Chapter Twenty-Six: What Do You Want in Life?

Liu Qingyun looked at the abacus bead in Shen Yi's hand fixedly, and was stunned for a while, complaining: "Shen Yi, this is your mistake." Since you knew that this abacus was suspicious, you should have said it earlier, causing me and my little sister to search the counter inside and out, making us disgraced, are you deliberately entertaining the third master?"

Shen Yi smiled and said: "You really wronged me, I didn't mean to see the jokes between you and Miss Hua, and I didn't want to keep you busy, I really just remembered the abacus." ”

"That's right, how can Brother Shen be like you, you don't have anything serious all day long, you just want to play tricks on people. Hua Susu pursed his lips on the side and said to Liu Qingyun.

Liu Qingyun screamed, and turned to face Hua Susu, "Hey, I said Hua Xiaomei, you are really a woman, you have forgotten who took you to the city to play since you were a child? Who helped you beat your second brother? When you are bullied again in the future, don't look for me, I don't want to help you anymore." Then again, you've only been meeting this kid for a few days, and you're defending him everywhere. ”

Hua Susu was anxious and annoyed, her cheeks were crimson with shame, but when she peeked at Shen Yi again, she saw him looking at the abacus beads in his hand intently, and he didn't seem to hear what she and Liu Qingyun were arguing about, and he couldn't help but be disappointed. How she hoped that Shen Yi could understand that she was very different from him.

Shen Yi turned the abacus bead at his fingertips, and with a slight force on his fingers, the abacus beads cracked, the sawdust fell, and there was a small wax pill inside.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he pinched the outer wax shell, which cracked into countless pieces and fell to the table.

What remained in Shen Yi's hands was only a small ball of parchment tissue paper.

He carefully spread out this piece of parchment tissue paper on the table, and saw that the small characters on it were densely packed, recording a lot of names, which was exactly the list of officials and gentry of the Great Song Dynasty who had tried their best to get it.

Shen Yi folded the list and carefully hid it in his arms, unable to say how relaxed and happy he was, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "The task is complete, we can go back to Beijing." ”

Liu Qingyun was also happy for him, and said: "Great, such a place where birds don't lay eggs, the third master can stay enough, it's better to leave and leave today." ”

Hua Susu was also very excited, but what he thought in his heart was: "When Brother Shen returns to Qingtian Mansion to explain his official business, how can he think of a way to let the third brother persuade him to go back to Lihuazhuang to play for a few days." As for whether she only wanted to find Shen Yi to come to her house as a guest, or whether she had another idea of a more secret daughter's house, even she couldn't see through it, couldn't think of it, and didn't know.

Ah Yue, who was standing on the side, said softly: "You can't leave now." ”

Liu Qingyun and Hua Susu turned back at the same time and asked, "Why can't you leave?"

Shen Yi also looked at her with his eyes, and seemed to be asking why he couldn't go.

Ah Yue originally had a special expression on her face, but as soon as she saw Shen Yi's eyes, panic immediately flashed in her eyes, as if the grandiose reason she wanted to say suddenly became a little less upright.

Hua Susu saw that she became cramped and uneasy in the blink of an eye, and her heart moved, and she immediately turned her head to look at Shen Yi.

Seeing that Shen Yi's eyes were still clear and there was no trace of distraction, Hua Susu unconsciously secretly patted his chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After sighing, she didn't understand why her heart was beating so fast just now, and why she was going to check Shen Yi's expression?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and when she thought about it, she really couldn't figure out her own mind anymore.

Liu Qingyun waited for a while, and when he saw Ah Yue say a word, he didn't say any more, became impatient, and asked, "Ah Yue, why do you say we can't leave?"

Ah Yue glanced at Shen Yi, tried her best to restrain her mind, and said: "In these two days, there will be a bigger sandstorm coming, you better wait for the sandstorm to pass before leaving, I ......" She glanced at Shen Yi again, and said: "I haven't decided whether to lead the Moonlight Clan back to the Central Plains, if I really want to go back, I ...... I hope I can ...... with you You go back to the Central Plains together, and it's good to have a ......companion along the way," she said, and then she was speechless, completely losing the dignity and sacredness of being a high priest.

Hua Susu bit her lip tightly and didn't speak.

"It's a sandstorm again, this ghost place, can there be anything other good besides a sandstorm?" Liu Qingyun hugged his head and groaned in pain.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Ah Yue, and then at Shen Yi, smiled weirdly, and said, "Ah Yue, is there really a sandstorm here?" Or do you want to keep someone here?"

Listening to Liu Qingyun's words, Ou Jingtian unconsciously smiled.

Hua Susu could only bite her lower lip harder, eager to bite and bleed.

Shen Yi glared at Liu Qingyun and glared back at the weird smile on his face.

Ah Yue's face turned normal, and said: "It's not a secret, you also know, I didn't predict the big sandstorm in the past two days, but fortunately, Shopkeeper Wu...... My dad ...... Reminder, I'm afraid that this time the sandstorm will be more powerful than before. I'm going to do my best to help the town of Qiongta through this. It is impossible to estimate the time of the sandstorm, and it is impossible to know the extent of the sandstorm, so all I can do so now is to send someone to inform all the surrounding towns, including the town of Jonta, and warn the residents not to leave the town and enter the desert for these two days, no matter what...... Of course, if you insist on leaving, I won't stop you. ”

When she mentioned Wu San, her eyes turned red, and she looked sad when she said it.

Liu Qingyun stretched out his hand and scratched his head, stopped talking, but looked at Shen Yi.

Shen Yiwei groaned and said, "What Miss Ah Yue said is reasonable, we will stay for a few more days, first, to avoid encountering sandstorms on the road, and second, to assist the Moonlight Clan in defending against sandstorms." ”

Ah Yue looked at Shen Yi, and her expression changed, as if she was relieved and sad.

She was distraught at this time, and kept Shen Yi and the others for a while, but what happened after the sandstorm? Will she follow Shen Yi back to the Central Plains, or do she have other plans? She herself couldn't make up her mind, and she didn't know where to go.

If you think of the Central Plains Jiangnan, it must be picturesque and the characters are romantic, and it is by no means as desolate and cruel as this desert. But what relatives does she have in Jiangnan? It is just a very strange and illusory distant place for her.

And this desert is where she was born and raised. Her people have already married and had children here, and they have taken deep roots. The local residents even treated the Moonlight Clan as a god, relying entirely on the Moonlight Clan's ability to view the sky to avoid the annual sandstorm, and also relying on the Moonlight Clan to help build water conservancy and cure diseases......

Although the long yellow sand of the desert is barren and lonely, there are feelings that she can't let go.

At midnight, Ah Yue led a few of his clan's cronies to carry Wu San's body outside the town to prepare for the funeral.

Shen Yi was alone, silently following behind the people of the Moonlight Clan, and came to the outside of the town together.

Wu San, in his heart, is really a complicated person who can't tell good and evil. Wu San was persistent all his life, and finally sacrificed his own life and the lives of others, but did everything he did really have an effect?

Many people cling to a single thought all their lives, but what do they get in the end? Even he, Shen Yi, is not the case? He can be misunderstood, hated, and abused for the sake of his beliefs, but at the same time he is loved and appreciated...... He can not care about other people's opinions, whether he hates or praises, he can put it behind him, the most important thing is to be worthy of his own heart, he just wants to do what he thinks he should do. But for this so-called thing to do, he often has to introspect, tremble, and fear that he will go down the wrong path with a single thought.

The desert was dark, and there was no end in sight.

Wu San's body burned, and the flames gradually weakened.

Ah Yue had sent all her people back, and knelt alone in front of the fire, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, lowered her head, and whispered the sacrifice.

Her mood was not as calm as it seemed on the surface. Wu San did not hesitate to betray the clan and abandon his family for the sake of the future that he believed in the Moonlight Clan, and finally died under the knife of his own son, for what? After his death, he could not be included in the clan, let alone return to the so-called Jiangnan hometown that he had never been to. When a person dies, everything is over, whether it is with a humble selfishness or with a grand ambition, whether it is an ordinary mortal or a great hero, once he dies, he becomes the same, only a handful of yellow sand buried in the bones.

Ah Yue's heart was full of sadness, and she recited the sacrifice words with her heart. She had never been so sad as she was now, nor was her heart so full of compassion and sadness.

Shen Yi stood behind her from a distance, watching her snow-white robe blown by the wind and soaked in the night. In his heart, there is also the sorrow of the vastness of heaven and earth and the insignificance of individuals, but at the same time, there is an indescribable pride stirring in his chest.

In the vast world, his figure is so lonely, but so strong.