Chapter Fifty-Eight: Is There a Fifth Surname?
Early in the morning, the sky was light blue, and Fanyin and Leng Yi were ready to leave for Lingdu. After a simple breakfast, the two set off lightly. After walking for about half a day, the two arrived at the forest road where there were not many people, rested for a while at the post station halfway, and avoided the noon sun, and now the journey is very refreshing.
It's just that the route back to the capital this time is different from the past, and Fanyin said that it is only because of this way that the road through the mountains is faster than the usual way through the town, and there are fewer people. Leng Yi doesn't matter, either way. It's just that after walking for another hour and a half, Leng Yi felt that the route was a little deviated, it should be far away, and he didn't ask.
"Leng Yi," Sanskrit said.
"Huh?" Leng Yi replied softly.
"This time I don't want to go back to Lingdu first, I want to go somewhere. "Sanskrit has no intention of concealing it.
"Where to go?"
"We've been traveling north for a while now, and if I'm not mistaken, it's not long before we can go south before we should be out of Dongling's borders, right?"
"Well, that's right, less than fifty miles further south you will reach the border, where do you want to go?"
"There's a tourist village over there, I'd like to visit it?" Sanskrit replied without pause.
"Tourist Village, what are you going to do there?" Leng Yi said flatly.
"A few years ago, I passed by there and found some interesting talents, and I wanted to visit while it was still early to return to the capital, but would you like to accompany me?"
"It's all here, how can I not accompany you. Leng Yi Qingjun's face showed a charming smile.
"I knew you would, it's not far anyway, let's go. Sanskrit said calmly.
"But you said yesterday that the ministry has been in trouble with Minister Yingzheng's agent for a long time, and we have to go back a few days late, I don't think it's appropriate, right?"
"Although this guy Chilu is usually reckless, he is still safe to handle things, and he and Zhongli have already gone back, so there shouldn't be anything else. ”
"The end of the year is approaching, you and the minister are not in the ministry, it's not good, the lord should say that we are free and loose. Leng Yi said sincerely.
"You're right, but I'm not thinking it through. In that case, you can go back for me first, I'll go over and visit by myself, and I'll be back two or three days late at most, don't worry. ”
Seeing this, Leng Yi knew that Fanyin had made up his mind, so he followed her, but when she went on the road alone, he still had some concerns, so he stood still and didn't move, wanting to open his mouth to dissuade him.
"Don't worry. "Sanskrit sound is the first to speak.
He always likes to worry more about this top boss, which is not his personality for more than 20 years, but he himself does not understand the reason, and it has become a habit over time. On the issue of dealing with Sanskrit, Leng Yi always felt that he had lost the freedom of squandering in the past, which made him very confused. But this time he resolutely decided not to accompany her.
"You be careful on the road, contact me at any time if you have something, I'm not far from you, what if...... Leng Yi suddenly felt a little abrasive halfway through his speech, so he hastily ended, "It's okay, I'll go first, goodbye." The words fell, and before Sanskrit could speak, he had already taken a step.
"Okay, don't worry. ”
After Fanyin finished speaking, Leng Yi had disappeared without a trace, and Fanyin even doubted whether Leng Yi had heard his last sentence clearly.
When he couldn't see Leng Yi's figure at all, Fanyin turned around and walked in the opposite direction. As she thought at the beginning, even if she deliberately took Leng Yi to the direction of the tourist village, even if it was already so close to the village, even if she did it so obviously, Leng Yi still refused to go with her.
The so-called for the sake of the second division, not worrying about Chilu, in her opinion, it is all prevarication and perfunctory, with his character, the sky has nothing to do with him, as long as he is too lazy to take care of it, even if the Lord will speak, he may not agree. He is a man who is well fed, and the whole family is not worried. Chilu often said that Leng Yi was an arrogant guy with eyes above the top, but Fanyin didn't think so.
In her opinion, it's not that ordinary things can't get into Leng Yi's eyes, but that Leng Yi hasn't seen everything around her at all, at least there are only a handful of things that Leng Yi cares about, and there are very few.
Of course, she has never doubted Leng Yi's sincerity to her friend, but she doesn't understand why Leng Yi would choose such a life like this. Everyone inevitably has their own hidden difficulties, and Sanskrit has no intention of exploring them, and respecting each other is the premise of being friends.
Fanyin walked alone on the road, she raised her left hand, and flicked her fingers lightly into the air, and a Ling mirror shaped like a thin ice pick appeared in front of her left, just where she could see, Ling Jing was fine and fine, if you don't observe carefully, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect its existence. In this way, Sanskrit can see everything around you clearly at 360 degrees without dead ends. After passing through the forest path, a quiet and idyllic village appeared in front of Fanyin's eyes.
Over the years since she came to Dongling, Fanyin has gradually adapted to life there, but when she sees these scenes again, she still can't let go of it peacefully. Fanyin stood at the entrance of the village, a bitter smile that had not been seen for a long time climbed up to her delicate face, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she took a few deep breaths of sweet taste. In the depths of winter, the streets have long been devoid of the fragrance of flowers, but the air is still sweet to Sanskrit. She lifted her feet, took a step, and stepped gently into the quiet village.
It was already afternoon, and most of the houses were resting, and occasionally the sound of flowers ticking came from the house.
She looked around to see if there was anyone else on the street. Not long after, she saw a chubby aunt drying the quilt in her yard, reflecting the warm winter sun, and the aunt hung the quilt on the rope and knocked it.
Fanyin came to the outside of the eldest aunt's courtyard, looked through the fence wall, and said, "Hello, can you disturb me?"
The fat aunt raised her head and looked out of the courtyard, not knowing who was calling her.
"Hello, I'm passing by our village, and I want to ask you about something, don't you know if it's convenient?"
The fat aunt took the broom in her hand and walked over, with some curiosity on her face, thinking about who it would be at this time.
"What's the matter?" the fat aunt looked at the young girl in front of her. The little girl's facial features are extremely delicate, her skin is slippery, and she has a faint wheat color, so she looks like she is not the closest Dongling person from here. So where did she come from?
"Hello, I want to ask you something, I'm from Dongling. ”
"Donglingguo?"
"I'm not a native of Dongling, I just live there, don't be surprised. ”
"Oh, that's it, no wonder, I remember that the skin of Dongling people is white and tender, not like you. The fat aunt was straightforward, but halfway through the conversation, she felt that something was wrong, "I didn't mean that, I mean that you don't have the same skin color as them." The fat aunt hurriedly waved her hand and explained.
"It doesn't matter. I'd like to ask you personally, I don't know if you know each other?"
"Just call me a fat aunt. The fat aunt looked at the strange girl in front of her with a smile.
"Okay, fat aunt, may I ask if there is a person with the fifth surname in our village. Sanskrit spoke calmly.