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He stumbled away from the river and ran towards home.This night is simply too crazy, he needs to calm down.

Is He Jingshuo crazy?Why do you want to kiss him? What is the purpose of his coming here?In this way, isn't there no silver 300 taels here?

Wei Junxing was annoyed, angry and angry, full of doubts, but also in a state of confusion, he just wanted to close the door, cover the quilt and have a good sleep, but as soon as he opened the door of his own house, he met him with a pale face Gong Nianwei.

Gong Nianwei saw that Wei Junxing was covered in muddy water in a panic, and felt anxious, grabbed Wei Junxing, and asked vehemently,

"Where is He Jingshuo? Aren't you together?"

When Wei Junxing thought of the way He Jingshuo closed his eyes and kissed him just now, he felt agitated for a while,

"do not know."

He shook off Gong Nianwei and wanted to enter the house.

Zhuo Hui was bending over to press water at the well in the yard, when he saw Wei Junxing was covered in muddy water, he was burrowing into the house without thinking, so he called him to stop,

"Ah Xing, you and He Jingshuo haven't returned all night, where did you go? Did you encounter any danger?"

Wei Junxing plunged into the room with a look of grief and indignation, his life's wisdom was really ruined by He Jingshuo's hands.

He couldn't tell what he was going to do when he came back. He wanted to change clothes, but found that he didn't have any clothes to change. As long as he changed his mind, he could change into a different set of clothes on his body, but he didn't have time to change. He appeared in front of Gong Nianwei and Zhuohui in embarrassment.

Wei Junxing felt that his brain was completely eaten by dogs, and He Jingshuo simply wanted to use him, and had no intention of telling him the truth.

After a while, Zhuohui entered the house with a basin of freshly pressed cool well water, threw a towel to Wei Junxing,

"Hurry up and wash, look at the mud all over your face."

Just about to go out, Zhuo Hun turned his face away, saw the wound on Wei Junxing's face again, and said worriedly,

"Are you hurt? What happened last night?"

Wei Junxing took the towel, wiped his face with little interest, and then changed himself into a sky blue short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of big black pants, but no matter how much he tried to forget the scene just now, the more he Remember better.

"It's nothing, just scratched the skin. Didn't anything happen to you last night?"

Zhuo Hun shook his head.

"As soon as I came back and entered the room, I saw Gong Nianwei woke up. We slept peacefully all night and nothing happened."

After Wei Junxing wiped his face, he handed back the towel to Zhuohui,

"That's good."

In other words, the battle with Hedgehog Fairy was not an exam question for Zhang Heguang, but their unlucky encounter.

After such a fight, he was a little excited at first, but when he thought of He Jingshuo's expression of enjoyment just now, he felt uncomfortable.

He remembered He Jingshuo's face, and the cedar-like smell between He Jingshuo's lips and teeth. It turned out that it was not perfume, but the smell that came with him, even between his lips and teeth.

Isn't it strange that he likes to smoke, but he can't smell the smoke?

Wei Junxing was originally asking Zhuo Hui a question, but he thought of He Jingshuo unconsciously. He shook his head fiercely, trying to drive these strange thoughts out of his head.

Zhuo Hun looked at Wei Junxing in a daze for a while, and shook his head for a while, full of suspicion, not knowing what happened.

Wei Junxing grabbed his hair and looked in the mirror. After washing his face, he looked much better. He wiped the wound on his temple with alcohol, and ran out of the house again under Zhuo Hun's infinitely retaining eyes .

When Wei Junxing saw the countless fluorescent lights rising from the bean field last night, he was still glad that he was back here again, and how lucky he was to relive his childhood, but he didn't expect it, it just passed one night , and his mood was brought to the bottom by He Jingshuo.

At this moment, he just wanted to find a way out as soon as possible and leave this ghost place.

He walked around the village, and the layout of the village was exactly the same as he remembered, without any change.

The moss-covered old well covered with blue stones, the sparkling pond quietly shining in the sun, and the noisy cicadas and frogs, everything is like the hometown of that ten-year-old summer, hijacked in time In the torrent, nothing has changed.

What about those people in their hometown?Wei Junxing sat under the saponins tree by the old well, fanning himself in a daze, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Where did Zhang Heguang live?

No, he had to think about it carefully. If he wanted to go out, he had to find Zhang Heguang's residence.

Wei Junxing reached out and grabbed a pen from the air. He turned over the fan and began to draw a map of the village on the back of the fan. He wanted to draw the entire village on the fan and study it carefully.

The chirping of cicadas, the croaking of frogs, the ripples in the pond under the sun, the wells in his hometown, these are the scenes that have appeared in his dreams many times.

However, when he was really in front of him at this time, he felt that every place was like a trap, and he didn't know what monster was hiding inside, waiting for him.

What he wants to go back to is that lively village, not the current one.

He likes the village where everyone comes back from the fields in the evening, busy digging feed for their livestock in the pond, steaming wisps of smoke from the stove, and calling the children running around outside to go home for dinner. , not such a dead and silent hometown now.

While painting, Wei Junxing's nose was sore, his eyes were hot, and tears fell on the fan. He was homesick, wanted to go back to his parents, and didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Jun Xing!"

He Jingshuo's clear voice suddenly rang in his ears, Wei Junxing put away the folding fan with a snap and put it in his trouser pocket, he raised his hand to wipe away the teardrops from his wink, and squinted at He Jingshuo.

He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing looked at each other from a distance across the old well.

He saw that Wei Junxing's eyes were red, his body tensed up suddenly, as if he was about to turn around and rush at him, with a helpless expression on his face,

"No, I'm not here to fight, I'm here to make peace."

Wei Junxing wanted to rush forward to fight him again, but he was really weak. Moreover, he didn't want to fight among himself at such a juncture. After all, Zhang Heguang was secretly observing their actions somewhere.

"What do you have to say?"

Wei Junxing didn't want to look at He Jingshuo's face, but raised his eyes to a certain part of the saponin tree, where a spider was carefully busy trying to spin a web. Although there was no wind, the distance between the two leaves The gap is too big, it runs around, + never succeeds in making a net, just in vain.

Seeing that Wei Junxing didn't rush over, He Jingshuo didn't dare to get too close to Wei Junxing, so he sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside the old well, his whole body exposed to the sun.