Under the faint moonlight, Song Ciwan sat cross-legged in the house, listening to the strange things about the small village.
Just listen to the white shadow patiently comforting little Yao: "You are worried for nothing. What have you done? You don't have to do anything. At most, you can come forward and cooperate with me when I perform pocket tricks on the stage." , that’s it, if something happens, who can blame you?”
Little Yao was still worried and said: "Then if it's your fault..."
Bai Ying said categorically: "What does it have to do with me? I'm singing on stage!"
Mr. Yao patted his chest and exhaled: "That's right, it has nothing to do with us after all."
Bai Ying then nodded and said: "That's right. Just remember one thing. You must hold that thing in your hand and don't lose it. If you lose that thing, it will be in your pocket and you can't get it out." Be yourself! Don’t blame me for harming you then..."
Little Yao immediately stretched out a thin white palm to gently cover Bai Ying's lips, and said softly: "How could you harm me? Don't talk nonsense! Brother Yun..."
The last two words "Brother Yun" were really called out in twists and turns, just like a pool of spring water on the top of a piece of tender grass.
The spring water is trembling, the tips of the grass are bouncing up and down, and the water droplets are reluctant to fall, but each blow hits the listener's heart.
Bai Ying's expression softened immediately, and he softened his voice and said: "Yes, how could I harm you? In that case, you don't have to worry, just go back and rest. After the matter is completed, three hundred taels of silver, a trace I won’t miss you.”
Little Yao trembled her eyelashes and said: "Brother Yun, you know my heart, why do I care about this vulgar thing? In my heart... I am just for you, Brother Yun..."
Every "Brother Yun" she shouted was so breathless that Bai Ying sighed and finally stretched out his hand to hold her hand.
He put the palm of his hand to his lips and touched it gently, and whispered: "I understand your intentions. Good sister, please go back. When I complete this matter and get the silver, I will take you out. From now on. We are far away from this land, and all the things that bind us are gone."
Little Yao finally got his promise and was so excited that his eyes filled with tears.
She said with tears in her eyes: "Brother Yun, I believe you. Then Brother Yun, you must come and pick me up in time! You don't know, that Gu Er, he, he is a heavenly eunuch! My aunt is so cruel, Gu Er is like this It seems that instead of harming other girls, she went to her parents' house to complain about me, and I couldn't help it, wuwuwu..."
As she spoke, she began to sob, her shoulders shaking.
Bai Ying quickly put his arms around her and urged anxiously: "Don't cry, don't cry. What will I do if you cry?"
Little Yao leaned in his arms, raised his head and said, "Brother Yun, just let me take a look at your face again. I want to see your true appearance again, and feel at ease."
Bai Ying was afraid that she would cry again, so he agreed without hesitation this time.
He sighed and said, "That's all, you can watch it if you want...but don't cry."
As he spoke, he opened his collar, lowered his head and tore it off from under his neck.
It turned out that his whole body was pale mainly because he wore a mask on his face.
Song Ciwan saw him with white paint on his face before, but he was actually wearing a mask covered with white paint. This mask is called a mask, but in fact it not only covers his entire face, but also covers his neck and shoulders.
He reached into his collar and quickly lifted up the heavy-duty mask.
As soon as the mask was opened, little Yao's breathing became a little faster.
I saw that the face exposed under the mask was handsome and charming, with dark eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a beautiful nose and cherry lips, and the whole thing revealed a kind of beauty that was indistinguishable from male and female.
Brother Yun's skin is particularly white and greasy. Under the moonlight, this greasy skin even glows like a pearl. It is almost impossible for ordinary men, even ordinary beautiful girls, to have such perfect skin.
Little Yao was so fascinated that she stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch Brother Yun's snowy flesh.
Brother Yun quickly put the mask back on his face. He also pressed the lower part of the mask to the shoulder side carefully to ensure that every part was compacted and would not warp. Then he let out a sigh of relief. .
Then he comforted little Yao in a low voice: "Sister Jing'er, the days are long. You should go back as soon as possible. Don't let anything slip, otherwise our plan will not come true."
Little Yao looked at it and looked at it. Although he didn't touch it, after being coaxed like this, it was hard to be entangled anymore.
She reluctantly responded: "Brother Yun, I'm going back then. When the matter is done, I'll wait for you to pick me up."
Brother Yun stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, then hugged little Yao Shi in his arms and patted him gently, saying in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will live up to you, just go quickly..."
Little Yao finally left reluctantly.
Brother Yun always stood behind the big tree and watched her off. Little Yao suddenly turned back halfway and saw the white shadows behind the big tree looking at each other in the distance. Little Yao felt as if he had eaten honey.
She secretly said: "Brother Yun really has me in his heart..."
In this way, little Yao finally felt at ease.
She didn't waste any more time and walked home quickly.
Back outside the Gu family courtyard, little Yao entered the house through the back door. She quietly locked the lock, completely unaware that from the moment her figure disappeared behind the door of her courtyard, Brother Yun who was next to the big tree suddenly turned his head and patted himself all over with some disgust.
Especially the hand that had hugged little Yao before, Brother Yun rubbed it over and over again, his disgust evident on his face.
Of course, being so far away and little Yao didn't have magical powers, it was naturally impossible for him to discover this scene.
Only Song Ciwan stood by and witnessed all this.
She felt like she was watching a live version of a weird movie. It was so big that all kinds of weird things could happen at any moment.
The stories circulated among the people may not be as twists and turns as the real events that happened in reality.
Of course, most stories are inseparable from love, evil, desire, greed, anger, and ignorance. The human heart is treacherous, and there is no distinction between court and country, whether it is immortal or ordinary.
A small temple can be full of demons and strong winds, and a shallow pond can be full of bastards.
Who is to blame?
Song Ciwan didn't look away, she continued to look.
Lingjue looked to both sides and saw little Yao quietly going back to her room. She put down her bun and took off her pink shirt and gray-green skirt.
Wearing only a white middle coat, little Yao climbed back onto his bed quietly.
Gu Er, who was sleeping in the same bed with her, seemed to feel her sudden return and couldn't help but mutter in his sleep: "What's the matter with you? It takes so long to wake up?"
Little Yao whispered: "My stomach hurts..."
The old man was half asleep and said: "Lazy people pee a lot, you are so pretentious!" As he said this, he slapped his palm hard on little Yao's face.
Little Yao covered her face and widened her eyes. She didn't dare to cry or make trouble, and she didn't even say a word.
It wasn't until Gu Er turned over and fell asleep again that little Yao shed a few tears in the darkness.
She gritted her teeth and lay back on the quilt, then turned her back to Gu Er.
The night is silent and silent, interpreting the joys and sorrows of the world.
(End of chapter)
