While waiting for Zhang Chaihu to gather the villagers, Ling Wudi walked around the black pig three times and asked the pig, "When did this pig become your mount?"
At this question, Zhuzhu picked his head again. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head dejectedly: "Sister, Zhuzhu can't remember..."
Sure enough...
Ling Wudi looked at the black pig, and when the black pig looked at Ling Wudi's sharp eyes, it turned its head away as if it was afraid.
Such a reaction made Ling Wudi feel even more certain that this black pig... I'm afraid...
"Miss Ling, I've called all the young and old in the village!" At this moment, Zhang Chaihu ran over panting.
Ling Wudi glanced at the black pig lying on the side and his eyes flashed.
"Everyone, my little girl and brother, I entered the village by mistake a few days ago. Now I want to leave, but I can't find the exit. Please give me some advice!" A rare smile appeared on Ling Wudi's cold face.
Such a smile is as bright and eye-catching as the flowers in March and the sunshine in April.
Ever since Wuhan got to know Ling Wudi, he rarely saw her smile. It could be said that she seemed like a cold beauty, which could only make people feel beautiful but not warm.
But just now, Wuhan realized how brilliant the smile was with such a stunning face...
"Ah, this girl is so pretty!"
"Yes, this sister is so beautiful. Is she a fairy from heaven?"
…
Everyone in the crowd focused their attention on Ling Wudi's face, but there was a man who looked like an old man with a serious look on his face: "Girl, our place seems to be a prison with no exit..."
As soon as these words came out, the people around him became silent for a moment.
A middle-aged fat woman was very unhappy: "Old Qitou, are you confused? Why is there no exit? Where did the little guy go to the market a few days ago to get the goods? And the meat is for free.
You?"
The middle-aged woman's words were immediately greeted by many people around her, and some even patted the old man in front of him who spoke and laughed angrily.
"You guys are laughing, okay, then you can tell me where the exit of our village is. Come on, if anyone tells you today, I will recognize him as my father!" The old man blushed and was a little angry.
Ling Wudi felt very uneasy at the moment, and looked at each other with various feelings in his heart.
Both of them knew very well that this was an illusory world, but the person in front of them was so real and a bit sad.
If these people are just a memory or an illusion, then what are their joys, sorrows and joys...their memories...?
The old man's words caused the people around him who were originally scoffing to fall into silence, because they sadly discovered that when they wanted to point out the way and laugh at Lao Qitou, they collectively could not point out that it was clearly yesterday.
Happened, even the exit I walked through yesterday...
"What? You can't tell? I said this is a prison, what kind of meat? Did Xiao Gazi only go to the market once? Xiao Gazi, let me ask you, what did you do yesterday?!" Lao Qitou stood up.
, asked a half-grown young man in the crowd.
"I went to the town market and bought some roe deer meat to share with my blind dates. I also sold buckwheat pillows and embroidered shoe patterns made by my mother..." Xiao Gazi said with certainty.
"Okay, what about the day before yesterday!?" Lao Qitou looked reluctant.
"The day before yesterday...I..."
"Then let me ask you again, what were you doing a year ago? What did you do when you were a child? Do you remember?" Lao Qitou pressed forward step by step. Ling Wudi took advantage of the opportunity while waiting for Zhang Chaihu to gather the villagers, and walked around.
After walking three times with the black pig, he asked the pig again: "When did this pig become your mount?"
At this question, Zhuzhu picked his head again. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head dejectedly: "Sister, Zhuzhu can't remember..."
Sure enough...
Ling Wudi looked at the black pig, and when the black pig looked at Ling Wudi's sharp eyes, it turned its head away as if it was afraid.
Such a reaction made Ling Wudi feel even more certain that this black pig... I'm afraid...
"Miss Ling, I've called all the young and old in the village!" At this moment, Zhang Chaihu ran over panting.
Ling Wudi glanced at the black pig lying on the side and his eyes flashed.
"Everyone, my little girl and brother, I entered the village by mistake a few days ago. Now I want to leave, but I can't find the exit. Please give me some advice!" A rare smile appeared on Ling Wudi's cold face.
Such a smile is as bright and eye-catching as the flowers in March and the sunshine in April.
Ever since Wuhan got to know Ling Wudi, he rarely saw her smile. It could be said that she seemed like a cold beauty, which could only make people feel beautiful but not warm.
But just now, Wuhan realized how brilliant the smile was with such a stunning face...
"Ah, this girl is so pretty!"
"Yes, this sister is so beautiful. Is she a fairy from heaven?"
…
Everyone in the crowd focused their attention on Ling Wudi's face, but there was a man who looked like an old man with a serious look on his face: "Girl, our place seems to be a prison with no exit..."
As soon as these words came out, the people around him became silent for a moment.
A middle-aged fat woman was very unhappy: "Old Qitou, are you confused? Why is there no exit? Where did the little guy go to the market a few days ago to get the goods? And the meat is for free.
You?"
The middle-aged woman's words were immediately greeted by many people around her, and some even patted the old man in front of him who spoke and laughed angrily.
"You guys are laughing, okay, then you can tell me where the exit of our village is. Come on, if anyone tells you today, I will recognize him as my father!" The old man blushed and was a little angry.
Ling Wudi felt very uneasy at the moment, and looked at each other with various feelings in his heart.
Both of them knew very well that this was an illusory world, but the person in front of them was so real and a bit sad.
If these people are just a memory or an illusion, then what are their joys, sorrows and joys...their memories...?
The old man's words caused the people around him who were originally scoffing to fall into silence, because they sadly discovered that when they wanted to point out the way and laugh at Lao Qitou, they collectively could not point out that it was clearly yesterday.
Happened, even the exit I walked through yesterday...
"What? You can't tell? I said this is a prison, what kind of meat? Did Xiao Gazi only go to the market once? Xiao Gazi, let me ask you, what did you do yesterday?!" Lao Qitou stood up.
, asked a half-grown young man in the crowd.
"I went to the town market and bought some roe deer meat to share with my blind dates. I also sold buckwheat pillows and embroidered shoe patterns made by my mother..." Xiao Gazi said with certainty.
"Okay, what about the day before yesterday!?" Lao Qitou looked reluctant.
"The day before yesterday...I..."
"Then let me ask you again, what were you doing a year ago? What did you do when you were a child? Do you remember?" Lao Qi pressed forward step by step.