One of life's compulsory lessons: learn to lie.

When Yan Yueming's face did not change, she actually asked Wen Renjing nervously in her heart: "Huh? Do I have one? At that time, he knew that he had grown.

One day, he will become a mean adult.

Wen Renjing's face was full of suspicion, "Yes, didn't you find it yourself?" ”

Yan Yueming didn't know how to answer, the primary school principal was very smart, and it was really not easy to fool. He had to think of a better way to say it, thinking about it, Wen Renjing moved his clever little brain, and took the initiative to give him a perfect explanation, "Is it the influence of the phantom tree?" Was it a transient loss of mind? Or is it some hallucination? ”

What does this say...... That's right, right......

Yan Yueming nodded, "It seems to be a little hallucination, but it's not serious." ”

Wen Renjing touched his chin thoughtfully, "It seems that the influence of the Phantom Tree on people is gradually weakening with the passage of time, as far as we looked at before, the duration should be about two hours." ”

Yan Yueming seized the opportunity and hurriedly agreed, feeling a little guilty about fooling the primary school principal, but not much. The head of the elementary school is still young, he shouldn't know that, this is to protect him.

Yes, it's protecting him.

Yan Yueming once felt that this was called "self-deception".

My aunt said it was called "reasonable optimism."

Auntie is right.

At this time, the staff of the hotel finally returned from the clinic.

The old man at the front desk, the waitress and the fat chef walked in from the outside in turn, except for the clothes on their bodies stained with dust and blood, there was no trace of injury on their bodies.

Everything is back to business as usual.

Dong Xiaoyin and others successfully checked in with a accommodation fee of 10 yuan, and the process was still the same as before, and there was no change. As they registered, Yan Yueming glanced out.

There were very few pedestrians on the streets, and the ground was still a mess. After that round of trouble, the town returned to calm, but Yan Yueming vaguely felt that something was different. It's an intuition, a kind of overall atmosphere that flows through the air after the town has been steamed.

The atmosphere is unusual.

Yan Yueming shrank back again, but in just half a minute, he was already sweating a lot. The heat was unbearable, and people kept drinking water, and some people even soaked themselves in water - the water would eventually evaporate anyway.

The most indifferent person present was Li Zheng, who had already come back from taking a shower. He sat back down in the hall, his brow calm and his posture lazily hooked up the yarn.

This time he brought a ball of blue thread.

As the ball of yarn rolled, the blue lines wrapped around his bony fingers, and through the winding of the crochet needle, they were gradually woven into beautiful flowers, and the sound in the living room gradually settled below the usual decibels.

People who look at him are unconsciously attracted by his movements. Chaotic thoughts are combed like yarn, and the irritability due to the heat is calmed down.

Yan Yueming moved a small bench again, sat next to Li Zheng, and naturally blended in. Li Zheng's shadow shrouded him, and he felt that even the high temperature was not so unbearable.

The others didn't dare to get so close like Yan Yueming, but they all calmed down more or less because of this. It's mid-spring, and you can find it at will

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The hall was completely silent, and everyone remained motionless as the minutes passed.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Yueming also took a nap like a chicken pecking rice, and her body unconsciously fell to Li Zheng's side, until she leaned back in his chair and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Li Zheng lowered his eyes.

Yan Yueming didn't have any major injuries on his body, but he rubbed off a little skin here, and accidentally scratched it there, and followed him to run in the gap a few times, and he also lost a lot of weight. I don't know what I dreamed of, but I pulled the corners of my mouth in my sleep and secretly laughed.

It's like stealing something good.

Li Zheng suddenly thought that if he asked Yan Yueming for it, Yan Yueming would definitely give him half of the good things. This kind of unprovoked, no, perhaps traceable self-confidence made Li Zheng look at him for a while.

But what does he always look behind me?

Li Zheng's heart is as careful as a hair, and Yan Yueming's little actions can't hide it from him. His anomaly only appeared after seeing the Phantom Tree, presumably a hallucination, seeing something that shouldn't exist.

What is it?

Behind? Behind the spirit?

Looking at his performance of wanting to see it but not daring to look at it, and finally he couldn't help but look at it, and he had to stretch out his hand, 99% of it was not a scary thing. And it's about yourself.

Tail?

Thinking of this speculation, Li Zheng couldn't help but rub his fingers. The silver crochet needle swirled between his fingers, and his gaze gradually deepened as he looked at the sleeping Yan Yueming.

Yan Yueming didn't realize it, he was dreaming. Although this dream was bizarre, he ate delicious food and touched his big tail. Although the moment he touched the big tail, the senior turned his head and turned into a monster, but he was not frightened to wake up, but heroically beat the monster violently.

Beat and beat, and courage comes. The more beaten

The more energetic, Xiao Ming's god of war is also.

The seniors are going to fall in love with him.

This dream was so beautiful that Yan Yueming didn't want to wake up. He vaguely heard something ringing in his ears, but he couldn't hear it very clearly, and it wasn't until the sound grew louder and louder, and the reassuring breath seemed to be far away, that he suddenly woke up.

He looked up and saw that Li Zheng had already stood up, and subconsciously followed suit, but he forgot that he had kept a position to sleep and raised his feet, his hands and feet were a little numb, and the whole person shook uncontrollably.

Li Zheng stretched out his hand and pulled him, but he didn't cast his gaze. Yan Yueming saw his somewhat solemn expression, and immediately looked out along his line of sight, it seemed to be a little darker that day?

There was a faint cry in the distance, blown by the wind, if there was nothing, a little infiltrating.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"It should be that the persimmon tree is starting to have problems." Wen Renjing replied to him.

The people who remained in the living room gathered at the door, but the door looked out into the street, and there was nothing to be seen. Everyone went to Lou Cao Yu's room again, this room has the best view, and can overlook a corner of the persimmon forest.

From so far away, the persimmon trees are withered and dead, and it is difficult to see real, but everyone can see the townspeople kneeling on the ground and bowing and crying. The entire orange-red town seemed to be shrouded in a mournful voice, revealing a breath of death.

Yan Yueming still remembers that when he was spending money, he heard a townsman brother say that the persimmons in the orange town and the gold, sheep and sheep in the El Dorado country

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After another half an hour, the persimmons of the persimmon tree began to fall off. The death of the persimmon tree was finally visible, and the cries of the townspeople grew louder and louder.

Yan Yueming didn't dare to look at the sky, but he clearly felt that when the trees died and those orange-red persimmons gradually fell from the branches, the sky was a little darker.

"Is there a relationship between the two?" He voiced his doubts.

"Yes." Li Zheng gave him an affirmative answer, but did not elaborate.

An hour later, the persimmon forest was already crowded with townspeople, standing or kneeling, crying all over the field. And when they looked and could not find a single orange-red persimmon on the branch, the sky suddenly darkened.

Night fell.

But the sky was very dark, not the natural transition from day to night, as if when the last persimmon landed, it hit the switch of the earth, so the sky was dark.

Everyone is a little hairy in their hearts. Now that the sun is gone, they naturally don't worry about seeing the phantom tree again. The influence of the Phantom Tree on them had also passed with time, and they couldn't help but poke their heads out to look at them one by one—in an instant, there was a fire in front of them again.

The light of the fire was lit, and it was the light of the torches, and it was connected into pieces.

I don't know what happened in the persimmon forest, I can't hear the sound clearly, but in the distance there are shouts like ocean waves. Wave after wave, the beating made people's hearts float, and eventually, the townspeople moved.

They scattered in a hurry, each heading in the direction of home, but in a few moments, they came out of the house again. Carrying hoes and axes, they each carried tools and even small baskets and carts, and returned to the persimmon forest.

Qu Gang was full of doubts, "What are they doing here?" Going farming at night? Dig up the tree and replant it? ”

Hu Jiajia shook her head cautiously, "It seems, it doesn't seem to be very like, the water is gone, the soil is cracked, how to plant?" ”

Cao Yu: "The whole town is dispatched, it must be a big deal!" ”

In the persimmon forest, there is also a very important building - the water tower.

The water tower is where the mayor lives, and Wen Renjing squinted at the tower, feeling that the mayor must be in the persimmon forest at the moment. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a jacket pushed the door in, saying, "The person is back." ”

Before Yan Yueming woke up, Zhongchun took two team members to the persimmon forest to investigate the situation.

Li Zheng: "What's the situation?" ”

Jacket: "The persimmon trees are all dead, and the persimmons that fell on the ground are also rotten, and the mayor of the town is giving a speech over there, calling on the residents of the town to push the water tower, and they are going to start digging wells." ”

Pushed the water tower and dug the well?

Everyone looked at each other, but they were not surprised. Because if you think about it carefully, there is a shortage of water and trees are dry, so you must have to find a way to find water, so isn't it a very conventional and logical operation to dig a well down?

Wen Renjing thought deeper, "You say...... Can anything else be dug up from the ground besides water? ”

Hu Jiajia suddenly thought of the anime she usually watched, and her imagination was not lacking, so she naturally thought of everything, and when she thought of it, her face turned pale, "Can't it just water?" ”

Her expectant gaze swept over Wen Renjing, then swept over Yan Yueming, and finally stopped on Li Zheng's face. This big guy in her mind didn't have the answer she wanted.

However, Yan Yueming couldn't help but be scared when she saw her, and hurriedly proposed another possibility, "Could it be a new entrance?" ”

Wen Jingjing's eyes lit up slightly, "This is also possible." ”！

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