Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

After the drought ended, Xie Yuan wrote several more articles and was brought back to the court by the disaster relief team. The articles recorded his trip to Cangzhou and tactfully praised the prince. The young man was talented and the articles were beautifully written, which satisfied the prince very much.

The prince agreed to let him leave the team and take his aunt back to his hometown, and gave him a group of elite soldiers to escort him all the way.

The original owner's hometown is in a mountain village on the border of Kangping County. After the drought, the mountain village is no longer peaceful and beautiful in memory.

The carriage couldn't get in, so it had to stop at the foot of the mountain, and the rest of the way had to be walked.

Xie Yuan brought water and food and took Ji Yan into the mountain alone without any guards.

It had just rained and the mountain road was rugged. Ji Yan held up her skirt the whole time, but the hem of her skirt was still splashed with mud, and her soft-soled embroidered shoes were also covered in a layer of mud.

There were many fallen branches on the road. Xie Yuan walked in front to clear the way. The boy's black hair was tied up high and his shoulders were broad. Ji Yan couldn't help but take a second look. In her memory, the villain was still a malnourished, beautiful and fragile boy. Lang, seems to have really grown up now, his thin shoulders can already hold up half the sky.

During this time in Cangzhou, almost no one did not know Xie Yuan. Even if they did not know Xie Yuan, they must know the poems he wrote. His words also contain power and bring people hope.

There was a finger-long black lace hanging down from the young man's waist, embroidered with dark flowers with very light lines. Ji Yan lifted up a piece of it with her fingers, and rubbed the raised dark lines with her fingertips. She held it gently, and there was no trace of it. Release again.

Xie Yuan didn't seem to notice until a fallen dead tree in front blocked his way, and he suddenly stopped. Ji Yan looked down at the road without realizing it, and her forehead hit his back unexpectedly.

Xie Yuan was slightly startled. When he turned around, he felt his waist tighten again. He looked down and saw his aunt holding his belt in her hand. She raised her other hand to rub the bumped forehead.

Ji Yan also noticed his gaze. The young man lowered his eyelashes, his pupils were dark and clear, his eyes fell on her hands, and his lips pursed imperceptibly.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear. Ji Yan couldn't help but curl her fingertips, blinking guiltily and saying, "You're walking too fast, I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Xie Yuan raised his eyes, a pair of extremely dark eyes filled with innocence, and the corners of his red lips also seemed to curl up slightly, and said: "I didn't think carefully, my aunt holds it here." .”

After he finished speaking, he handed the soft sleeve to her palm and motioned for her to take it.

Ji Yan lowered her head and took a look before holding her hand politely.

When he continued on his way, Xie Yuan also slowed down his pace.

The tree in front of her couldn't be moved, so she had to step over it. Ji Yan lifted up her skirt and stepped over it in one go. Then she let go of her skirt and turned to hold Xie Yuan's sleeves.

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Ji Yan found the original owner's past residence based on her memory, but when she saw the house in front of her that looked like it had been ransacked and dilapidated, her eyes widened.

She let go of Xie Yuan's sleeves and walked quickly into the house.

The house had also been damaged by external forces. The roof was lifted, and the sky light filtered in. It was damp and muddy inside. The wooden furniture was soaked in rain and gave off a strong smell of rotten wood.

Xie Yuan walked in shortly after. He turned his head and stared at his aunt's slightly pale face. She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, but her trembling eyelashes were like butterfly wings vibrating in the drizzle. She was very beautiful. But at the same time, it is also weak and seems to be broken at any time.

Ji Yan didn't speak, Xie Yuan stayed by her side and didn't make a sound.

Until there were footsteps in the yard, a clear voice sounded from behind: "Yan Niang?"

Before Ji Yan could react, Xie Yuan turned around first.

The visitor was a handsome scholar dressed in white, with an expression of surprise that could not be concealed.

Song Zhang also saw the young man next to Ji Yan. The young man had fair skin and red lips, and a somewhat gorgeous face. His beautiful dark eyes were staring straight at him. For no reason, Song Zhang felt a chill on the back of his neck that climbed to the top of his head. , he paused and spoke again: "But Yan Niang?"

Ji Yan also turned around, and when she saw Song Zhang, memories related to him also emerged.

She was stunned and said in a somewhat obscure voice: "Brother Song?"

Song Zhang smiled, and the smile on his lips was as warm as in his memory: "Well, I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you wouldn't come back."

Ji Yan pursed her lips and said, "It's a long story."

After not seeing each other for many years, the two reminisced about the past and exchanged words with each other. Xie Yuan was completely left out.

The young man lowered his head and stared at the muddy and wet ground, his eyes as dark as unfathomable whirlpools.

Until Song Zhang tentatively asked: "Yan Niang, who is this young master?"

Ji Yan hesitated for a moment, then slightly curved her lips and said, "This is my cousin, Xie Yuan."

Song Zhang had no doubts and bowed his hands: "It turns out he is my cousin. Nice to meet you."

Xie Yuan was silent.

Ji Yan couldn't help but pull down his sleeve, Xie Yuan looked towards her, his eyes were filled with ink, but she didn't see it at all. Instead, she looked at the scholar with a smile and said to him: "Xie Yuan, this is Song Zhang , you can call him Brother Song."

Xie Yuan did not call anyone, and Song Zhang was not annoyed. He just smiled gently and said, "It's okay, Yan Niang, you and your cousin come to my home to sit down. During your absence, a lot of things happened in your home. Let me sit down and talk to you in detail."

Ji Yan nodded: "I'll trouble you, Brother Song."

"No trouble."

After that, Song Zhang led the way. Ji Yan grabbed Xie Yuan's sleeve and followed him with her.

Unintentionally catching a glimpse of the boy's pursed lips, she was stunned for a moment and asked in a volume that could only be heard by him: "Are you unhappy?"

Xie Yuan was full of unfounded resentment and grievances, but once he met her eyes, they all became mute. His voice was slightly hoarse: "No."

"Oh." Ji Yan didn't think much and took Xie Yuan to Song Zhang's house.

Song Zhang poured hot water for them and then sat down. He said that he wanted to tell Ji Yan everything about his family, but after sitting down, he first reminisced with her about the past, recalling the fun things they had done together when they were young, as if they had endless things to talk about. , a rotten scholar, but he was able to have a good conversation with her.

Xie Yuan is like an outsider, no, he is an outsider.

Song Zhang continued to recall, but Xie Yuan suddenly stood up.

The aunt beside him looked up at him, her soft eyes concerned: "What's wrong?"

The young man pursed his lips, suppressed his emotions, and tried to keep his voice as low as possible: "I'm going out to get some air."

Xie Yuan left unhappily. Song Zhang didn't know him well and didn't think there was anything wrong. Ji Yan was silent for a long time, but a guess vaguely appeared in her heart, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

It wasn't until Song Zhang raised his hand and waved twice in front of her eyes that she reacted and continued: "Brother Song, please tell me about my father and brother first. Why is my family like that now?"

When Song Zhang heard this, the smile on his lips froze slightly, and he nodded to her: "Okay."