Xie Jinling was stunned for a moment by this unexpected change of scene, he did not expect that Lin Ye's speed would be so fast and agile, so fast that he could not even react.

Of course, there was also a reason why he was unprepared.

However, after the initial surprise, Xie Jinling quickly adjusted her mood and looked at Lin Ye who was pressing herself below. However, when his eyes met Lin Ye's at this time, the overheated emotion in Lin Ye's eyes made him slightly startled: "You..."

"...Xie Jinling..." Lin Ye called Xie Jinling's name in a low and slow tone. In the fiery | hot low | deep breath, there was the kind of thirst | murmur after the accumulation of desire between lovers.

He rested his hands on both sides of Xie Jinling's cheeks, staring from top to bottom at this young man from Miaojiang that he had been thinking about for three years.

At this moment, undisguised love and longing were condensed in his dark and deep eyes, which were so brightly exposed in front of Xie Jinling's eyes.

At this moment, countless presumptuous thoughts popped up in Lin Ye's mind.

The thought that had been suppressed and endured all this time also turned into a raging hot stream. As the roar flowed, it soaked into his chest, and then invaded his limbs along the blood vessels.

I think Xie Jinling's eyelashes are stained with moisture because of him.

Wanted to kiss his lips hard.

I want his eyes to turn crimson...

Lin Ye thought a lot.

But in the end, he just bent down, and with his soft and hot lips, he planted a light but fiery kiss on Xie Jinling's forehead.

Xie Jinling's eyes changed: "You..."

"Don't talk." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Lin Ye again.

Lin Ye put his hand on Xie Jinling's lips, and blocked Xie Jinling's words with his palm.

Xie Jinling didn't avoid Lin Ye's palm, he blinked his eyelashes lightly, and met Lin Ye's gaze.

He saw Lin Ye's dark pupils clearly reflecting his appearance. So focused, straightforward and strong, as if trying to swallow his whole body into the depths of his eyes.

Xie Jinling has always been very sensitive to the emotions of others. As early as three years ago, he could feel that Lin Ye liked him. At that time, Lin Ye was his little friend, so his feelings for Lin Ye were naturally different from those for other people.

But Xie Jinling knew very well that although he did treat Lin Ye differently, that didn't mean anything else.

He also didn't think Lin Ye would like him deeply.

However, what Xie Jinling didn't expect was that Lin Ye really came to look for him in the village.

This made Xie Jinling somewhat touched.

Perhaps it was precisely because of that moment of emotion that he didn't get rid of Lin Ye's confinement in the first place, which made things develop to the present situation.

Noticing the thought in Xie Jinling's eyes, Lin Ye removed the hand covering Xie Jinling's lips, and turned to Xie Jinling's neck. His fingertips slid across Xie Jinling's chin, and stroked the small mole on the side of Xie Jinling's neck.

Immediately afterwards, he gently pressed his cheek against Xie Jinling's, rubbing slowly and intimately, letting each other's hair intertwine and intertwine in the next rubbing.

While doing this, his scorching|hot and heavy|heavy breath sprayed all over Xie Jinling's ears.

With the tip of his nose, he sniffed the fragrance wafting from Xie Jinling's hair.

Even though there are thousands of beautiful thoughts in his heart, in the end, he just did this one... it's nothing more than ambiguous... ear|temple|sex|grind.

Lin Ye knew that now was not the time.

He is also very clear that if he really does too much now, not only will his relationship with Xie Jinling not be brought closer, but it will have the opposite effect.

And these are not what he wants.

However, even though he knew this very well, Lin Ye was somewhat unwilling. So, after the reaction subsided a little, Lin Ye opened his lips with some kind of revenge, and bit Xie Jinling's small and delicate earlobe.

Because Xie Jinling wore a feather pendant on her ear, Lin Ye bit the edge. He purposely exerted some strength so that Xie Jinling could feel the damp heat from his lips and teeth more directly.

Sensing Xie Jinling's body trembling slightly for a moment, the corners of Lin Ye's lips curled up slightly, and the next second, before Xie Jinling made a move on him, he reacted very quickly and got up first.

He stood by the bed, looked at Xie Jinling who was sitting up, his eyes fell on Xie Jinling's slightly frowning brows, and he licked the corner of his lips with some complacency: "It's evened out."

Xie Jinling touched her ear that was bitten, and laughed angrily at Lin Ye's inconsistent logic: "Are you a dog?"

Lin Ye smiled and said, "I just touched your hair."

Xie Jinling raised her eyebrows: "So?" He got up from the bed while talking, and then began to straighten his slightly messy clothes.

Lin Ye looked at him and said, "You told me three years ago that your Miao family's hair can't be touched casually. If you touch it, you have to work as a coolie at your home for three years."

Xie Jinling paused slightly, he understood Lin Ye's implication, and half-closed his eyes: "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Lin Ye pointed to his black mountaineering bag on the stool: "You see, I only brought this bag, and there are only so many things in it. It's no problem to stay for a few days, but if you want to For a long time, I will need your support."

"So Xiao Xie, don't you really think about fulfilling the rules of the village and letting me go to your house as a coolie for three years?" Lin Ye began to sell himself: "You see, I am strong, physically strong and able to endure hardships. You use me to do it. There is absolutely no disadvantage in being a coolie.”

"But I have no shortage of coolies now."

"But I touched your hair." Lin Ye glanced at Xie Jinling, saw that he hadn't made a comment, and continued, "Besides, there is no shortage now, but it doesn't mean that there will be no shortage in the future."

Xie Jinling lowered her eyes, as if she was thinking.

Seeing this, Lin Ye said, "Isn't it good to plan ahead?"

Xie Jinling chuckled noncommittally, "Lin Ye, I haven't seen you for three years, and your eloquence has improved." After saying this, he began to pack up his brushes and paints.

Although Xie Jinling didn't give a clear reply to these words, the inside and outside of the words gave Lin Yepin a hint of possibility. So he walked to Xie Jinling's side, ready to strike while the iron was hot, and persuaded Xie Jinling: "So let me come into your house as a coolie."

He looked at the painting tools in Xie Jinling's hands, thought of something, and said, "I can still be your exclusive model. No matter what you want to paint, you can paint on me, so think about it and let me..."

"Okay." Xie Jinling interrupted Lin Ye.

Lin Ye's eyes lit up: "You agreed?"

"I just agreed to think about it," Xie Jinling glanced at him, "The specifics will not be confirmed until the Guzang Festival is over."

"Guzang Festival?" Lin Ye recalled a little bit, thinking of some traditional ceremonies in Miaojiang that he had inquired about, he became interested in an instant: "It's the Guzang sacrifice that you Miaojiang only held once in thirteen years ?”

When he was asking for directions at Wuxialing village in Qian Jiang during the day, he heard the words Guzang Festival from the three chatting old people.

"Yes, it will be held in five days." Xie Jinling looked at Lin Ye and noticed the interest in his eyes. Xie Jinling's eyes slightly raised: "You seem to be very interested?"

Lin Ye waved his hands and said seriously: "After all, I will stay here for at least three years. Naturally, I need to know more about the mysterious ceremony of Guzang Sacrifice."

Looking at the brilliance in Lin Ye's eyes at this moment, Xie Jinling thought of the seriousness with which the other party went to make up for the knowledge of Miao Jiang, which was completely unfamiliar to him, before coming here, and also thought of the other party's seriousness. He insisted on persuading him to stay as a coolie with the same tenacity.

His heart seemed to be touched by something.

Very light, very light, but impossible to ignore.

But Lin Ye didn't seem to notice Xie Jinling's emotional changes.

He continued: "I checked on the Internet before I came, but because each village is different, I don't know exactly what the Guzang Festival in Qian Jiang Wu Village is like."

Speaking of this, Lin Ye put the mountaineering bag on the table, vacated the only seat in the room, looked at Xie Jinling and said, "It's still early anyway, and your home is very close to here, sit down and tell me speak?"

Xie Jinling agreed, and he didn't show any politeness to Lin Ye. He walked over and sat down, and then started talking.

Guzang Festival is the most traditional festival in Miaojiang, and the festival will be held for three days.

On the first day, young men and women in the whole village will wear the most gorgeous costumes and go to the bullring to watch the bullfight.

On the second day, Gunzangtou will slaughter the bulls participating in the bullfight, and then use their internal organs to offer sacrifices to heaven, earth and ancestors, praying for a good harvest of grains and prosperity for the six animals.

On the third day, unmarried young men and women in the whole village will choose a suitable place in the village to perform fun activities such as antiphonal singing, touching painted faces, playing Lusheng, dancing bronze drums, etc., to see if they can meet each other during the activity.

Hearing this, Lin Ye interjected: "Unmarried young men and women?" He frowned slightly, "Is this a rule that everyone must go?"

Xie Jinling nodded: "You can say that."

Lin Ye looked at him: "Isn't this a blind date meeting?"

Xie Jinling nodded again, and said in a calm tone, "You can think so too."

Lin Ye was silent.

He was suddenly a little lucky, fortunately, he came to this village before the Guzang Festival. Otherwise, five days later, when Xie Jinling is at the Kuzang Festival, with Xie Jinling's popularity, it is uncertain how many people will confess their love to her.

In the past three years, he has been slow for three years because he has to deal with his own affairs well. Now that everything has finally been arranged, he can stay here without any scruples. Lin Ye doesn't want others to take advantage of his loopholes.

He must prevent all rivals from getting close to Xie Jinling.

Thinking of this, some kind of thought brewed in Lin Ye's eyes.

Xie Jinling noticed the change in Lin Ye's mood, and seeing his serious face, she asked casually, "What are you thinking?"

Lin Ye replied without changing his face: "I'm thinking that I'm quite lucky to be able to participate in the Guzang Festival that is held here only once in thirteen years."

"Then you can get a good feel for that atmosphere." After Xie Jinling said this, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, you have come here from such a distance, so you can rest well tonight."

"Are you going back so soon?" Lin Ye asked immediately, he still wanted to talk to Xie Jinling more.

"It's almost half past nine."

"During the autumn outing, you didn't feel sleepy after half past ten. I remember you were still watching Detective Ke..." Before Lin Ye finished speaking, the door of the guest room was suddenly blocked by someone. It rang from outside.

In the next second, a very mellow and deep male voice came in from outside.

"Xiao Jin, are you in there? I just went to your house to look for you, but I didn't see you, wondering if you're still here."

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Yeying's unruly eyebrows frowned instantly. He had the impression that this tone was that of Sang Linyang who led him the way in the afternoon.

Although Sang Linyang and Xie Jinling grew up together. But whether Xie Jinling is at home, or how long she stays here, should be Xie Jinling's own business. Isn't Sang Linyang a little too lenient?

"He should be looking for me for something." Xie Jinling picked up the brushes and paints and put them into a box, then he looked Lin Ye up and down, and his eyes stayed on the totem he painted for Lin Ye for a few seconds: "You should put your phone brought." He was quite satisfied with the totem he drew.

Before Lin Ye realized the meaning of his words, Xie Jinling said again: "Rest early, I will come to you tomorrow at seven o'clock."

"As for washing things, someone will bring you a wooden bucket and hot water in a while." After leaving these words, Xie Jinling left the room.

He went out, closed the door of the guest room, and looked at Sang Linyang who was waiting for him outside the door: "What do you want from me?"

"There are two things." Sang Linyang didn't talk nonsense, and said straight to the point: "Half an hour ago, Aji showed me a recommendation letter."

"A letter of recommendation?" Xie Jinling was a little surprised.

Their Shangling village is quite special, unlike other Miao villages that are open to the outside world at any time. If outsiders want to enter Shangling Village, they either need an invitation from someone in the village, or they need a letter of recommendation from the secretary of the village party branch.

In these two cases, the former is the majority. The latter situation has not happened for almost five years.

"Yes, the letter of recommendation was sent by the village party secretary. It said that in about three days, several graduate students would come to our Shangling to find a herbal medicine that is very similar to rejuvenation grass."

Speaking of this, Sang Linyang paused for a few seconds, observed Xie Jinling's face, and then continued: "Xiao Jin, you were brought up by the grass ghosts in our village. Except for the grass ghosts, you are the only one in the whole village. Those who know the most about herbs."

"It's said in the letter that you may need your help to bring those graduate students." Sang Linyang actually didn't want Xie Jinling to contact those outsiders: "Xiao Jin, if you don't want to, I can talk to you again. Aji talk about it, see if we can arrange other people who know herbs in the village to take them."

Xie Jinling did not express her position immediately, but said: "What is one more thing?"

Sang Linyang: "I mentioned it to you two days ago, about supporting education."

Xie Jinling's expression moved slightly, but what Sang Linyang said reminded him.

He remembered that in the original book, Xie Jinling, who went from Miaojiang to Cheng Lin to study, was just a tool, a cannon fodder to promote the relationship between Jian Yi and Lu Huaiyu.

Because it only appeared in the early campus plot, Xie Jinling's personal background information is rarely recorded in the book, and the reason why he went to Cheng Lin for a semester is not mentioned.

In fact, the main reason why he went to Cheng Lin to go to school was because Mr. Li, the only teacher in Shangling Village, was already seventy-three years old.

Three years ago, Mr. Li had just turned seventy years old. In a big city, at this age, he should have retired. But the old man didn't want to retire, he wanted to continue teaching the children in the village to read.

The old man is getting old. Although they only have classes on Tuesday and Thursday in the Miao calendar in Shangling village, after all, he is the only teacher in the whole Shangling. Some can't bear it.

In the end, the patriarch in the village asked Xie Jinling to leave the village to study for a period of time after a compromise. After mastering enough knowledge, will return to Shangling Village to assist the old man and help share some courses so that the old man will not be so tired.

The reason why Xie Jinling was chosen to leave the village was because he was the person who had the most contact with the outside world in the entire Shangling village, except for sister Shen Yan.

He was taken out of the village by his elder sister when he was eight years old, and he lived outside for nearly six years. In those six years, although he didn't go to school, Sister Ah hired a private tutor to teach him, and sometimes Sister Yaxi also came to tutor him.

It was also at that time that Sister Yaxi discovered his talent in painting, and followed him to learn painting systematically.

So on the whole, the education he has received is actually not much different from those outside the students who are studying in the school.

It is precisely because he has a certain foundation, and is the person who has lived outside for several years and has the most contact with the outside world, that he left Shanglingzhai three years ago to study in Cheng Lin, my sister's former alma mater.

At present, in the entire Qian Jiang Wu Village, Shangling and Xialing together, there are only six formal teachers.

One from Shangling, Mr. Li, who should have retired long ago, and five from Xialing.

Two days ago, Sang Linyang did tell him that a college student would come to teach in Qian Jiang Wu Village.

Although Qian Jiang Wushangling Village and Qian Jiang Wuxialing Village are collectively referred to as Qian Jiang Wu Village, in fact, outsiders would never know that there is Shangling unless it is specifically stated.

And this kind of college students who come to serve as teaching support usually directly assume that they will go to Xialing to teach.

Sang Linyang said: "Xiao Jin, you also know that our Shangling side is far more lacking in teachers than his Xialing."

The college students who came to serve as supporting teachers this time have higher education than the college students who came here before. Not only have they finished college ahead of schedule, but they are also said to be graduate students.

Xiao Jin is the person who has the most contact with the outside world in their entire Shangling village. Mandarin is also the most fluent, unlike their heavy accent, it will be more convenient to communicate with foreigners.

What Aji meant was that he wanted Xiao Jin to communicate with that college student to see if he could be persuaded to teach in Shangling.

Sang Linyang: "There is definitely no problem with Xialing, and I don't have any opinions, as long as the college student agrees."

If after communication, the teacher who came to serve as a support teacher still doesn't want to come to Shangling, that's fine. After all, they did their best to fight for the children of Shangling.

If the other party agrees, that is naturally the best result.

In the final analysis, still want to give it a try, to see if can win over this teacher.

In fact, what Sang Linyang said was supposed to be his patriarch, Aji, who would come to tell Xiao Jin in person tomorrow morning.

But Sang Linyang had some selfish intentions.

During the day, Xiao Jin's high school classmate named Lin Ye came to their village. According to the rules of Shangling, at night, Xiao Jin had to deliver wine to Lin Ye.

He reckoned that the person named Lin Ye would definitely not let Xiao Jin leave tactfully after drinking the door-stopping wine. And he didn't want Xiao Jin to stay with that person named Lin Ye for too long, so he came here specially at night to tell Xie Jinling what he would actually say in the daytime tomorrow.

But apart from this selfishness.

As the next patriarch, he was already slowly starting the affairs of the clan a year ago, and it made sense for his Aji to convey these two things on his behalf.

Thinking of this, Sang Linyang looked at Xie Jinling, waiting for his answer.

Xie Jinling pursed her lips slightly, and the bright moonlight shone on him, as if covering his whole body with a light halo.

His light amber pupils looked darker in the night than in the day. At this moment, there was a hint of thought in his eyes, and it took a few seconds before he replied indifferently: "The two things you mentioned, I have no problem supporting the teaching. The college student teaching came to Qian Jiang Wu Village , I will communicate, and as for the recommendation letter, I have to think about it and give you an answer tomorrow."

"Okay." Sang Linyang smiled lightly, and didn't say any more about these two matters, but looked at the wooden box in Xie Jinling's hand, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "By the way, what are you doing?" What are the brushes and paints in the box?"

In fact, as early as the beginning, Sang Linyang noticed the box in Xie Jinling's hand. He had seen this box several times, and he knew that Xie Jinling would sometimes use this box when painting.

When he saw Xiao Jin coming out, he didn't see any paint on Xiao Jin's face, so he wondered if these were for that person named Lin Ye.

But because he had something serious to say before, he had no choice but to suppress this doubt in his heart for the time being. Now that the business has been finished, Sang Linyang couldn't hold back, so he asked.

Listening to Sang Linyang's question, Xie Jinling did not answer immediately, but stared at Sang Linyang's eyes, as if observing something.

Sang Linyang coughed lightly and said, "What's wrong? I'll just ask."

Xie Jinling didn't speak, and took another step towards him, then leaned forward and brought her face closer to Sang Linyang, the scrutiny in her eyes became stronger.

Facing Xie Jinling's sudden approach, Sang Linyang immediately pursed his lips nervously. He was a little afraid to look into Xie Jinling's eyes, afraid that Xie Jinling would notice the trace of jealousy deep in his eyes, and also afraid that he would be sucked in by Xiao Jinling's pupils.

The air became extremely quiet at this time, Sang Linyang's throat rolled slightly, he staggered Xie Jinling's eyes, and planned to say something, but before he opened his mouth, Xie Jinling said: "You know everything, why are you asking?"

He stood up straight: "Say it straight, what exactly do you want to ask?"

When Sang Linyang heard it, he showed a defeated expression.

Sure enough, none of his concealment could hide it from Xie Jinling.

Sang Linyang touched his nose in embarrassment, and confessed directly: "Well, I actually want to ask if you painted Lin Ye's body?"

Xie Jinling nodded.

Seeing this, Sang Linyang felt sour in his heart. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his mouth, half-jokingly said: "You haven't even painted me yet."

Xie Jinling glanced at him: "As the patriarch's son, you still need someone to paint you?"

Just as Sang Linyang wanted to say that it was different, Xie Jinling said indifferently, "Okay, it's getting late, I'm going back to bed." After speaking, Xie Jinling turned and walked towards her home.

Sang Linyang glanced at Xie Jinling's back, and tightened his hand hanging by his side slightly. He just stood there silent for a while, and then left.

And wait until the movement outside disappears.

Lin Ye, who had been leaning his head slightly against the door and listening to the conversation between Xie Jinling and Sang Linyang, finally stood up straight again.

He recalled the conversation between Xie Jinling and Sang Linyang just now.

A letter of recommendation from the village party secretary? How many graduate students? Looking for herbs? Xie Jinling took them?

What is this!

And that college student who suddenly came to serve as a teaching assistant.

For some reason, Lin Ye had a vague premonition in his heart.

He always felt that whether it was the graduate students who came to find some herbal medicine in the recommendation letter, or the college student who came to teach as a supporting teacher, they were all bad comers to him, which made him inexplicably a little strangely vigilant.

There is no reason, just a gut feeling.

Lin Ye's lips were pursed tightly, and his slender eyelashes covered his dark pupils, casting shadows that covered the emotions in his eyes.

the other side.

In a homestay close to Lianggouyan Qiantan Village, Jian Yi, who was sitting on the bedside, was on the phone with Dean Wang.

"...Jian Yi, did you really go to Miao Jiang?"

"Well, I arrived at Lianggouyan Qiantan Village in the afternoon."

"It shouldn't be far from Qian Jiang Wu Village. Oh, I said you kid, why do you want to work there as a supporting teacher... That place has high mountains and far rivers, so it can't compare to D City."

"It's very nice here, the scenery is beautiful, the clouds are bright and the wind is clear."

"I think you are a drunkard and don't mean to be in the bar!" Dean Wang suddenly had mixed feelings.