As an orphan, she has lacked family affection since she was a child. Grandpa Yin treats her as his own child, so this girl Feng'er will naturally treat him as her closest relative.
"Yeah, okay." Lan Shengxue agreed readily.
Feng'er was about to salute, but she stopped him.
Feng'er stood up happily, "Miss Lan, wait for me, I'll go to the kitchen to get the food box."
Every day, every meal, she would leave some food from the kitchen for Grandpa Yin. Recently, the Xilan tribe began to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony. At this time, she got sick again. She was so thin that she had to work harder.
It seems laborious and awkward.
She was afraid of causing trouble to Grandpa Yin, so she could only find someone else to take his place. In previous years, the guards of the tribe could do the job, but for some reason this year, the Xilan tribe strengthened their defense and did not allow the guards to leave their posts at will.
And it seems that the Holy Lady has also restricted the number of people who can go to the back mountain.
In the past few years, she has been running on both sides, and the saint was not surprised and acquiesced that she could go to the back mountain without delaying her normal work. But now, there is a lack of manpower, and she really doesn't want to be implicated because of her own affairs.
Grandpa Yin has been in the back mountain.
After a while, Feng'er brought a simple food box. Because of her fever, her face was a little red, "Miss Lan, this is Grandpa Yin's food, for you. There may be guards guarding the back mountain, I have told them
Yes, you can go in."
After saying that, she swayed and lay down on the table.
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
Feng'er's face was pale, and she held herself up and shook her head, "I'm fine...Miss Lan, go quickly, otherwise it will get worse later. The mountain road is not easy to walk. Please be careful, girl, I..."
"Okay, stop talking. I understand. You should go back and take care of yourself first. This is the most important thing."
Feng'er was so grateful to Lan Shengxue.
When she arrived at the back mountain, she carried her food box and walked slowly in the cool breeze. As Feng'er said, it was easy for her to enter the back mountain.
It was a bit lonely at night, and the sound of insects could be heard from time to time in the woods...
What she doesn't understand is how come there is an old man living alone in the back mountains of the Xilan tribe. Isn't he a member of the Xilan tribe?
Walking halfway up the mountain, she saw a thatched house. Just behind the thatched house, there was a place similar to a temple.
Feng'er said that in the back mountain, there is a bookstore of the Xilan people, but no one cleans it all year round, so Grandpa Yin lives in the back mountain and also takes care of cleaning the bookstore during the day.
There seemed to be few people coming here, and it was full of dust. Lan Shengxue walked to the yard of the thatched house and looked at the surrounding fences. The lights in the house were turned off, as if people had fallen asleep.
Lan Shengxue stood in the courtyard, either going in or not going in. He hesitated for a moment. Are you late?
"Cough...cough..." A low cough came from inside the house.
Lan Shengxue's expression moved slightly and she took a step forward.
"The wind is coming..." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded like he was in poor health.
"She is sick today." Lan Shengxue walked to the door and opened it. There was no light in the room. She touched the darkness and placed the food box on the small wooden table under the moonlight, "This is the wind...
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Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she immediately turned her head and looked back.