This statement shocked the scholar again, but Ling Jingchen calmly continued to ask: "What about you, do you like that kind of life?"
Xiao Yuyan immediately shook her head, "Although I feel sleepy when I read a book and don't want to study, I don't want to get married either. The men in the village are also eager to have a son. If I can't give birth to a son, I have to give up my life." Get in."
"But now I have to promise my stepfather. If you listen to him, he will be nice to my mother and won't ask me to do things for him every day. Then I can lead the team and make money."
Someone else asked: "Your stepfather is a butcher, and your family should be living a pretty good life. Why are you making money at such a young age?"
"In June, there are a lot of snakes in the mountains, so everyone should be careful where you step." She warned first, then picked up a wooden stick and hammered it carefully on the grassy areas while continuing to talk about her own. Family affairs: "My stepfather is doing well, but my mother is in poor health and has been bedridden and has not given birth to a child for her. My stepfather is reluctant to spend money on my mother. I have to support my mother."
When the group showed pity and distress to her, she suddenly smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons: "My mother is very proud of me. The little girls you know are not as good as me!"
Such a child made Ling Jingchen's eyes light up.
It seemed like I saw an extremely clear, clean, and pure soul.
The little girl noticed him looking at her and ran to him again.
At this time, she realized belatedly that her height barely reached his chest.
This made her extremely surprised: "Brother, you are so tall. How old are you?"
Ling Jingchen smiled, "I'm six years older than you, how much is that?"
Xiao Yuyan blinked and moved her fingers, "Wow, you are nineteen, you can marry a wife! Have you married a wife?"
In fact, a thirteen-year-old should know that a nineteen-year-old is studying in college.
But everyone in the archaeological team also realized that Yu Yan was talking about "getting a wife" because she had left school and lost contact with children of the same age, and her thoughts were being poisoned by the backward ideas of her elders in the family.
The professors couldn't bear that such an old child could only think about getting married and having children, so he chatted with Yu Yan word by word, hoping to broaden the child's horizons.
Xiao Yuyan chatted with everyone in the team until dark, then found a place to set up a tent and rest.
The place the archaeological team was going to was considered a semi-uninhabited land, and there was no telling how long it would take to get there. They had to spend the night in the mountains.
During the few hours of chatting, Xiao Yuyan became familiar with Ling Jingchen because she wanted to get to know him the most, and even asked directly: "Brother Jingchen, can I rest with you tonight?"
We just spent the night in the mountains, sleeping with all our clothes on. It didn't matter if I slept with a little girl, so he nodded: "Okay."
That night, because Ling Jingchen couldn't adapt to the too cold temperature in the mountains, and couldn't get used to eating compressed biscuits just to satisfy his hunger, he had a stomachache in the middle of the night and his thoughts were scattered, and the little girl discovered it.
The thirteen-year-old girl sat up and looked him over, then reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and left the tent without saying a word.
Ling Jingchen didn't think much, thinking that the little girl had gone to solve an internal crisis. When eating in the evening, she drank two bottles of drinks they brought.
Finally he fell asleep, but slowly he noticed a very comfortable and warm feeling, and subconsciously remembered that she seemed to have left the tent.
In this way, he woke up suddenly, only to find her kneeling next to him, gently wiping his forehead with a handkerchief with one hand, and gently rolling a drink bottle filled with hot water on his stomach with the other hand. roll.
At that moment, for the young man, a feeling that was like fireworks suddenly exploding in the night sky sprouted in his heart.
