"Here you go, there's nothing left to eat at home, this is the only thing left!"
Qian Duoduo took the sweet potato, which was already densely covered with blue spots. It seemed that it had been stored for a long time and had deteriorated.
"What's your name?" Qian Duoduo took out two steamed buns from the package and handed them to him.
The child immediately laughed when he saw the steamed bun, took it and took a big bite: "My name is Wang Wenqing!"
Sima Xuanyuan wandered around the house for a long time, sitting aside and looking at the children, and asked with a suspicious face: "Your village is in the desert, and there are no buildings around it. Where were your parents taken to work?"
The child swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and pointed to the left: "That's over there. I looked at the reflection of a group of officers and soldiers taking them there. I only knew that they were going to build a mausoleum. I didn't say anything else!"
Mausoleum? Sima Xuanyuan stood up with a whoosh, turned to look at Qian Duoduo, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I understand, those who want to build the mausoleum will be buried with them. It is normal that they cannot come back, but why?
We want to kill everyone in the city, and it was a month ago. If we wanted to silence them, we would have silenced them long ago, so there is no need to wait until this time!"
Hearing what Sima Xuanyuan said, Qian Duoduo also felt strange, but she was happy to know that the tomb of King Lanling was indeed here, so at least they were not looking in the wrong direction.
"Hey, Wenqing, do you know where the tomb is?" Qian Duoduo lowered his head and asked him. The child was only eating the steamed buns and was not listening to her at all. She eagerly grabbed the steamed buns and stretched out her hand.
Holding his ear: "Hey, let me ask you, do you know where the tomb is?"
"Ouch! It hurts!" The child rubbed his sore ears and reached out to grab the steamed buns. His head was like a rattle: "I don't know, I don't know, give me the steamed buns!"
"Tch! He's a foodie again! Eat, eat!" Qian Duoduo handed him the steamed buns, turned to look at Sima Xuanyuan, and shrugged: "What should I do?"
Sima Xuanyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about this? As long as you know the general direction, are you afraid that you won't be able to find it?"
Early morning
A night's sandstorm blew sand everywhere in the houses and streets. The two opened the door, packed up, and were ready to hit the road. Qian Duoduo walked to the village entrance while leading the camel, and turned around to find the child following behind them.
His big eyes flickered as he looked at himself.
"What should I do?" Qian Duoduo turned to look at Sima Xuanyuan, feeling very unbearable. There was no one in the whole village. If they didn't care about his flowers, he would starve to death here alone sooner or later!
The two of them walked a few steps without saying a word. When the child saw this, he followed suit. Qian Duoduo turned around and sighed, looking at Sima Xuanyuan with pitiful eyes: "Hey, Brokeback Mountain, let's take him away!"
Sima Xuanyuan turned around and glanced at the child, ignoring him: "No, we still have things to do, how can we take him with us!"
"But if we don't take him away, he will die sooner or later! Besides, he has no relatives, how pitiful!" Qian Duoduo couldn't help but think of his own life experience, and tears rolled in his eyes.
"No, it's no! If he dies, it's his life and it has nothing to do with us!" Sima Xuanyuan replied coldly to Qian Duoduo and continued walking forward.