A hole seemed to have been torn out of the sky, and raindrops as dense as a waterfall poured down from the crack, pouring down the fire that had been burning for nearly two hours.
After working hard for most of the night, the people of Xiangcheng finally had time to breathe and dragged their exhausted bodies back home to catch up on their sleep.
Before I had slept for long, white light appeared in the eastern sky, and the rain gradually became less intense.
More than twenty bullock carts were parked at the fork in the north of Xiangcheng. A group of men wearing raincoats sat around the bullock carts with solemn expressions.
Shen Qingqing was dozing under the tree while holding an umbrella. There were two groups of thick black and blue under her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Meng Yuan said goodbye to Zhao Ying, turned around, brushed the corners of her eyes with his cool fingers, and said warmly: "Go back, they should be here too."
Shen Qingqing nodded, but did not move. She looked at him steadily and said, "Be careful on the road. I'll wait for you when you come back."
Because she hadn't woken up, her voice was a little sweeter and softer than usual. Meng Yuan felt an itch in his heart and couldn't help but lean over and kiss the corner of her mouth.
"Take care of yourself, don't push for the limelight, don't act rashly, don't get hurt, and don't dare to disobey and come back to serve your family."
Shen Qingqing was amused by his non-deterrent threat, her eyebrows were curved like a crescent moon, "I understand, Master Meng, the students must obey the teachings, not to show off, not to act rashly, and not to get hurt. Can you rest assured this time?"
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"It doesn't seem like I can do it yet." Meng Yuan chuckled, spreading his arms towards her, his eyes full of expectation.
Shen Qingqing understood and threw herself into his arms holding an oil-paper umbrella.
A warm and solid hug.
The man's hot breath flowed in my ears, and then his gentle and lingering voice sounded like rain and mist: "I will miss you, Qingqing."
Shen Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously raised the corners of her lips, "I will miss you too, very much."
"You two!" Ning Youan poked his head out from under the umbrella cloth and urged: "Are you okay? Can you consider those of us who don't have wives?"
It was so early in the morning and I was full just from eating dog food.
"That's right, Leader Meng, what should we do if we also want to have a wife to hug us?" The men who were traveling with him followed suit.
"I'll ask your boss later, can't we just send one to each of you?" Meng Yuan responded loudly.
There was a cry in the team: "What's the matter? Our boss is in his thirties and hasn't found a wife yet. We have to wait until the next life for him to give us a wife?"
"It will work in the next life too, it's better than nothing."
"Can we stop talking so pitifully? I almost want to cry."
A tall, thin young man exaggeratedly wiped his tears and moaned a few times, making everyone laugh.
Shen Qingqing smiled and left his embrace, her free hand waved in the air, "I'm going back, Meng Yuan, take care."
"Take care." Meng Yuan waved his hand and watched quietly as she walked towards the carriage parked on the roadside, looking at the curtain embroidered with floral flowers covering his vivid eyebrows.
It wasn't until the carriage completely disappeared into the gray rain that Meng Yuan reluctantly looked back.
I feel sour and sad, not that much, just a little lost and at a loss as to what to do.
It seemed as if his soul had flown away along with the carriage that was going further and further away.
He was drafted last year and was sent to fight in the South. He had been away for more than half a year, but he had not developed such feelings.
"Hate is not as good as tide and faith. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep." It is true.
Ning Youan patted him on the shoulder, "As a newlywed, it is inevitable to be sad when we break up suddenly. You just get used to it."
Meng Yuan sighed softly, raised his eyes and saw the men riding horses in the distance, with a stern look on his face, "Here we come."
The men beside the bullock cart also noticed the sound of horse hooves in the distance, and started chatting enthusiastically along the topic just now. From time to time bursts of laughter broke out, as if they had integrated into the role of traders.
Ning Youan stepped forward to greet him with a hearty yet respectful smile, but his smile faded after he saw the face of the man in front.
Qi Sheng didn't come, but the guard Qi Yuan came. He had a straight face. When he saw that Ning Youan didn't even say hello, he glanced at him and said angrily: "Call all your people over here."
Ning Youan secretly cursed "a dog that relies on human power" and ran over to call for someone with an umbrella in his hand.
There are a total of twenty people in the caravan. Except for Meng Yuan who is in disguise and Uncle Zhang, an old man who is familiar with the Ning family's shopping business, the others are all Zhao Ying's people. These people were specially selected by Meng Yuan for their appearance and temperament.
They are all very common and cannot be found in a crowd.
Twenty people lined up neatly in two rows, like merchandise displayed on the counter for Qi Yuanjian to choose from.
The journey ahead was smooth until I saw Meng Yuan.
The four eyes faced each other, one eye was calm and the other was quiet and calm.
Clothes can be changed, and the face can be disguised, but those overly bright eyes cannot be hidden, and the innate aura of excellence cannot be changed.
Sure enough, Qi Yuan noticed something special about him, and there was obviously more interest in his eyes, "You are their leader."
"Master Qi has good eyesight." Meng Yuan responded calmly.
Qi Yuan chuckled, turned his eyes, and unpreparedly pulled out his saber and slashed at Meng Yuan.
"F*ck!" Ning Youan screamed and squatted down into the mud pit, splashing black water on his face.
The person involved was unusually calm, tilted his waist to the side, and successfully avoided the blade.
Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows, with even more interest in his eyes, and waved his right arm to strike at the person in front of him again. This time the attack was obviously faster and more severe, causing raindrops to splash around.
Meng Yuan no longer evaded, he used the force of his front feet to leap into the air, turned over and hit Qi Yuan over his head, and at the same time threw out a punch quickly, hitting Qi Yuan's elbow acupuncture point.
"Clang", the saber fell to the ground, splashing countless water splashes.
The man in black got off his horse and tried to capture Meng Yuan, but was stopped by Qi Yuan.
Two thick black figures fought with bare hands, using one move after another. In the end, Meng Yuan fell to the ground and gave up.
Qi Yuan moved his aching elbow, looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Fang Ren." Meng Yuan got up from the ground and wiped off the water stains on his face, still looking calm and calm.
Ning Youan finally came to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to ask for an explanation: "Sir Qi, if you are not satisfied with the people the grassroots are looking for, just change the grassroots to another group. Why bother to draw a sword and a gun?"
Qi Yuan turned around and gave him a neutral look, "There's no need to change, Young Master Ning is very good at choosing people."
After that, he looked sideways at the people in front of him and said, "Get ready and let's go."
Ning You felt relieved, "Master Qi, do you want to go with us?"
Qi Yuan glanced at him again and said nothing, but the mocking look in his eyes said everything.
Ning Youan bit his back teeth, scolding his mother in his heart, and smiling on his face, "If I had known that you would go together, the common people wouldn't have had to spend so much effort to invite Fang Ren to take charge. It's not easy to hire a leader with such a good kung fu."
Qi Yuan's gaze fell on Meng Yuan's eyebrows, and the defensiveness in his eyes finally faded away. This chapter has been completed!