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Sheng Xingchen and Zhong Xiaowen turned into young male and female cowboys, and finally no one was watching them while walking on the road. Zhong Xiaowen felt much more relaxed, but then he found that his wallet was also much looser.

"We bought five clothes and spent all the money. Will Captain He kill us?" She asked belatedly.

Sheng Xingchen was speechless: "Is it too late for you to realize this now... You were clamoring to buy accessories for them just now!"

"Then I want Jiama and He Dui to dress up better..." Zhong Xiaowen was quite aggrieved.

"The two of them are already very handsome." Sheng Xingchen said with a sullen face, "How else do you want to dress them up? Please, we are fleeing!"

"It's because you are handsome that you need to dress up! You don't have to worry about it!" Zhong Xiaowen was confident, and the nature of Yan Gou was instantly revealed.

Sheng Xingchen felt a pain in his knee, silently gave her a little thumbs up, and turned his face away: "Ah, I'm so busy, I want to drink water."

Zhong Xiaowen turned the purse upside down and shook it, took out the last three coins, and stuffed them all into Sheng Xingchen's palm: "Here, let's go buy water for you! These should be enough."

Sheng Xingchen was not polite to her either. He saw a goods shop on the side of the road and swaggered in. After a long time, he came back empty-handed, holding the three coins in shock and saying, "My God..."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Xiaowen wondered, "Don't they sell water?"

"They sell..." Sheng Xingchen murmured, "They charge sixty coins for a bottle of drinking water."

"Ah????" Zhong Xiaowen turned pale with shock: "Are you kidding, how much did we only pay for five clothes!"

Sheng Xingchen rubbed his face in disbelief: "I don't buy it, I don't buy it, I'd rather drink tap water."

The two wandered around the street for a long time, but they couldn't find a faucet.

"I'm starting to doubt life." Sheng Xingchen said numbly, "Could it be that they are still in the primitive era of fetching water and storing it?"

"There should be rivers or wells for fetching water and storing it!" Zhong Xiaowen said blankly, "I didn't see any of them!"

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Sheng Xingchen's mouth was so parched that he was going manic.

At this time, people on the street suddenly surged up, and every household started to take out clay pots or water tanks as if they had made an appointment, and rushed to the same direction.

Sheng Xingchen was stunned for a moment, standing on tiptoe to look around, he saw that at the end of this long street was a three-way intersection, where stood a tall bronze statue, which was a sturdy statue of a tauren.

"Hey, auntie!" Sheng Xingchen quickly pulled a woman by the side of the road, and said anxiously, "What are you all doing here?"

"Ah, don't pull me!" The woman said in a hurry: "The God of the Bull God only gives water once a day, if you go late, you will have no water for a whole day!"

Sheng Xingchen: "Huh?" He was stunned, but the aunt broke free,

"Is that the sculpture fountain you mentioned?" Zhong Xiaowen pushed him and said, "Aren't you thirsty? Hurry up!"

Sheng Xingchen said "Oh", and returned the three sticks to Zhong Xiaowen: "Go and buy a container to fetch water! We will definitely need water these days!"

"What about you? Did you go there without bringing anything?" Zhong Xiaowen said dumbfounded.

"What do I need to bring! I'm so thirsty now that if you give me a spring, I can stop it with my mouth!" Sheng Xingchen roared excitedly, turned around and rushed into the crowd.

Sheng Xingchen galloped like a wild horse until he rushed in front of the bull head statue, and he was petrified.

The huge statue of the bull head was built brutally and ferociously, the upper body was naked and muscular, and the height of the two legs just reached his neck; a wild and simple cloth scarf was wrapped around his waist, the length just covered the roots of the thighs.And the place where the water comes out is very subtly behind the edge of the cloth towel, drooping slightly, urinating in a touching arc.

People didn't seem to think that there was any problem, and they placed the container at the end of the water stream very devoutly, and put their hands together in worship as they connected.

Sheng Xingchen suddenly wanted to take back the nonsense of "give me a spring and I can block it with my mouth" just now. At this time, he would rather die of thirst than block this thing with his mouth.

Sheng Xingchen and Zhong Xiaowen finally returned to the hostel with a large crock full of water.

He Long had just cleaned up the mess in the room, and Yan Xiao leaned obediently on the head of the bed, seeing that the two of them seemed to have returned from pioneering wasteland, she couldn't help wondering: "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, boil water, boil water, I can't take it anymore." Sheng Xingchen slumped on the ground and yelled, "I can't drink this raw water."

Chang Haiqin said quickly, "I'm going to boil the water."

Zhong Xiaowen said: "This place is probably a water-scarce area. It doesn't matter if there are no rivers, lakes and seas. It doesn't rain. People here rely on the water supply from the cow head statue. They have to grab the water. This amount of water is only enough to drink. It's hard to wash up."

Sheng Xingchen had a shadow on the bull head statue just now, pursed his dry lips and said, "Do you know that there was a god in ancient India called Shiva?"

"I heard about it when I was studying world history, what's wrong?" Chang Hai raised his hand and asked.

"It is said that the Ganges River is formed by Shiva's semen." Sheng Xingchen said, "I think the bull head here is similar to Shiva's."

Zhong Xiaowen's face wrinkled into a ball: "Hey, do you want to be so disgusting!"

"I'm telling the truth, it's not like you haven't seen how we got the water!" Sheng Xingchen described what he saw and heard with embellishment, and commented: "It's a pity that the people here still worship that bull's head as a god. Look, it's on the walls, it's on the coins, it's everywhere, it's like a drug."

"Water is the source of life. If the ox head statue is really the only source of water supply, it is not surprising that such a cultural belief will be formed." Yan Xiao said.

At this time, Chang Hai had boiled the water, found a few empty bowls and poured each of them a cup, Sheng Xingchen drank it all, and said tiredly, "I don't care what his beliefs are, anyway, I'm luei."

Zhong Xiaowen looked at He Taki who was silent all the time, and said softly: "Captain He, what are we going to do next?"

He Taki stared deep in thought, and said for a long time: "Let me think about it again, you all go back to sleep first, the folk customs here are unrestrained, remember to close the doors and windows before going to bed."

Chang Hai also left with Zhong Xiaowen and Sheng Xingchen, and only He Long and Yan Xiao were left in the room. The room fell silent, and Yan Xiao, sitting on the bedside, suddenly became a little nervous.

There is only one bed in the room.

His heart was beating wildly, his back was pressed against the pillow, and he timidly stared at He Taki beside the table.

He knew that He Long and Yan Jinyun were once lovers.

What will the couple do?

In case He Taki asked him to fulfill the obligations that Yan Jinyun needed to fulfill, what would he do?

Can you refuse?But is there any use in refusing?If He Taki really wants to do something...he will definitely not be able to hide.

Yan Xiao had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start, and what's more, it seemed too deliberate and hypocritical, and his flustered breathing was messed up.

He Taki didn't notice his small thoughts, and sat at the table for a while before getting up, took out a spare mattress from the wardrobe that was smashed by the bullet, shook it out, and spread it on the floor.

Yan Xiao was stunned.

"You...do you want to make a floor shop?" He asked tentatively.

"En." He Taki responded briefly, went to the bed and took a pillow, threw it at the end of the mattress, and lay down straight: "Go to bed early, call me if you need anything."

Yan Xiao opened her mouth and was stunned, with mixed feelings in her heart.He raised his hand to turn off the chandelier, and slowly lay down wrapped in a quilt.

In the darkness, the two breathing rhythms intertwined, not very smooth.

Yan Xiao's eyes were wide open, without any sleepiness.

He heard He Taki turn over several times in a row, and he didn't know if he bumped into each other, his breathing was stagnant and cloudy, mixed with a few muffled groans.

Yan Xiao felt very guilty, "You...can't sleep? Otherwise, you can go to bed and sleep."

"No need." The injury on He Taki's shoulder was so painful that he had to lie on his side, taking a deep breath to relax the muscles in his shoulder.

"Then why can't you fall asleep?" Yan Xiao asked.

"I...I was thinking about something." He Taki said.

"Can you tell me?" Yan Xiao couldn't bear it: "Although I... may not be able to help."

The other end was quiet for a while, and He Long said: "It has never rained in this place, and there are no rivers, lakes and seas adjacent to it. Will waterlogging really happen if there is such a shortage of water?"

Yan Xiao pursed her lips. Sure enough, he was stopped by the question. He was not Yan Jinyun, and he couldn't help.

He Taki seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and he was not too surprised, let alone blamed him, but just smiled lightly: "Forget it, pretend I didn't ask, go to bed."

Yan Xiao lowered his eyes, he clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and his heart kept sinking.

After a while, He Taki suddenly said again: "That... I've always wanted to know, can you... communicate with him?"

Yan Xiao was startled suddenly.

He felt that the whole body was soaked in the coolness, as if all the appearance had been stripped off, and the reality was exposed to the light of the sky.

"Who?" He asked tremblingly.

"I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't ask, I should continue to pretend not to know." He Taki turned his back to him, upset by the pain on his shoulder, couldn't help laughing wryly: "I still can't hold back."

Yan Xiao clenched his lower lip, he thought, sure enough...it sure is so, there is no reason for He Long's attitude change these days.

"I don't have any malice towards you, I just feel that... I didn't say something clearly to him, and I'm sorry for him." He Ting said, "Yan Xiao."

Every word of his is so cautious and cautious, which is completely different from his usual strong style.

Yan Xiao's defense wall was breached. Facing such a humble He Long, he suddenly felt that he couldn't hide any longer. His guilt made him reply with difficulty: "Yan Jinyun...hasn't communicated with me for a long time."

He Taki was startled, his voice was astringent: "Then... can you let him come out to see me?"

"He can come out at any time if he wants." Yan Xiao's nose was inexplicably sour: "But if he doesn't communicate with me, I don't know when he will come out, sorry."

He Taki was silent for a long time, and the end of his words trembled a little.

"So he doesn't want to see me, does he?"

Yan Xiao didn't make a sound.

Like a kind of default, it turned into an ice pick and pierced the chest of the affectionate person.

He Taki laughed softly, and the laughter was mixed with desolation and pain: "I never thought that I would be punished like this... Really."

"Don't be like this..." Yan Xiao couldn't bear it, he didn't even know whether to sympathize with He Long or Yan Jinyun: "Wait a little longer, maybe one day he will figure it out and come out."

"What if he never comes out?" He Long asked, "What is that?"

Yan Xiao was stunned for a moment, the question he had never wanted to face was brought up again, and he had to face it bloody.

That was supposed to be a happy event, but it made both of their throats sore and bitter.

"That's probably... considered a recovery."