Grief is everyone's right.

Old man He Yan understands grief, it is like an unsolvable virus lurking in the human body, once it encounters some even the slightest pressure, it will explode instantly, which makes people feel painful.

People with strong personalities will hide their sadness and only show their cheerful and optimistic side to others; And the less strong people, in the face of grief, have nothing to do, but to rely on the tears that no one knows and the time that keeps passing, to retain a bit of embarrassing dignity for themselves.

The old man picked up the leather bag, took a silent sip of wine, and said nothing more to the boy.

He knew that the six-year-old white-haired boy in front of him couldn't even tolerate the existence of sadness in his hideous heart, leaving only a hatred that could not be dispersed and dissolved.

"Kid, Huimina is here." Old man He Yan suddenly reminded the boy.

The boy was stunned, and immediately relieved the resentment and murderous intent on his face.

After that, a delicate and lovely voice sounded under the blazing sun.

"'Mind me' brother, look, I've picked up a piece of gold, the size of a finger!"

A little girl dressed in the same windproof white robe ran over happily and shouted the alias she had given to the bitter white-haired boy.

"Hey, little Huimina-chan, you go slowly, don't fall, the desert is not so flat, grandpa can't help but be scared." The old man He Yan was so frightened that a spirit jumped off the camel, hurriedly stopped the little girl, and gently picked her up.

"It's okay grandpa, I'm running steadily, I haven't fallen once in the past few days." The little girl put away her smile and put on a serious look, but her fat little face was not convincing at all.

The old man He Yan hugged Hui Mina, and he couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to pinch the little girl's white and tender little face, which was still milky.

Huimina shook her head a little unhappily, and her thin hair floated up, revealing a faint blonde.

"'You care about me' brother, look, gold, I'm amazing, hehe."

The little guy broke free from the arms of the old man He Yan, ran to the white-haired boy's camel, raised his right hand holding a small piece of gold nugget, and shook it constantly.

The boy rode on the camel and rolled his eyes.

"Ah, you're so good, you can pick up a piece of two or three millimeters of gold sand, and your eyesight is so good......," said the boy angrily.

When Huimina heard this, she immediately paused and snorted angrily: "You're not praising me, big villain!" ”

The boy rolled his eyes again, bothered to pay attention to the little girl, and rode on his camel.

When the old man He Yan saw it, he was afraid that the cute little granddaughter would be angry, so he immediately walked up to Hui Mina and echoed: "Yes, the stinky white-haired brother in front of him is a big villain, Hui Mina should ignore him." ”

"Oops......" Hui Mina heard her grandfather say bad things about the white-haired boy, and suddenly changed her face again, and began to count down the old man He Yan, "Grandpa, don't say that 'you care about me' brother, he is actually not a villain." ”

"Huh?" Old man He Yan was stunned.

Regardless of her grandfather's stunned expression, Huimina threw away the small gold nugget she had just used to show off, and ran forward in a hurry.

The little girl tilted her little head, looked at the white-haired boy, and asked, "Hey, 'you care about me' brother, are you angry?" ”

The boy said directly, "No." ”

Ignoring the boy's answer, Huimina asked, "Why are you angry?" ”

The boy was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, the boy replied as if he had broken the jar: "You care about me!" ”

"But being angry will make your body uncomfortable, so don't be angry." Huimina looked up at the white-haired boy on the camel, her big eyes full of antiquity.

The boy was speechless again, and it took a long time before he squeezed out a sentence: "Have you listened to me......"

"Yes." Huimina grinned.

Old man He Yan looked at it from behind and shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, don't make a fuss." Old man He Yan stepped forward and took Huimina's little arm to carry her to his camel.

At this time, the little girl suddenly said: "Grandpa, I don't want to sit here, I want to sit on the side of 'you care about me' brother." ”

"Huh?" Old man He Yan was stunned again.

The white-haired boy who had been beside him heard this and quickly refused: "Don't!" With such a big sun, two people will die of heat when they are crowded together! ”

Hui Mina pursed her lips and looked at the old man He Yan.

Old man He Yan sighed, then unfolded a bright smile and said to the white-haired boy, "Eh...... I can't say that, you two are just a little bit old, it's okay to squeeze it. ”

"But......" As soon as the white-haired boy wanted to continue refusing, the old man He Yan said with a smile: "Little guy, I saved your life......

The corners of the white-haired boy's mouth twitched, and he said, "Okay......"

"Yay!" Huimina cheered and rode onto the white-haired boy's camel.

In the desert, the sun is fierce.

Huimina sat behind the boy, laughing.

The little girl didn't hug the white-haired boy, on a hot day, the hug of the two children was neither romantic nor beautiful, on the contrary, the girl just smiled and dotted on the boy's back with her little fingertips, as if she was angry.

"Wimpy kid......" said the boy.

The girl laughed and followed suit, "You too." ”

Old man He Yan also rode on a camel, and he watched from the sidelines, with a kind smile on his face.

"That's right, little child, why should you remember such a huge hatred?"

With Old Man He Yan's kind thoughts, the scorching sunlight in the sky was still unceremoniously scorching the earth.

On the desert, huge caravans pulled piles of goods and struggled to move forward.

Old man He Yan abides by his duties and always thinks about his destination.

Finally, when the hour hand of his old pocket watch pointed to "1", a strange high-rise building suddenly broke into his eyes in the barren desert.

"It's here! Almost there! Everybody! See! Not far ahead is our destination Loulan! ”

Old man He Yan shouted loudly.

Behind him, a large cheer sounded with a tiredness that could not be concealed.

More than 70 tribesmen rode on camels, and when they heard the news that they were about to arrive in Loulan, they became excited, some laughed loudly, and some even began to sing some heroic ballads that were difficult for others to understand.

"Have you arrived?" The white-haired boy wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Loulan is just ahead, so isn't Shayin Village far away?

The white-haired boy suddenly clenched his small fists.

If you join the Sand Hidden Village, you should have a chance to become a ninja, right?

If you become a ninja, you can have the power and power to kill, right?

Is that so, Mom?

The white-haired boy thought so, and suddenly, something strange happened to him.

A secret and sharp gaze that was projected from nowhere.

Who is it?!

The boy jerked his head up and looked around.

A few seconds later, the boy was horrified to find a pair of indifferent eyes staring straight at him in front of him, less than ten meters northwest of the caravan.

Those eyes—just a pair of eyes, no other bodies.

"Discovered?" There was a murmur of surprise.

"Who!" The boy let out a loud shout.

Ten meters in front of me, a huge curtain was lifted—a pale yellow cloth, the same color as the desert.

The entire caravan, including Old Man He Yan, was taken aback.

"What man!?" Old man He Yan was the first to scold.

I saw a young man who was one meter four tall, wearing a black short shirt and a tool kit tied around his waist, and the old man He Yan didn't have time to see the young man's face clearly, let alone the forehead protection pattern on the young man's forehead.

In just a moment, the black-shirted young man took an arrow step, used an instantaneous technique, and immediately rushed towards Loulan, the speed was so fast, leaving only an afterimage.

The old man He Yan was full of suspicion, and only thought in his heart: Another white-haired boy?

The white-haired boy on the side looked at the afterimage and was overjoyed.

Ninja! It's a ninja!

"Hey! Don't run! The white-haired boy's childish cry was slightly hoarse.

The boy jumped off the camel excitedly, and chased the remnant with all his might.

'Hey!' You call me, 'Brother, where are you going!' Little Huimina shouted hoarsely on the camel.

It was only after a while that the girl heard a merciless echo.

"You care about me!"