Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

"Don't worry, Mo Han can still get married without you!"

This sentence lingered in Tsing Yi's ears like a curse, what exactly did Bai Ling mean by this sentence.Tsing Yi couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to guess.

He was afraid that in the end, his thoughts would tarnish his relationship with Mo Han.But for now, he can only wait, waiting for Mo Han to find him.He also believed that Mo Han would be able to find him.

Her disheveled hair was blown by the slightly cold autumn wind, Tsing Yi shivered involuntarily, and looked up at the gradually desolate Gobi.He didn't know much about the region in this era, but it was still in China's land after all.

Based on what he knew was the branch facing the ancient city, he naturally guessed that this was the way to the Western Regions.The road became more and more bumpy, and the rope tied to his hands had not been untied since he was taken out of the main altar of Tianying Building.

The car suddenly shook violently, and Tsing Yi, who was sitting on the mule cart, swayed and bumped into the top of the mule cart. This kind of mule cart is usually used to pull firewood and dung, and only poor people occasionally use it. As a means of transportation, there is no place to hold it by hand.

Tsing Yi instinctively wanted to use his hands to support his body after being hit so violently just now. Although blood scabs formed on the part where the hemp rope tied to his wrist was worn out, the wound still opened when he exerted force, and the bright red blood It came out instantly.

Seeing the hemp rope on his wrist once again stained red by his own blood, Tsing Yi smiled wryly and shook his head, because he didn't feel the pain.Looking up, as the car was moving forward, a stone popped out of the place where the car was bumping violently just now.

Tsing Yi smiled wryly again, but in his heart he had a lot of admiration for the driver, he could catch up with such a stone, which shows how skilled the other party is in driving, maybe this driver is also Bai Ling's confidant.

Driving on the rugged Gobi in this way, there is no pause, no boldness of the desert, and no noisy voices, only the occasional wailing of wild geese and gusts of wind and sand in the distance.

Just when Tsing Yi thought that the car would continue driving like this, or that he would be knocked off by someone at some sunset or dusk, he finally heard the long-lost noise in his ears.

It was a troupe, and Bai Ling sold him into this troupe.

It's ridiculous, it turned out that after a lot of tossing, he returned to the original point.An actor is an actor after all, even if he sees the warmth and coldness of the world, it is difficult to jump out of it.

Maybe he took a fancy to his appearance, and he was bought by the theater troupe owner with a lot of money before he even said a word.As for why I know it's a lot of money, just look at the boy driving the carriage.

"Okay, I'll accept the money, but don't forget my master's order, you must watch him carefully, don't let him run away, your son and master will be lenient!"

"Then please tell the master that the villain will definitely live up to the trust of the master, and I hope the master will allow the villain to come back every year to see his son..."

A sudden gust of wind blew into Tsing Yi's ears the conversation between the chauffeur boy and the troupe master, although it was just a few words, Tsing Yi already understood.

He raised his eyes to look at the troupe owner who was flattering the driver in a low voice, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic, his flesh and blood were separated, presumably the other party also had resentment towards Bai Ling in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it.

The theatrical troupe seemed to be waiting for his arrival. After the boy and the troupe owner finished negotiating, all the troupe members set off.

This time, Tsing Yi didn't even have to sit in the mule cart, and the rope in his hands still hadn't been untied.Instead, someone tied the other end of the rope to a carriage full of things.

He said it was a troupe, but in fact, if this troupe was compared with the Xinghuayuan troupe he was in before, it was actually a troupe of entertainers, with only a dozen or so people and two carriages in total.

A few actors and troupe masters who might be actors sat in the first carriage, while the rest were not so lucky and had to follow the carriage on foot.

Tsing Yi, who had never been in the water all this time, was alright at first, but within half an hour he couldn't feel his legs and feet, and just instinctively followed behind.

Licking her chapped lips, the scene in front of Tsing Yi's eyes began to blur.On the Gobi on the way to the Western Regions, the sun was still shining brightly even though it was already autumn, ruthlessly taking away all the strength in his body.

"Tsing Yi, drink some water!"

In a trance, Tsing Yi felt a figure approaching him suddenly, and called out his name.Looking at the other party with empty and lifeless eyes, it took a long time to focus on the other party's face and recognize the other party.

Grinning lightly, showing a bloody smile with chapped lips, Tsing Yi said in a hoarse voice: "Gui Yi, long time no see!"

The hoarse voice was completely different from that Tsing Yi who used to be famous in the capital, Gui Yi was stunned, looked at the first carriage in front of him, and moved a little closer to Tsing Yi.

"Your throat is like this, so don't talk anymore, be careful not to hurt your throat again! If there is something to do, we will talk about it at night."

Guiyi turned on the water bottle in his hand, fed Tsing Yi to drink a couple of sips, borrowed some medicine from his companion behind him, and smeared Tsing Yi's cracked lips, and then quietly retreated to the side again, chatting with Tsing Yi distanced.

Although Tsing Yi was puzzled, Gui Yi's "Let's talk at night" just now was enough for him to understand his current situation.However, he didn't understand why Gui Yi was here.

Shouldn't he be in the capital? Where did the Xinghua class go?

Walking without any surface markers is a kind of mental torture, Tsing Yi almost mechanically forced his feet to move forward.

Finally, accompanied by a cool breeze, the sun finally turned orange red.The whole team also stopped.According to a low slope, they will camp here tonight.

At this time, Tsing Yi was finally untied from the hemp rope in his hand, and the blood-stained hemp rope was roughly ripped off from his hand, and all the scabs were cracked again, but Tsing Yi didn't seem to feel it. .

Looking at the two bloody wrists, he said lightly, "Thank you!"

The theater troupe leader didn't seem to like Tsing Yi, and was even full of hostility towards him.That's right, if it wasn't for Tsing Yi, his son would not have been taken away by Bai Ling!

"You change into this set of clothes! From now on, you can just follow them to work! Also, you'd better be honest, if you dare to sneak away, I guarantee that your legs will be decorations in the future!"

The theater troupe master resentfully said a harsh word, threw a set of coarse linen clothes on Tsing Yi's face, turned around and walked towards another bonfire.

"Tsing Yi, how did you become like this? Did the person who took you away treat you badly?"

Seeing that the troupe master didn't treat Tsing Yi well, and there was nothing he couldn't get close to, Guiyi approached Tsing Yi, ready to help him to the campfire where he and several others were.

This is the case everywhere, there is a hierarchy, you are high above, everyone supports you, once you fall into the abyss, everyone is afraid to avoid it.

Therefore, Gui Yi's approach made Tsing Yi feel warm in his heart.

"No, he treats me very well! I'm just hated by the people around him!" Tsing Yi's tone was very light and calm, as if he was not a servant without freedom at all.