Chapter Twenty-Three: The Laugh of Being Thought

"The town is very interesting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Xia He sat on the dilapidated carriage with his head drooping, and the sound of Xiao Lian's gentle breathing came from the carriage, like a small beast snoring quietly.

Yin Huai, who drove the old horse, did not say anything, and continued to move forward silently and quietly.

...... "Let's go." Aunt Ma looked at Yin Huai, her voice was not calm in the past, and even carried a deep meaning that came from nowhere, "If you have any trouble, come back and take a look, and bring the pity baby with you." ”

Yin Huai heard Aunt Ma's worries, and in a trance, she felt that this bun shop that had lived for several years had something more unusual.

The wheel of history is always advancing, all beings in the world are just ants under the wheel, relying on the mercy of history to live pitifully, there is a small river called Sheephorn next to a small town called Sheephorn, the river meanders and winds away. In a certain year, he buried a handful of loess from the north.

In the distant past, more loess was buried here, just from the comfort of the south.

...... "Sheep's horns sway upward, turbulent rapids, and loess and green mud, build the Great Wall, this sincerity, loyalty and filial piety, framed by the rebel rebellion, a foot of white silk, and the sheephorn river is called the white silk river. Xia He read out a text, and the corners of his mouth arced.

Yin Huai hurried on the road seriously, and didn't seem to hear anything, but the old horse pulling the cart snorted, and he didn't know if he heard it too.

"Smack. There was a crisp sound, and the whip slapped on the old horse's hind legs, and the old horse was in pain and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Xia He seemed to have seen something interesting, and smiled even more happily.

The old horse felt a chill in his neck and shivered deeply. It seems that there are some predators chasing him behind him, and the speed is a little faster.

The old carriage was clanging farther and farther, and the beautiful figure of Giethoorn Town was also buried in the shadows of the stacked trees and disappeared.

......

"Do you really feel at ease that they will go?" Erzhuzi is no longer honest in the bun shop in the past, nor does he meet the doting of Xiao Pian, but has some peculiar charm, his body is swaying in the wind, swinging with the wind, but he has never been blown down by the wind, like a weed swaying in the wind.

Aunt Ma looked at the direction of the old carriage and looked deeply, not swaying like weeds in the wind, but with a majestic momentum like a mountain.

After a long time, Aunt Ma's voice came from the wind, and soon dispersed in the wind again.

"You can only take one step at a time. That kid might really be. ”

......

"Have you figured out where to go?" Xia He hung one leg and sat on the roof of the carriage, and there was a small merciful laughter by the stream next to him, and there was a faint sound of the old horse's nose and sound.

Yin Huai sat quietly in the carriage and cleaned up.

neither took care of Xia He, nor did he look in the direction of Xiao Lian.

After a while, Yin Huai rolled up the carriage curtain and looked at Xia He's translucent legs.

"To the south. ”

"Come with us?" Xia He said playfully, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yin Huai just watched and didn't speak, but Xia He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, "Okay, okay, you don't have anywhere to go anyway, so I'll allow you to go to the south with me." ”

Yin Huai still just watched, Xia He's tone softened again, "Well, my sister will ask you to take care of it." ”

Hearing this, Yin Huai retracted his gaze and stepped down from the old carriage, intending to walk to the river to wash it.

"Do you want to learn to practice? Xia He's voice sounded again.

Yin Huai was stunned and looked back at Xia He, who was still sitting on the roof of the carriage.

Xia He smiled, as if he didn't say anything, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth never left.

The wind in the forest was blowing, blowing away something.

Yin Huai looked at it and smiled, bright and brilliant.

"Good. ”......

Xia He didn't expect that Yin Huai, who was usually silent and even seemed a little autistic, showed a different cunning from the past at this time, and even called it cunning and shrewd.

Xia He saw this shrewdness, but he could only shake his head helplessly, making an appearance of being deceived, but only he knew what he thought in his heart.

Looking at Yin Huai's figure disappearing in the shadows of the trees, Xia Xiaolian's laughter from the river seemed to become more and more obvious.

"I just hope that this kind of laughter can be like this forever. ”

Xia He looked at the figure in the shadow of the tree and thought like this.

Yin Huai listened to the more and more crisp voice and thought like this.

The old horse snorted again, thinking the same thing.

The same is true in a small town far away by the river.

And farther away, in the tower where the sky is isolated, the beautiful woman with her hair scattered and her face with some vicissitudes of life also remembered this crisp laughter at this time.

The closed iron door locked the woman in her prime, saying that she was staying to spend time with the princess, but in fact she was a woman under house arrest. Looking up at the tower's only window with a view of the prairie sky.

The iron door was opened again, and the woman did not look back, she knew who it was, and only he would come to visit her former prairie beauty, who had completely lost power.

It was a man, a burly man, with the wild air that the Great Wilderness people most admired and longed for.

The people of the Great Wilderness called him Khan, the courtiers of the Great Yin called him the biggest barbarian on the steppe, and the mountains further north preferred to call him king.

He was the king, the king of the strongest country in this continent, and even the one on the throne of Da Yin could only scold and say a few ridiculous words in secret, and he didn't dare to say something big in public that trampled him under his feet.

He is the leader of the tens of thousands of iron cavalry under the snow-capped mountains, and he is also the spiritual sustenance of the people who believe in the gods of the north.

Or to put it bluntly, he is the strongest man under the stars.

It's just that such the strongest man, in front of this imprisoned woman, seems to be the shy boy who would blush when he spoke.

But after all, the appearance of a teenager is no longer there, and the beauty who was captivated by the country and the city is now just a canary imprisoned in the tower, and can only stare blankly at the dappled sunlight leaking out of the window, and then miss her husband who has left the world, and worry about her children who are far away.

It's just that she doesn't need him for anything she does or thinks. Although he caused all this.

She just didn't want to pay attention to him, even though he liked her very much.

He really liked her, so he wanted to talk to her, even if she scolded him for annoying him.

It's just that he waited for a long time, and when the dappled sunlight moved to another place, she didn't speak.

His patience was worn out, he still liked her after all, so he didn't do anything to her, just turned away, and the iron door still clattered as he left, mixed with a slurred word.

"They've arrived. ”

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