The three Wei Chonglin brothers decided to stay and keep vigil for three months.
Ye Youlan left Xinghua Village with Jun Ziqian.
She can't stay here anymore. The tragedy that happened in Xinghua Village will soon spread. If her brothers and sisters know about it, they will probably come over in fear. She can only choose to leave and send them a message that she will be fine.
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On the carriage, the atmosphere was extremely quiet.
Her pure eyes became darker and darker, like the sea, one could not see to the end.
The smiley and cunning face became quiet and silent.
The whole person has lost his energy, and his depressed look makes people feel distressed.
Seeing this, Jun Ziqian was quite helpless.
After such a big change, the little girl had troubles in her heart.
Jun Ziqian was thinking about how to comfort the little girl, but he heard her speak softly: "Now I finally understand why dad likes to fight bandits so much."
Jun Ziqian: "?"
Fighting bandits?
He recalled that the little girl seemed to have said that her father sold paintings.
Why did he become a bandit fighter again...
"I was very curious when I was a child. They were all forced to become bandits because of the war. They were so pitiful. Why did my father still beat them?"
"Dad said: They have hands and feet. As long as they are determined to earn food and clothing, they can survive in this troubled world. If they are stained with blood, they will no longer be pitiful."
A few gentle words made the little girl understand that kindness depends on the person you are with.
She held her chin in her hands and looked out the window, her eyes calm and her voice soft: "So, those bandits don't deserve sympathy even if they die."
Over the past few years, those bandits have killed so many people, robbed so many girls, and destroyed so many families. Now they deserve to be reviled even after they die.
Jun Ziqian stared at the little girl's beautiful and clear face.
She revealed a delicate face, as plain as snow, with no jewelry or makeup, and long black hair hanging down her waist.
A pair of bright eyes as bright as cold stars, full of light, possessing her own unique ethereal and handsome look.
She was completely different from the village girl I had met before.
Jun Ziqian's bright eyes were deep and he smiled slightly: "Your father is right. Although survival is not easy, as long as you work hard, everything you want will come as expected."
He was very curious, what was the origin of the little girl?
Then suddenly I saw the little girl take out the gourd bottle from her waist, opened it and took a sip.
The little girl breathed out a sigh of relief, and her smiling face returned to her original innocent and well-behaved appearance.
It seems that he has overcome the depression in his heart.
Jun Ziqian raised his eyebrows, smelled the faint and mellow aroma of wine, and saw the little girl holding the gourd bottle and drinking non-stop.
The jade fan in his hand stretched out to block it.
The little girl didn't drink, but looked at him doubtfully: "Huh? Brother Yanzhi also wants to drink?"
She shook the wine gourd and smiled sheepishly: "Haha, I seem to have almost finished drinking it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she burped, her smiling eyes sparkling.
There was a slight smile on Jun Ziqian's lips, and his voice was like the spring breeze of a stream: "I don't want you to get drunk and make a fuss about the party."
The little girl pouted and snorted, a little arrogantly: "No! I won't get drunk, and I've never been drunk before."
Her beautiful face was filled with blush.
It was probably the man with unparalleled beauty in front of her who winked at her, and the warm voice of the spring breeze stirred her heart.
So when I drink wine at this time, I feel that it is sweet.
Jun Ziqian is funny, and the little girl is so confident.
The carriage walked quietly for five days. Late at night, Mo Zhu said: "Sir, after passing Lulin, you can reach Yongzhou."