Magellan walks on a dirt road in the countryside.

It hadn't rained here for a long time, and there was a thick pile of dust on the ground, and the air was filled with dust, and even though it was a sunny day, the sky and the earth were all cloudy and earthy yellow.

The north has experienced a year-long drought, but the village still exists, and they don't know that it is the special rice varieties in the field that make them have no grain and no harvest.

This is the road to the capital, and it is a necessary place for Magellan, after all, he has to avoid a lot of trouble.

It was early afternoon, and with a chill in the wind, Magellan covered the flower pots with his cloak and walked with difficulty.

He walked into the village.

This is a place where the poor gather, full of loess, low and dilapidated houses, dirty, the most conspicuous building in the village is a temple, standing at the entrance of the village, you can see half of the cornices on the roof of the villagers' houses.

There was a strange commotion coming from there.

Magellan didn't care and continued along the road.

Then he found out that the temple was on the side of the road.

He was blocked.

The villagers all seemed to be here, gathered for a momentous event, and everyone seemed excited, even angry, and it was clear that they did not want to give way to Magellan.

Magellan paused and stood under the glaring black cloak, but the villagers chose to ignore him with his sword.

And the villagers have more important and urgent things to do.

They were judging a widow.

The presiding officer of this trial was three old men, who looked very excited, and although they were old, they were in good spirits, and they spoke loudly, and their gray beards trembled with angry rebukes.

The villagers were so convinced of the presiding officer that their emotions followed the old man's emotions completely, and they erupted again and again with loud roars.

It sounded like it was a purely internal family affair, and the old man thought that a widow was not reserved enough, that she was looked down upon, and that she had disgraced her family, and that such behavior would not be tolerated, and that she must be punished.

As for why the whole village gathers here, it may be that the whole village belongs to one family, or it is possible that no one wants to let go of such a rare bustle.

There was a woman kneeling in the middle of the crowd, her face was covered with mud, and she couldn't see her appearance at all, it should be the widow in the old man's words.

The trial was finally over, and the old man, without giving the widow a chance to defend herself, announced that the widow would be punished amid the cheers of the villagers. Then the crowd dispersed, and everyone consciously stood on the side of the road, ready to start the execution.

Still unmoving, Magellan stood there and watched the widow staggering to her feet, two lines of tears running down the mud on her face, disappearing into her dirty collar, and walking to the middle of the road.

Then the villagers standing on the side of the road began to throw dirt at the widow.

It seemed ridiculous, as if the trial of righteous words was ultimately a game. However, this is not the case, Magellan knew that the villagers did not throw anything else because they could not find something to throw away.

Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, stones, if the villagers had these things at hand, they would not hesitate to throw them at the widow's head, but now, the only thing that the villagers can easily find is loess.

There are also clods of soil.

With a loud accusation, a clod of earth fell to the widow's face, and she almost fell to the ground, but in the end she persevered.

Then more clods of dirt fell on her.

Magellan moved.

He went up to the widow.

The air was full of dust.

The widow looked up at the man's face exposed under the hood, and tears rained down as she swept away the dirt to reveal her bruised face.

Magellan took off his cloak with one hand and put it on the widow, he moved quickly, the flower pot in his left hand was only exposed for a moment, and the loess in the air had not yet had time to fall on the petals.

The widow was confused, terrified, but she soon realized that she had nowhere to run.

There is not a trace of kindness in this world, and the swordsman in front of him has at least not fully revealed his malice.

Magellan looked at this woman's eyes, she was indeed beautiful, those eyes had a unique attraction, but unfortunately this ultimately brought disaster.

He tied the cloak for the widow and placed the pot on the woman's hand.

"Take it. ”

The widow looked up at Magellan's expression, then lowered her head and craned her neck as if frightened, and she carefully held the flower pot as if it were a coiled viper.

Magellan turned.

The villagers angrily threw loess and clods of earth, and no one knew who had decided to include Magellan in the first place, but now, everyone is the same.

Magellan began to walk forward, and he raised his hand and brandished his sword to block the clod of earth that was about to fall on the widow. It was almost self-inflicted, and the vast majority of clods of earth would turn into a handful of scattered loess that would eventually fall on Magellan.

In a matter of moments, Magellan had become a native.

He didn't care, though.

The widow behind Magellan followed suit, and she began to understand that at least the cloak represented not malice.

The world has become quiet.

The hood obscured the realization, and only the back of the swordsman in front of her was left in the woman's eyes, and she began to think that she might be protected.

Magellan walked slowly, because he had to wait for the widow behind him, and the villagers eventually learned to ignore him, and they were like machines many times.

Gradually, the widow followed.

A hand cautiously touched Magellan's left hand.

He was indifferent.

Then the cold hand took the three fingers of Magellan's left hand.

He kept walking.

Gradually, that hand became warmer.

Magellan finally walked out of the road surrounded by the villagers, he stood in a place where there was no loess flying, looked back at the villagers crowded together and did not know what to do, turned around and continued walking.

I don't know when it started, but that hand took his left hand, palms facing each other, pressed together.

The villagers could no longer see it, and they hesitated, but in the end they did not catch up.

"Why did you save me?"

The widow's voice was beautiful, full of fear and weakness.

Magellan did not answer, he put away his sword, drew his left hand, turned to face the widow, and removed the hood from her head.

Then Magellan saw the face of the white boy.

The mud from the widow's face was wiped away, revealing an immaculate face, and she lowered her head, avoiding Magellan's gaze, and unfastened her cloak.

"You are a hypocrite. ”

Magellan smiled, took the cloak from Bai Gongzi's hand and draped it on his body, and then took the flower pot.

He turned and prepared to leave.

"Your left hand, that's the Blue Bird Book, when the cyan color spreads to the heart, you're dead. ”