Chapter 972 : Extra Story: The End of the World 02
The northern border town of Beiming Kingdom and the surrounding small countries often have wind and sand, sparsely populated, with only a few nomadic peoples.
On the barren grassland, one person and one horse gradually moved north, without people or tall trees, only sparse weeds growing tenaciously.
Suddenly, there was a darkness in the distance, and the dry cold wind blew, wrapped in sand and dust.
Lin Meng tightened her scarf. Seeing that it was getting late, a storm might come, so she hurriedly found a place to spend the night.
"Horse, walk two steps faster." Lin Meng pulled the reins and pulled them hard. The horse was tired.[
After walking for half an hour, I finally saw a small wooden house on the side of the hillside.
"Is there anyone?" Lin Meng knocked on the door.
After a while, a light sound came from the room, and the sound of taking off the shunmenmu was creaking. The door opened. It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old book boy.
Shutong looked at the person and then asked into the room: "Young master, it's a woman and a horse."
"Jingyang, the wind and sand may come tonight, please invite her in to stay away for one night." It was a gentle and indifferent voice, extremely pleasant, as if the drizzle moistened the object, and even the dry climate was alleviated.
"Girl, come in quickly and bring your horse in and tie it to the door." Jing Yang waved and asked the people outside the door to come in.
"Thank you." Lin Meng nodded as a polite.
There was a brazier in the middle of the ground, boiling water, and a man sat next to him. He saw his silhouette, wearing a light blue robe, with ink hair like a waterfall, tied up with cloth strips and spread behind him. Looking at his outfit, it should be
People from Beiming Kingdom.
"Young Master, will the wind and sand bury this wooden house?" Jing Yang was a little worried.
"Maybe." He looked up, looked out the window, and smiled.
It was just as he looked up that he could see clearly. He was so gorgeous, quiet and calm, with an intimidating cold and arrogant spirit that could not be hidden. He was beyond the world and quiet, as quiet as water, not ostentatious, but it was impossible to ignore it.
His temperament even overshadows his appearance, thus making people ignore his appearance.
Lin Meng was surprised for a moment. Unexpectedly, in this deserted wasteland, he did not meet herders, but instead met an extraordinary person.
"Young master, you can still laugh. What should I do if I am buried?" Jing Yang had a bitter face.
Lin Meng sat cross-legged in the corner of the house, and then explained: "This wind and sand are not too heavy, so it's not enough to bury the house."
Hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at her. She was wearing a gauze scarf and only saw her eyes. They were a pair of quiet eyes, calm like water, calm and calm, as if reflecting all things in the world, and as if hiding in the floating world.
Wind and frost.
"Miss, it will be cold at night, come here to sit down." Jing Yang smiled at her and said.
Lin Meng was about to refuse, but another voice floated out.
"If the girl doesn't dislike you, come here to keep warm." The man said indifferently, adding some firewood to the brazier.
"So, thank you two." Lin Meng smiled. The other party said this. If she rudes it, she would be disgusted.
"Girl, from your tone, aren't you from here? Why are you wearing a nomadic suit?" Jing Yang looked at her and asked with a smile.
"As for the local customs." Lin Meng smiled, took off her scarf, and sat cross-legged.
"Girl, where are you from?" Jing Yang asked again, seeing that she was very pretty and not like an ordinary lady, but very generous, and should be a woman from the world.
"No one can say that people are from all over the world." Lin Meng said.
"Miss, do you have no relatives?" Jing Yang asked again in surprise.
"Yes." Lin Meng smiled and touched the sword around her waist. This sword has been with her for six years and is her relative.
"Uh, that girl, where are your relatives?" Jing Yang was confused. If she had relatives, how could she be home for the whole world?
"Jingyang, the water has boiled." The man interrupted Jingyang's chattering.
Jing Yang grinned, then wiped the bowl clean and asked, "Girl, do you want to drink water?"
"Thank you, no need, I have water." Lin Meng smiled politely.
Jing Yang stopped talking, poured a bowl of water for his son, and then took out the steamed buns and baked them.
It was already dark and wind blew outside. Jingyang went to block the doors and windows. After a while, only the whistling sound of wind and sand was left.
"My name is Jingyang, girl, what's your name?" Jingyang saw that the atmosphere was a little dull, so he started talking again.
"My surname is Lin." Lin Meng hesitated for a moment and replied.
Seeing that she didn't want to say much, Jingyang changed the subject: "Girl, you came to the wasteland alone, where are you going?"
"Walking around, there is no point in going."
"My young master and I are also walking around. Over the past few years, we have been to many places..." Jing Yang said in endlessly.
"Jingyang." The man said indifferently.
Jing Yang curled his lips and stopped talking. The young master was not fond of talking, which made him unable to speak frequently.
There was only the burning sound of firewood and speechlessness in the room.
Jingyang was a little sleepy, and he laid out the hay and was ready to go to bed: "Young master, Miss Lin, you guys should rest early."
Lin Meng nodded and leaned against the wall to rest, but she didn't mean to sleep.[
The man suddenly looked at her and said indifferently: "Miss Lin, my surname is Rong."
Lin Meng was a little surprised. Seeing that this person is definitely not an ordinary person, such a person would never tell others his name easily. What does he mean by telling her? Let her let her down?
When Jing Yang heard this, he was completely sleepy and looked at his young master in surprise. The young master took the initiative to tell a stranger his name? Miracle, strange news.
"Miss Lin, let's take a break soon," the man said indifferently, then got up and sat down on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall to rest.
"Young Master Rong, good night." Lin Meng smiled. What a strange person. He walked so far to make her put down her vigilance?
"Good night." The man looked at her, smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes and rested.
Jing Yang was so shocked that his eyes were almost falling off. When did the young master become so enthusiastic? He would even say good night to a stranger?
The wind and sand outside the house became more and more violent, but fortunately the house was strong enough and not affected.
Until the next morning, the wind and sand stopped, and the morning light hit the door and sprinkled in through the cracks in the door.
Jing Yang woke up and stretched his waist. Seeing that his young master was on the side, Lin Meng was preparing to leave.
"Miss Lin, are you leaving?" Jing Yang hurriedly asked.
"Yes, thank you for taking in it." Lin Meng nodded and opened the door. There was thick sand and dust piled up outside the door.
"Haha, no need to thank you. This room is not ours, we are also staying together." Jing Yang smiled silly.
"Goodbye." Lin Meng smiled, then led the horse and went out.
"Jingyang, let's go too." After saying that, the man also went out.
"Ah? Young Master, wait for me." Jing Yang was in a hurry and quickly packed his luggage.
The sun was shining brightly, and there was a layer of wind and sand outside, and only a few tenacious grass was exposed.
Lin Meng looked at him and smiled and said, "Go farewell first."
He looked into her eyes and asked slowly, "Miss Lin, where are you going?"
Lin Meng was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't go anywhere." After saying that, he led the horse and headed north.
He was stunned and looked at her gradually moving away, and he felt a little at a loss.
"Young Master, she has clearly left, why did she say she didn't go anywhere?" Jing Yang leaned against the door, scratched his head, and asked in confusion.
He laughed, and the world was in his heart. He was in the same place wherever he went, without any thoughts in his heart, and he was in the same place wherever he went. So is she the former or the latter? Perhaps both are they.
He always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't explain what it was. He had been searching for it for many years, and it was not until last night that he suddenly realized that it was the eyes hidden in the wind and frost of the world.
"Young Master, where are we going?" Jing Yang asked.
"Go north," he said, and then followed the footprints on the ground.
"Ah? We just came from the north, why did we turn back?" Jing Yang was puzzled, and the young master's thoughts became more and more difficult to guess.