"Only by setting it up like this can we make sense of our identity and win sympathy!" Mo Zhiyu waved his hand, "Ordinary people who listen to stories don't pay attention to any reasonableness, and this story is very simple and easy to remember, so it's not easy for us to show our stuffing, right?" And if you really want to pretend to be a peasant woman, you haven't done it like me, so let's be honest and be your lady. ”

Luo Bingqian nodded, sounding like there was some truth, and then asked, "Senior brother, are you really good at pretending to be a peasant woman?" ”

“…… That's not the point, so don't waste your time. Mo Zhiyu hurriedly communicated the plot with Luo Bingqian again, and then took away the night pearl, took some dry wood to make a torch on the spot, Mo Zhiyu let the meow ball return to his storage space, and then the two of them went down the mountain.

When the two of them were almost at the bright place, they saw a village, which was brightly lit, with gongs and drums, and lanterns, as if they were celebrating something.

Mo Zhiyu took Luo Bingqian into the village, and suddenly a pale face appeared in front of the two, which startled Luo Bingqian.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a mask." Mo Zhiyu comforted Luo Bingqian, and then he looked at the frighteningly white mask in front of him, and then looked at the mask owner wearing a rough men's linen clothes, guessing that it should be a man. He was about to speak again, but the mask owner first asked, "Who are you?" ”

Luo Bingqian immediately said: "We are private ......" As soon as Mo Zhiyu heard this, he quickly covered Luo Bingqian's mouth, pressed it firmly in his arms, and then looked at the masked man with a smile, and said: "The two of us came from the town next door to the next village in the next village, passing through here, and wanted to spend the night. ”

"Outlander?" The masked man was startled, and Mo Zhiyu was very puzzled by this person's reaction, but he still nodded. When this person saw Mo Zhiyu's reaction, he suddenly shouted: "Stranger! Then he turned and ran in the direction of the crowd, shouting and shouting: "Stranger, there is a stranger coming!" ”

Mo Zhiyu frowned, he didn't want to make much movement, but now he still made such a big movement, should he say that the people in this illusion are enthusiastic or neurotic? But now one thing is certain, the key word of this village is "isolation", and after a while, the people in the village will definitely ask questions, and he must hurry up and make up his lines.

Luo Bingqian pulled Mo Zhiyu's hand away and looked up at him: "Didn't you say that it was elopement?" ”

Mo Zhiyu looked down at him, sighed, and said, "How can anyone who elopes say that he eloped as soon as he comes up?" Of course, under all kinds of questioning, helpless narration can move people's hearts. ”

"Oh~" Luo Bingqian suddenly realized.

Sure enough, the man with the mask just now shouted at a group of people to come over, and surrounded Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian as if they were looking at a cherished animal. Mo Zhiyu looked at a group of people, each of them wore a white miserable mask, and their clothes were all made of linen, which was very simple. Mo Zhiyu looked at the worldly clothes of himself and Luo Bingqian, compared to them, they were so trendy that they couldn't be more trendy.

And this group of villagers really opened their mouths and asked: "Strangers, are you really strangers?" "Don't foreigners wear masks?" "Do all the strangers dress like this?"

After a lot of questions were smashed, Luo Bingqian was already stupid, and Mo Zhiyu could only quickly answer with the words "um", "yes", and "right", and then shouted while there was a gap: "Is the village chief here?!" ”

The villagers were silenced at this time, and a person came out from behind the crowd, looking no different from these people, but at this time, it must be the village chief who stood up, Mo Zhiyu immediately saluted and asked, "Is it the village chief?" ”

The village chief seemed to be a little unaccustomed to the etiquette of Mo Zhiyu, and arched his hand, not knowing how to operate it specifically, so he simply did not salute, so he said directly: "Yes, I am the village chief." ”

Mo Zhiyu immediately repeated what he had said before: "The two of us came from the town next door to the next village in the next village, and we wanted to spend the night. ”

"Overnight? Of course you can, you're welcome, you can stay when you come. The village chief readily agreed, and then handed out two masks as if he were juggling, "We all have to wear masks here, and I'm not used to seeing you like this, so you should follow the local customs." ”

"Okay." Mo Zhiyu took the mask, checked it slightly, and confirmed that there was no problem before assigning one to Luo Bingqing.

Then the village chief let the crowd disperse, and the province frightened the guests. Mo Zhiyu thought to himself, he had already been frightened, so it didn't matter.

After that, the village chief walked into the village with Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian, and explained at the same time: "We haven't had anyone from outside here for a long time, and it is inevitable that I will be a little excited to see you. To be honest, I'm thrilled too. ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the village chief trembling and raised his hands, and smiled: "I can see it." ”

Then he immediately asked, "How long have you been here after the war?" ”

"The big war? Where is the big war? The village chief's words were full of doubts, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh" A long ending note, said, "You are talking about more than ten years ago, right?" At that time, the two kings made peace, and they were spared the suffering of life. ”

"More than ten years ago?" Luo Bingqian let out a low cry in shock, and Mo Zhiyu immediately pulled her, shook his head at her, and asked her not to speak yet.

The village chief didn't pay attention to the small movements of the two here, and continued: "The people in our village all came with the army at that time, from the Eastern Continent, the Western Continent, and the Northern Continent. ”

When Luo Bingqian heard this, she immediately grabbed Mo Zhiyu and said in a low trembling voice: "They are ghosts......"

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly covered her mouth again, and made a silent gesture.

The village chief seemed to think that no one would respond to what he said, so he asked, "Hey, where are you from?" ”

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly said: "I am from the Eastern Continent, and my wife is from the Western Continent, and she also came over during the Great War. ”

"Oh, then we're a family too." The village chief laughed.

Mo Zhiyu walked down the road and has been observing the situation here. It seems to be a gala party, with high bonfires burning in the village square and people singing and dancing. The women served delicious food, and the men held up the jugs to fight the wine, although the wine flowed directly from the masks, and there were no children.

Mo Zhiyu asked again, "May I ask what you are celebrating?" ”

"Celebrate peace." "Peace is hard to come by, and we have to celebrate the end of the war every day. Don't you celebrate there? ”