Song Zhaoshui found that if she and Xie Nanting were in an embarrassing situation together, as long as she remained calm and didn't show it, Xie Nanting would be the one who couldn't calm down in the end.

For example, at this moment, if Xie Nanting dared to stare at her face for three more seconds, she would find that her face was red and her ears were about to explode.

Fortunately, he didn't. Song Zhaoshui calmly got up and dressed. The cold air in this mountain made her shiver several times. The human-shaped heater was gone, and there was still residual warmth in the bed.

The rain stopped outside, and the weather forecast finally refreshed, saying that today is a sunny day.

The sun has not been seen in the mountains for a long time, and this rain seems to have played a prelude to its arrival.

Xie Nanting entered the room, the hair on his head was high, and when he washed his face, he wetted his face with water and pressed down hard. But those tufts of hair were very disobedient, and after a while, they stood up again, dancing in the cold wind, provoking him.

If you want to put it in normal, it will be warped.

But Song Zhaoshui was next to him, out of some kind of thinking that people in love often have, he wanted to keep his 360 beauty without dead ends.

After tossing and turning, finally the scalp hurt him.

Song Zhaoshui finally noticed his abnormality and glanced at him inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

Xie Nanting put his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and shook his head: "Nothing."

He always felt that those few strands of hair were about to rise into the sky, and his hands were itchy.

Song Zhaoshui answered Liu Jie's call and said, "They will be here in a while."

She found Huang Ying and asked carefully about the house and cellar on Yingzui Rock. Talking about the cellar, Huang Ying's eyes flashed a bit of regret and pain: "My mother was locked up."

She didn't look at Song Zhaoshui's sympathetic eyes, for fear that she would not help crying: "Unlike those women, my mother never gave up. I remember that when I was five years old, she took me and wanted to run out. It was winter, we escaped and squatted at Yingzuiyan in the middle of the night before we found a chance to avoid that person. But I...I'm useless, I'm useless..."

She fell and made a noise as she fell...

Huang Ying finally cried out, that was the last time her mother escaped. As a result of that escape, she was severely beaten and locked in a cellar in the cold winter without seeing a doctor, leaving the root of the disease on her leg.

Never run away.

"She died, and I moved her grave out," Huang Ying wiped her tears, "I know my mother doesn't want to stay here even if she dies."

Song Zhaoshui hugged her gently and patted her back.

You see, this life is never fair.

"Can I go under the cellar and take a look?" Song Zhaoshui asked.

Huang Ying asked her, "Are you going to act in this movie too?"

"I'm fighting," Song Zhaoshui pursed his lips, "I want to know more about this place."

This trip made her want to get this role even more.

For nothing else, she has personally felt the injustice, she thought, if she can act well, will it bring some hope of fairness?

Huang Ying smiled, with tears in her eyes: "I'm going to borrow a ladder."

The cellar was very deep. Huang Ying put a candle in the basket, and said that it was also taught by her mother. When the candle went out, no one could go in.

Again, the candle is still on. She went down first, Song Zhaoshui was the second, and Xie Nanting was the last.

The cellar is now idle. Huang Ying said that it could have been used to store things, but when she saw the cellar, she always felt hatred in her heart. There is a puddle in the middle of the cellar because of the rain yesterday. In fact, the temperature here is higher than outside, but there is still a musty smell.

Musty smell, this is Song Zhaoshui's impression of Huangzhuang Village.

This is an abandoned village that has not seen the sun for a long time.

She walked around the cellar a few times, imagining that she would be despairing if her leg was broken and locked here.

Until Zhang Man and Liu Jie came, her heart was still heavy. Huang Ying is a kind and considerate girl, comforting her: "You fight and act well, I hope no one will ever encounter this kind of thing again."

Song Zhaoshui thought to herself, she also hoped so.

Before leaving, Huang Ying seemed to think for a long time, and finally pulled out a small locked wooden box from under the pile of clothes. She opened the box and found two rotten books inside.

"Diary," she said, with a bit of shyness, "my mother and mine, I haven't shown anyone else. You said you want to know more about it, I'll give it to you."

Song Zhaoshui did not dare to accept it, but Huang Ying insisted: "I hope it will be useful to you."

Song Zhaoshui said: "I will keep it well, and I will return it to you in good condition after use."

Huang Ying nodded, pulled Huang Hai, and sent a few people away, all the way to Yingzuiyan.

Huang Hai's words made Song Zhaoshui somewhat disgusted with the hut on this hill. When she came, she thought it was the forester's hut, and she felt warm looking at it. Now only feel that this hut is also exuding a musty smell, and it is crumbling under the sunlight.

about to fall.

Whether it's this hut or this sin, she hopes to fall.

Xie Nanting walked to the front of the hut to have a look, stretched out his hand and pushed back the door, and opened it as soon as he pushed it.

There was only a dusty table and an empty bed inside, and Song Zhaoshui walked around the room. The line of sight here is excellent. If you keep an eye on it, anyone in the village can see it clearly.

Such a small house has cut off how many women can escape to freedom.

They circled the town a few more times before leaving the hotel. On the way to the airport, Song Zhaoshui took out the two diaries and read them carefully.

Speaking of which, Huang Ying has not grown crooked in such a rotten village, thanks to her mother.

From this handwriting, it is clear that he is a well-educated person. If the literate and sensible people of that era lived well in the outside world...

Song Zhaoshui felt that her lacrimal glands were becoming more and more developed. She touched the wet corners of her eyes and put away the diary.

She really wanted this role.

After Huangzhuangcun and his party are over, Song Zhaoshui's variety show will be broadcast.

The program team sold out, and did not say who the guests were this time. Song Zhaoshui saw someone say under the official blog of the program group: "Whenever you can take our family to play with water."

She thought to herself that she had already taken me to play.

The variety show airs at 8:00 on Saturday.

Song Zhaoshui didn't want to see it very much. She felt that her performance must be stupid, but Xie Nanting wanted to see it.

Not only to watch, but also to pull her to watch together.

When Song Zhaoshui saw herself pedaling the pedal boat, she couldn't sit still and wanted to turn off the TV: "You are so annoying, can't you watch it yourself, do you want me to watch it too?"

"Look." Xie Nanting raised his head and smirked at her with a steady tone.

Look, look, he always said that, he wanted to see everything, but she wanted to see how many eyes he had!

Song Zhaoshui hugged his arms and sat cross-legged on the sofa, not watching TV. Xiao Ruan walked between the two of them, as if to gauge which temperament was better, and finally kicked Xie Nanting's back, climbed onto his shoulder, and flicked his tail obediently.

Song Zhaoshui was a little depressed, the cat was her cat, so she didn't come to act like a spoiled child. The TV is her TV, and she can't control what programs are on. The apartment was hers, and someone probably took it as her own. If it wasn't for someone standing outside the door, Song Zhaoshui felt that this person would ask him for the key.

She started to swipe on Weibo, and the variety show was halfway through, and it was already on the hot search, and the hot search was Hu Wanshi.

Song Zhaoshui calmly didn't click on it, she thought for a while, then clicked on the depth of field's homepage and glanced at it.

At first, I felt that this person was pretending to be deep and cold, and Weibo was the same. I post a post every few months, the content is all the words in a certain book, and I don't even repost the content of my own work, which makes fans cry: male god, post more Weibo.

She clicked Exit, and then clicked into Xie Nanting's homepage.

This person does not even have the autonomy to post Weibo, which shows how worry-free it is.

His Weibo is still stuck in the terrifying smile with his hair upside down when the two confirmed their relationship.

After so long, when she saw it again, she still couldn't help laughing and kicked Xie Nanting: "Do you know what this means?"

Xie Nanting glanced at her mobile phone, and there was a hint of embarrassment on her face. She cleared her throat and denied, "My hands are slippery, I didn't want to make this expression."

Having read the comments that day, he already knew that this expression meant sarcasm.

He thought it was very strange, Ding Dai made a fake smile and said, "fake □□ile (fake smile), you are old and it is normal to not understand the trend of young people."

Damn old.

His hand slipped, and his hand slipped in a row. Song Zhaoshui didn't bother with him about this lame lie, and asked with a smile, "Then which one did you want to post?"

Xie Nanting took her mobile phone, found the "cute" emoji in the emoji, and said eloquently, "This."

Song Zhaoshui smiled while holding his forehead, and said, "It's better to smile." At least in the eyes of fans, he is still a cold male god.

Xie Nanting's ears turned red from her laughter, and she took out the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV: "Watch TV."

Then Song Zhaoshui heard his own voice, which was amplified several times, come from the TV.

Song Zhaoshui sighed, why did she and Xie Nanting hurt each other?