. As the years passed, her heart became more and more tenacious.

But to this day, does she still hate herself?

"Ah Miao, I know it's wrong......"

His low cry for mercy came from the wind, and his footsteps stopped.

Wen Miao suddenly laughed, with a teasing tone in her words, and a playful tone, "Third child, why are you hanging a swing on a tree?" ”

Zhang Laosan broke out in a cold sweat inexplicably, he laughed dryly for a while, and didn't dare to persuade Wen Miao to put himself down.

She didn't like him in the first place, and she didn't look at him when she passed the village entrance in the afternoon, so he naturally didn't have any hope that she would let herself go.

But-

Wang Miao cut the rope with the sharp end of the stone, and Zhang Laosan fell to the ground with a thud, and his bones were about to crack. He screamed in pain, and heard Wang Miao say: "I didn't bring scissors, just use this stone to cut the rope, don't be afraid, I will be very light." ”

"Is it—ahh

The man's screams wafted through the air, and Wen Qing only glanced back, then quickened his pace in confusion and went down to wash his clothes.