Yunsheng looked at her with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.
Luo Youyao thought his appearance was a bit funny, so she couldn't hold back her laughter again.
"Why don't you believe me? I grew up in the Prime Minister's Palace after all. How can I not even embroider a sachet?"
Yunsheng still looked at her, his eyes full of smiles.
"Then I'll bother Miss Luo."
Early this morning, Yunsheng found needles, threads and fabrics for Luo Henuo. Luo Henuo took the things and leaned against the stone wall to sew a new sachet for him, while Yunsheng sat and watched.
"Just make do with it. I won't make the kind where you can change the spices. If you're afraid it's not enough, I can make a few more for you."
Luo Youyao said to him while arranging the things in her hands. Yunsheng agreed and leaned back lazily.
Luohewei sewed very seriously and didn't say anything for a while.
Yunsheng consciously did not disturb her, but sat quietly aside, staring at the desert in the distance in a daze, and soon he lost his consciousness.
"Ayun."
It was only after a long time that Luo Heya called him.
"Um?"
Yunsheng looked back at her. His eyes were slightly sour when he turned his head because he had been staring into the distance for too long.
"Let's chat. I feel like it would be too boring if we didn't talk about anything at this time."
When Luo Youyao said this, her hand movements did not stop. Yun Sheng looked at her, then at the fine needle in her hand, and asked: "So... won't it affect you?"
Luo Heya shook her sour hands and affirmed: "No, don't worry. Just in time, I also have something to ask you."
"But it doesn't matter."
Luo Heyao chuckled and said, "Why did you become an assassin in the first place?"
Luo Heyao's voice was soft, and her words seemed gentler.
Yunsheng thought about this question for a moment, without much expression on his face, and replied: "Lack of money."
"Just because of lack of money?"
Yun Sheng shook his head and burst into laughter.
"Of course not. I am not from Luokou, nor did I grow up in Luokou. Do you know Yunshui? I am actually from there."
Luokou, Yun Sheng mentioned this place to Luo Huahua a few days ago. Luo Huahua heard from Yun Sheng that Luokou is a small and prosperous town. There is an escort agency in it, which is where Yun Sheng works. Yun Sheng said that he would bring Luoyao went there to avoid the limelight.
Recalling that the lie she had made in that small village was discovered by the officers and soldiers, Luo Huahua was worried at first that the tragedy of her identity being exposed would happen again. Later, she was relieved when she learned about the special nature of Luokou.
Although Luokou is not prosperous, it is a gathering place for heroes in the world. There is no government office in the town, and it relies entirely on the established rules of the world to maintain order.
Yunsheng told her that a long time ago, Luokou was a newly established city. During those years, the Central Plains and the Western Regions were at war. The Central Plains suffered from severe drought, and Luokou was located in the driest place in the entire Central Plains. The people living there lost their living conditions, and the court couldn't take care of them. The young people with labor force all ran away, and there were fewer and fewer people in the city. In the end, only the old, weak and sick who could not travel across mountains and rivers were left in it.
One day later, a knight-errant from the rivers and lakes passed by. She couldn't bear to see the old, weak, women and children who were about to die tragically in the city, so she mobilized her connections in the rivers and lakes to help Luokou survive the drought.
After the drought, Luokou transformed from a city into a town.
The drought lasted too long, and the wanderer missed her best years because of it. She could no longer carry her sword and travel around the world, so she had to stay in the town. Some of her friends who had helped her also So they stayed. Since there was no government office in Luokou at that time, they volunteered to become the ones maintaining the peace of the town.
Later, their stories were spread all the way to far away places by the storyteller. People in the rivers and lakes were not afraid of hardship and tiredness, and gathered into a mighty team to settle down in the town. After many years, it became It has become a place where heroes from all over the world live together.
After hearing this story, Luo Heyao was shocked and yearned at the same time.
She had originally thought that someone like Yun Sheng, who was so talented in martial arts at a young age, should have been born and raised in Luokou, but she did not expect that not only did he go to Luokou later, but he was also born in Yunshui when he was a child. The place.
Yunshui Village is quite famous in the history of the Central Plains. It is located in the eastern part of the Central Plains. Before the war between the Central Plains and the Western Regions began a hundred years ago, it had always been the most prosperous place in the Central Plains.
Yunshui Village is close to the water and is located on one of the most important waterways in the Central Plains. Countless precious treasures are sold from the Yunshui trade every year, and the villagers' catch can bring a lot of wealth to the village.
But later an unprecedented war broke out between Middle-earth and the Western Regions.
At that time, the situation in the entire Central-Earth was not good, and even Jiangnan was barely able to survive. Yunshui fell into despair and never rose again.
"Yunshui, I know. To be honest, I'm a little curious. History books generally only emphasize Yunshui's previous prosperity...what happened later?"
Luohehe looked at Yunsheng with a serious expression, because she knew that Yunshui's subsequent situation was not good.
The reason why Luo Huahua asked this question was probably because she was curious about how lonely Yun Shui was, which made Yun Sheng become an assassin for money.
"Was Yunshui once prosperous? To be honest, maybe only outsiders remember this."
Yunsheng smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "When I was born, Yunshui's monthly catch was not even enough to fill the stomachs of the villagers. Only the village chief and some prestigious families in the village could eat fish. Most of them People can only pick and eat vegetable leaves from the mountains."
Luo Youyao looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said carefully: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask about this."
"It's okay, I won't feel anything."
Yunsheng paused and continued: "Although most people in the village are too poor to blame, I didn't think about doing anything to change the status quo. The main reason was that Yunshui Village at that time was really too backward and lacked information. I would have I thought that maybe the whole world was living the same life as us, so I never felt how miserable my life was."
Yun Sheng stopped and turned to look at Luo Yao.
"Maybe this is different from what you imagined?"
Yunsheng smiled gently.
Luohehe looked at him and was suddenly startled.
"My life was going on as usual. Then one day, probably when I was six years old, a weirdo suddenly came to the village. In fact, as far as I can see now, he is not a weirdo. He is a poet who travels around the world. He is just a villager. I’ve never seen him before, so I thought that person was weird.”
"He said that he was traveling from the south of the Yangtze River to the Central Plains and passed by our village. He wanted to exchange the poems he wrote with us for some food. But at that time, the villagers in Yunshui Village could not read a single Chinese character. Poetry was nothing more than a waste of paper and pen and ink. It was a useless product. No one in the village accepted his proposal, but the poet understood the situation and did not force it, but still chose to stay in the village for a few days."
"It is also in these few days that I have begun to have a small understanding of the 'outside world'."
Hearing Yun Sheng's words, Luo Hua's hand holding the needle and thread trembled uncontrollably.
Understanding the outside world for the first time? Luo Heyao recalled that the first time she went to the library to secretly read banned books was when she was six or seven years old.
When you think about it, it's really amazing that they have the same desire to explore the unknown.
She unconsciously raised her lips and smiled, and continued to listen to Yun Sheng's words.
"No one in the village liked that poet very much. I was the only one who was full of curiosity about him. My parents were busy doing farm work and couldn't take care of me, so I secretly found him and chatted with him about the outside world."
"The first place the poet told me about was Luokou. He told me the origin of Luokou Town, which made me yearn for it. He said that he traveled across mountains and rivers to the Central Plains just to experience the local heroes in person. .”
"When he said this, I was actually a little moved. I tried to beg him to take me with him when he left. If he only left for one morning, or if he could get home before dark, my parents wouldn't find out. But he rejected my request and told me that it would take several days and nights to get to Luokou from here."
At this point, Yunsheng suddenly stopped. Luoyao noticed something strange and turned to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Yunsheng chuckled and sighed.
"I just feel that a random choice I made at that time actually led to two completely different results, which is a bit emotional."
When Luo Heyao heard this, she wondered: "You wouldn't... secretly follow the poet to Luokou, would you?"
Yun Sheng understood her words and suddenly laughed. He laughed so much that his whole shoulders were shaking, which made Luo Heya a little confused.
She frowned and looked at Yunsheng doubtfully.
The latter calmed down for a while before continuing: "You really guessed it right."
Hearing what he said, it was easy to see the blame in Luo Hua's eyes. She put down the half-sewn sachet in her hand, pushed Yunsheng gently, and whispered softly: "Then why are you laughing? You are sick. "
Yun Sheng looked at her, the smile in his eyes hard to hide. He waved his hand to Luo Youyao and explained: "No, I'm not making fun of you. I just thought of how I left with the poet and felt a little stupid."
"stupid?"
Luo Youyao raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
Yun Sheng nodded and affirmed: "It's quite stupid. The poet said that it would take several days and nights to reach Luokou. Not only did he fail to persuade me, but he also made me start to wonder where I should stay and what I should eat during these few days on the road. .”
"Later I thought that our daily meals were all wild vegetables dug by the villagers in the mountains that day, so I thought that as long as there are mountains, we can definitely find wild vegetables. After solving the problem of food, I began to think about what to eat in the evening. Where should a poet live?"
"When the poet stayed in the village for a few days, I secretly went out to observe him. No one in the village was willing to take him in, so he spent the night leaning against the old tree at the entrance of the village. At that time, I was thinking that maybe we could reach Luokou along the way. It was not very comfortable to spend the night under the tree every night. It happened to be summer and there was little need for a quilt at home, so I stole the quilt and hid it secretly in the house on the day the poet left. into the basket on his back."
When Luohehe heard this, she immediately felt a little funny. She looked at Yunsheng, and their eyes met in the air. This made her even more unable to bear it.
Luo Henuo sat next to Yunsheng and laughed so hard. Yunsheng looked at her and silently held the sachet in her hand that was about to fall.
"You were clearly blaming me just now, why are you smiling so happily now?"
Luo Youyao glanced at him and still didn't stop. She just supported his shoulders and waved her hand gently.
Yunsheng looked at her, patted her back gently, and waited until she calmed down before speaking again.
"Although it sounds funny, I succeeded. The time when the poet left was perfect. It happened to be when my parents went to work in the mountains. I told the poet that I wanted to see him one last time and let him He would wait at my door. If I wasn't at home, I would go out to work with my parents and wouldn't be back until very late, so he would just leave."
"I used this method to drive him away, and then hid the things in his backpack. When he came back, I heard him sighing, as if he was a little disappointed, but -"
When Yun Sheng said this, he paused again.
He looked at Luo Yuya thoughtfully, who had just recovered and was still carefully tinkering with the half-sewed sachet on the drummer.
"Can you guess what I'm going to say next?"
Faced with Yun Sheng's sudden question, Luo Heya was really confused for a moment.
Fortunately, it turned out that she had already imagined it before, so she laughed so hard, so she smiled again and expressed her imagination.
"The poet should have realized something was wrong the moment he picked up his backpack, but you foolishly thought your plan was successful, right?"
Yunsheng nodded.
"Indeed, that's not all. When the poet was walking on the road, he even heard me muttering behind him that the weather was hot. He only told me this after I couldn't bear to crawl out of his backpack. "
"But he also said that I was so thin that he couldn't even feel how much I weighed when he carried me on his back."
As soon as Yun Sheng said these words, Luo Heya couldn't laugh anymore.
Although she cannot empathize because she has never experienced what it feels like to be hungry, she is very sensible and knows that she cannot show her happy emotions at such a time.
She subconsciously glanced at Yunsheng's hand on the side.
His hands were very beautiful, slender and bony, but not white enough.
Looking up from those beautiful hands, his wrists and arms are not thick at all, and they seem completely incompatible with his identity as an assassin.
Luo Youyao had always felt that the reason his arms were thin and not as strong as Luo Yunting's was because Yunsheng was still just a teenager. But now she thinks about it, Luo Yunting is only 15 years old this year. Apart from his genes, is there another reason why Luo Yunting once had enough food and clothing?
Luo Youyao thought so and glanced at Yunsheng's arm again.
She caught a glimpse of the scar on Yun Sheng's arm, perhaps from a fight with a gangster or someone. She looked at the scar and Yun Sheng's long and bony hand again and again, feeling a little distressed for a moment. As a result, Yun Sheng said a lot of words later, but she didn't listen. She only vaguely heard that he went to Luokou with the poet, got into trouble, and had to take up the job of assassin.
Luo Heya came back to her senses, and the sachet in her hand was almost finished. She spoke in a soft voice: "What kind of trouble did you get into that forced you to become an assassin?"
Yunsheng looked at her and said with a smile, "I'll tell you later."
After talking for a long time, he still didn't tell himself why.
She turned to look at Yunsheng, who smiled gently at her.
"What thoughts are you hiding about this matter?"
Luohehe tried a question.
"I'm fine."
Yunsheng responded to her simply and indifferently.
In the endless desert, Yunsheng is like a crooked seedling, weak and fragile.
But he is strong and brave, and grows tenaciously in the face of adversity. Perhaps he has known for a long time that he cannot grow into a big tree, but the meaning of life is not like this.
All the efforts and grand ideals that people have made since then are the meaning of life, not the meaning of life.
The meaning of life is far more than that, but what its meaning is, Luo Heyao doesn't know.
At least she can't see clearly yet.
