Chapter 40 (2/2)

When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Yu had put down the book, supported his chin and looked at her with interest.

A Luo puts down a hand, call a big brother, ”when can we arrive?”

Zhao Xuan pretended to think, ”I can get there before dark.”

Too slow! It's not even noon at this time. We need to walk for another three or four hours to calculate the time. A Luo is very anxious, ”can you hurry up?”

He's not in a hurry at all. It's time to let go. ”Why are you so anxious? What are you going to do there? ”

She is a little girl of seven or eight years old. She seldom goes out. She shouldn't know such a far place. Zhao Xuan wants to know what she's up to. However, the little girl is very secretive. Even if he asks, she keeps her mouth closed and won't let it out.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, ”if you don't say it, we'll arrive later.”

Wei Luo, looking up at him, was a little angry. Even if he forced her to this point, she still said nothing.

In this way, it makes people more curious.

The sun gradually rose to the top of the head, and the carriage did not stop and went on.

Wei Luo ate a few cakes to cushion his stomach. At noon, he became sleepy and fell asleep on the make-up blanket. When I woke up again, it was dusk, and the afterglow sprinkled on the poplar trees on both sides of the road. The trees were covered with a layer of haze, reflecting the white snow and the orange light. She quickly sat up, her voice with a sleeping voice. ”Are you there?”

Zhao Yu is still reading. He seems to be in this position all the time. He has never changed. ”There is still half an hour left.”

Wei Luo had to hold back and sit back on his couch.

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Longshou village is located in the middle of two mountains, with narrow roads and inconvenient walking. It's not easy to find it because it's surrounded by woods and remote.

Half an hour later, Zhu Geng finally stopped the carriage at the entrance of the village and said to it, ”here you are, my Lord.”

Wei Luo can't wait to open the embroidered gold shade, step on his feet and get off the carriage, and look around the place. It's really the Longshou village she is familiar with. At the gate of the village stands a big stone, on the right is a ditch, and on the left is a vacant lot. Looking into the village, the land is flat and the houses look like. She has lived here for ten years. She has a very deep memory. She can't forget it if she wants to.

She walked forward without being led. She clearly remembered where Lin Huilian's house was. At this time, in the west, every family came back from the field and was cooking at home. Smoke curled up from the kitchen. There were not many people on the road. She took a path and turned seven or eight. Looking back, Zhao Yu followed her slowly behind her. She took a deep breath of relief and went on, stopping in front of the door of a simple yard.

This is her last life's home, where she and Lin Huilian lived. The mud road, the fence gate and the yard were pitifully small, but they were her only home.

At this time, the sky has been wiped black, and the moon rises slowly and hangs in the sky.

Wei Luo looked inside. The hall was dark. There was no fire in the kitchen. There was no sound. She had a bad feeling in her heart. She pushed the fence door gently. The door was locked from the outside and could not be opened. Her heart was thumping. She was sure that no one was at home. But it was time for dinner. They were not at home. Where could they go?

Wei Luo thought of the worst possibility. She tightly pressed her lips, her face was tight, her eyes were dim in the night, and she never came to talk with others.

Zhao Xuan stood a few steps away and looked at her quietly. He neither bothered nor asked questions.

At last she moved, looked up, and looked at her neighbor's house. The woman next door pushed open the door and poured water. She came forward, her soft little milk voice was hesitating: ”Madam Do you know where the family has gone? ”

The woman, surnamed Wang, has been a neighbor with Lin Huilian for more than ten years. Aro was familiar with her, and knew that she was an honest and loyal woman, so she decided to ask.

The woman poured out the water and looked at Wei Luo with a wooden basin. There are few outsiders in the remote area of Longshou village, let alone the big families in Shengjing city who come here to find people. Wang Shi has never seen such a little girl dressed like her before. She is just like the people coming out of the painting. She is totally noble and out of place with them.”Madame?”

Wei Luo called again, and Wang's mind returned. Remembering what she had just asked, Gu said to him with a slightly changed expression: ”little girl, what do you want to do with them? They are not at home. ”

Wei Luo continued stubbornly, ”where have they gone?”

Wang recalled what Lin Huilian and Bai Yang had done. Looking at Wei Luo's dress again, he guessed that she was from Shengjing city. For fear of involving herself, he returned to his home and closed the door: ”their daughter is married today. They married their daughter!”

Wei Luo's face was white, and he stared at the wooden door closed in front of him.

The woman's words reminded her of her former self. On the day when I was 15 years old, I put on my big red wedding gown, daubed rouge and gouache for the first time, combed my hair in a bun and dressed beautifully. Lin Huilian and Bai Yang help her out of the house, standing in the distance with familiar villagers, their eyes are complex, there are many kinds of emotions. Pity, pity, pity But no one stood up to stop. The young man who usually courted her was pressed down by his parents and looked at her sadly. Nothing could be done for her.

Then she was taken to the hillside behind the village. Lin Huilian and poplar dug out the coffin, pressed her head, and let her kowtow to a coffin.

These villagers all know that she is not married, she is dead, right? But why didn't anyone help her except Adele?

The more Wei Luo thought about it, the more terrible she felt. Her heart was cold. The stove in her hand didn't warm her. She was still cold.

Wei Luo thought of Adele's current situation, and immediately threw away the cloisonne enamel small hand stove, turned around and ran back to the mountain!

She moves too fast, Zhao Xuan calls out: ”a Luo!”

She couldn't hear. The temperature in her eyes was diluted by the cold wind, leaving only cold.