The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

Compared with Xiji's uneasiness, Ye Lin saw that the group of people did not respond, and his eyes passed over them lightly, resting his chin on Xiji's shoulder, driving the horse towards the horse with a blank expression. Go in the direction they indicated.

A few minutes later, they came to the place where the villagers fetched water. They watched the villagers stepping over the river bed that was not yet dry. When it was almost done, he lifted it out of the water and returned to the road again.

Xiji and Yelin were sitting together on tall steeds, and they could clearly see that the people below were as dense as moving ants, going round and round, never stopping.

Xiji even saw a 7 or 8-year-old child who fell down there and buried his whole face in the mud, but the people around him continued to do their own things as if they couldn't see it.

Seeing the child buried in the mud for a long time without moving, Xiji began to feel a little anxious. Just when he was about to call the guards to help, he saw the child raised his head and pulled his face out of the mud.

Stretching out his hand to wipe his dirty face, he climbed up firmly, picked up the small basin that was thrown out just now, and walked unsteadily towards the river where the water was fetched.

Seeing the child's movements, Xiji withdrew his outstretched hand and looked at those people silently.

The sun was not very strong, but even Xiji, who was wearing a gauze hat, was getting a little hot from the sun, not to mention the thinly dressed, tanned and thin villagers below.

Xiji watched helplessly as bean-sized beads of sweat emerged from their foreheads, dripping drop by drop on the dry land, blending into the cracked land.

Seeing them tirelessly carrying water, Xiji even had the illusion that what these villagers used to irrigate their fields was not the water from the river, but the sweat from their bodies.

Suddenly, a woman's footsteps were a little unsteady, and she fell straight to the ground, spilling a bucket full of water on the ground.

Originally, Xiji thought that this woman just fell down because she didn't stand firmly like the child just now, so she didn't panic and waited for her to stand up again.It's just that he guessed wrong this time, the woman didn't stand up again as he imagined, but lay on the ground motionless until someone noticed something was wrong.

The first person who noticed something was wrong pushed the woman, then turned her over, looked at her face, as if he had discovered something, he called out to the surroundings loudly.Hearing her call, people around them surrounded them, and soon burst into low cries.

Xiji and the others were not far away, and he could even hear their words. Those who seemed to be relatives of the woman shouted, "Everyone Xu is gone."

After coming here for so long, the dead people Xiji has seen were all directly hacked to death, and those people died so tragically and bloodily.At this time, looking at the woman in front of her who fell and couldn't get up again, and had no possibility of getting up, she couldn't recover for a while.

Ye Lin glanced at the fallen woman, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, then lowered his head and glanced at the little brother in his arms, raised the reins, and led his men back.

Before leaving, Xiji looked at the crying people around the woman who fell on the ground, and then at the silent people beside them carrying water, and imprinted this grotesque picture in his heart.

When they came, Xiji and Yelin sat in the carriage for a while, and when they returned, all the people were riding horses, so the speed of the group was very fast, and they returned to the place where they live now before it was dark. hotel.

Because of what I saw today, Xiji didn't have much appetite tonight, and after a few mouthfuls of food, he couldn't eat any more.

Compared to Xiji's melancholy, Ye Lin was not affected at all, how much he should eat on weekdays, and how much he should eat today, even faintly, he ate more than yesterday.

Xiji sat there tangled for a long while, but finally couldn't bear the torment in his heart, and frequently raised his head to look at Ye Lin, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't make any sound.

After Xiji gave himself a half-day of psychological training, Ye Lin finally finished his portion of food, and was drinking tea gracefully at this time.

After admiring the struggle on Xiji's face for a long time, Ye Lin touched the edge of the teacup and said softly, "What do you want to say?"

"Ah?" Xiji didn't react at first, and then recalled Ye Lin's question again, and immediately realized that he was asking himself. After struggling for two seconds, he still asked cautiously, "Wang Can you promise me one thing?"

Hearing his words, Ye Lin raised his head and glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and said lightly: "No."

Xiji didn't expect Ye Lin to answer him like this, he was stunned for a moment, and asked directly what was on his mind, "Why?"

Hearing his question, Ye Lin tilted his head, squinted at him, and asked, "Why should I promise you?"

As soon as his words came out, Xiji realized that he had overstepped, and lowered his head, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Ye Lin supported his chin with one hand, looked at the pale chin that was exposed after he lowered his head, exuded an emotion called loss all over his body, stretched out his hand to tangle up a strand of his hair, played with it around his fingertips, and waited. Watch his next reaction.

It was the first time that Xiji was rejected so bluntly by Ye Lin, and he couldn't react at first, but soon returned to normal, thinking of those villagers living in dire straits, he clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind again, He can't just give up like this.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Ye Lin's eyes without any emotion and the hands hooked on his hair. Xiji opened his mouth and asked strangely, "King?"

"Huh?" Ye Lin glanced at him indifferently, as if he felt a little strange about his calling himself.

Seeing his behavior, Xiji didn't say much, and expressed his thoughts in a short period of time, "Wang, can I help the villagers there build a waterwheel?"

Ye Lin looked up at him, then lowered his head again, playing with the strands of hair in his hand, and asked calmly, "What did you use to make it?"

Xiji licked his somewhat dry lips, thought of the popular science he had seen in his previous life, and then estimated his private property, and said with some uncertainty: "I still have private money, I can use them to build."

Hearing what he said, Ye Lin gave a low laugh, as if teasing his innocence, then raised his head to look at Xi Ji who was staring at him inexplicably, "Is your little money really enough? "