This Baishan Village is very different from the Baishan Village Wen Ran saw for the first time.

She didn't show it on the face, but she was flustered in her heart, not because of the wrong situation she encountered now, but because she didn't see Shen Wu along the way.

She didn't know if Shen Wu had come here too, she just knew that if she didn't find him soon, maybe he would fall ill again.

"Let's fly a kite!"

"Xiao Ni, wait for me!"

Two girls ran over chasing each other, and the girl who was running ahead with the kite accidentally bumped into someone.

Wen Ran came back to her senses, and when she looked down, she saw a seven or eight-year-old girl in a bun.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." The girl apologized in a panic. She was afraid that she would get into trouble, because the skirt that the elder sister was wearing was very beautiful, and it seemed to be very expensive, so she couldn't afford it.

"Xiaoni!" The girl who ran over after seeing Wen Ran also seemed restrained, but she tried very hard to explain, "Big sister...Xiao Ni didn't bump into you on purpose..."

Wen Ran smiled slightly, bent down, reached out and touched the heads of the two girls, "It's okay, I didn't avoid standing here, you don't need to apologize."

The two girls of similar age glanced at each other, and then smiled at Wen Ran, "Big sister, you are really a good person!"

Wen Ran smiled and took out two packs of snacks, and put them in the hands of the two girls respectively. Even if she didn't go out, she always had to prepare a lot of food. She asked: "I'll ask you guys for news, Have any outsiders come to your village recently?"

The two girls were very happy when they got food, and they were willing to spend a lot of time thinking about it. Afterwards, they shook their heads and said together: "No."

This village is not big, and there are not too many people. If there are people from other places, and people with outstanding appearance, the villagers will definitely remember it.

Wen Ran was a little disappointed.

But Xiao Ni said again: "But I heard from my mother that there will be people coming from our village recently!"

Wen Ran asked again: "Who is it?"

"It's Zhang Xiucai!"

The girl next to him pushed Xiao Ni, "My father said that I can't be called Zhang Xiucai anymore, he is the number one scholar!"

Xiao Ni patted her mouth, "Yes, yes, it's the number one scholar!"

"The No. 1 scholar?" Duan Feixue asked in confusion, "Is the No. 1 scholar this time surnamed Zhang?"

Wen Ran asked him, "Don't Young Master Duan know the name of Zhuang Yuanlang?"

Duan Feixue rubbed the back of her head embarrassingly, "Seeing that I didn't make the list, I couldn't help being sad for a while, so I didn't have the heart to pay attention to other people's conditions."

He was telling the truth, the so-called Han Chuang studied hard for more than ten years, just for the one day of the scientific examination, but he did not have high school. It's all vague and confusing.

Xiaoni said: "I heard from my parents that it is the first time that our village has a number one scholar. After the number one scholar returns home, we will have a running water mat in our village!"

The girl at the side said excitedly: "I heard that Mr. Zhuangyuan married the daughter of a high official. I really want to see what Mrs. Zhuangyuan looks like!"

"The high official's daughter must be beautiful!"

"Will there be a big sister who is beautiful?"

Xiao Ni looked at Wen Ran and became entangled, "I don't know..."

The child's innocent words make people laugh.

Duan Feixue said: "There are thousands of people in the world, and everyone has different preferences. For example, some people like spring light, and some people like winter snow. It can't be compared like this."

The two children looked blank, "I don't understand."

Duan Feixue was like a choke in his throat.

Wen Ran smiled and said, "Okay, don't you want to fly kites? Go and play."

The two girls cheered and ran away holding hands.

Duan Feixue shook her head and sighed, "It's a child after all."

Looking at Wen Ran again, he said, "The girl didn't find the person she was looking for, what will you do next?"

Wen Ran was also contemplating, and after a while, she asked without answering: "Does Young Master Duan think everything in front of him is real?"

Duan Feixue was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by this?"

Wen Ran changed her question, "How did Young Master Duan enter this village?"

"I... It seems that it's dark in front of my eyes, and then I open my eyes, and I'm standing in this village."

"Aren't you suspicious?"

"To tell the truth..." Duan Feixue's delicate face showed a bit of embarrassment, "I seem to have drank too much alcohol during that time, which caused my body to have some problems, and sometimes I forget what I did. , so... so I suddenly found myself in this village, so I didn't find it strange."

Wen Ran was surprised. It was the first time she heard that someone had this kind of sequelae after drinking alcohol. Even if she stopped drinking, the effect wouldn't last for so long.

Since Duan Feixue was in this situation, she didn't say anything more, but continued to walk forward, "If I walk further, maybe I will find something different."

Duan Feixue followed behind her, and when he passed a house with the words "Happiness" posted and red lanterns hung, he said strangely: "It should be a happy event to get married, so why is there crying in this family? ?"

Wen Ran also looked over, her ears were better than Duan Feixue, and she heard some other sounds from the cries that kept coming from the room.

"It's all fate... Xiu Xiu, just accept your fate and get married tomorrow..."

It's really strange. Generally speaking, even if the bride gets married, the people from her parents' family will cry on the day her daughter gets married. Listening to those words, the person the bride wants to marry is probably not in their family's wishes.

Suddenly, a huge roar caught everyone's attention.

Everyone still in the room ran out and looked in the direction of the movement.

It was a mountain top. Looking at it from a distance, the cold light appeared from time to time, the mountain trees collapsed in pieces, and the ground shook.

Someone trembled: "Yes, is the ground moving?"

Wen Ran recognized that Hanmang was Jianguang.

As soon as her heart moved, she transformed into a Falling Dawn Sword in an instant, and walked away with the sword.

Duan Feixue widened her eyes and stood there for a long time in shock, "Fairy, fairy..."

On the green mountain, birds and beasts all fled in panic.

The strong cold air invaded along with the domineering sword energy, a forest fell down, and the silhouette of the white-robed figure with the sword slowly emerged.

It had only rained not long ago, the climate in the mountains was colder, and there was still a layer of water mist.

The water mist soaked the hem of the boy's clothes and stained them with dust.

The rain and fog that had not disappeared also smudged his long eyelashes. The fog that gathered in his bloodshot eyes was at the end of his eyes. It was cold, like the ice and snow in the northern region. like cold.

Frozen people's hearts hurt abruptly.

He walked through an empty area, and with a sword, it was still empty, and no figure he wanted appeared.

The unrequited tearing feeling swept over, and the pain made his complexion pale, and the blood on his tightly pursed lips also lost.

"Shen Jiaojiao!"

His footsteps stopped, and his figure seemed to freeze.

Someone hugged him from behind.

The warmth coming from behind was like a spark, and it quickly ignited his icy body with a prairie fire.

Wen Ran felt a drop of warmth on her hands.

She hurriedly walked in front of him, holding up the boy's lowered face.

He lowered his eyes and blinked lightly. The mist in his red eyes melted into a substance and dripped out, but it seemed to be dripping blood. His thin body was in this dilapidated forest, so fragile to a terrible level.

Even the ends of the hair hanging down to the waist seemed to have a whimper when it swayed lightly in the wind.

The fog blurred his eyes, and after a while, the girl's face was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He seemed to have lost some strength, his pale lips moved slightly, "I thought I lost you."

The trembling voice was like the cry of a lost cub.

Until the girl on tiptoe hugged him tightly, he slowly gained strength, slowly lowered his waist, pressed her whole body into his arms, and buried his head between her neck.

The mist on his body wet her clothes, and her breath was full of her smell.

The lost and mourning cub hidden in his heart suddenly found its way.