readytorunbook Chapter 217: Set off! Save the Outpost
Chapter 217: Set off! Save the Outpost
Hearing this, Jiang Zifang held his chin with his hand and looked up and down at Wen Baixu who was standing in front of him.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me? Doesn't what I said make sense?"
Wen Baixu looked at his strange expression, and for a moment he felt like he was questioning me, but I couldn't do anything about him.
After a moment, the people who were circling around Wen Baixu stopped and stopped at Ling Yun's Shen Ce. They slapped Ling Yun on the shoulder and shouted loudly.
"You are absolutely right. I am just a little surprised why you have never said such meaningful words before."
Wen Baixu rolled his eyes for a moment, while Lingyun, who was slapped by Jiang Zifang, looked at the two of them helplessly...
In the afternoon, the sun shines through the thin clouds, and the golden light shines on the bluestone slabs of the ancient town, warmly awakening the sleeping town. On the quaint streets, the singing in the teahouse echoes in the winding corridors, interweaving with the soft Wu dialect to form a beautiful picture.
People walked out of their homes and walked through the streets with warm smiles on their faces. Some went to the market together, while others strolled alone in the sunshine, enjoying the rare tranquility and comfort. The vendors set up their stalls and shouted one after another. In the misty snow, a lively and quaint picture of city life slowly unfolded.
The mountains in the distance are still majestic, but the snow on the top is melting quietly under the sunshine and seeping into the embrace of the earth. At the foot of the mountain, the stream is gurgling, the spring water is just born, and a few petals are floating on the water, drifting with the waves.
In such an afternoon, time seems to become slow and long, and people's pace of life slows down accordingly. Even the smoke from cooking rises, accompanied by the faint smell of rice. Children chase and play in the alleys, while the elderly sit on bamboo chairs in front of the door, quietly basking in the sun and enjoying the tranquility brought by the years.
In this tranquility, the hustle and bustle of the market is an indispensable landscape. The voices of vendors hawking their wares, the bargaining of customers, and the laughter of children eating candied haws together weave a lively market atmosphere. The dazzling array of goods, from fresh fruits and vegetables to exquisite handicrafts, all attract the attention of passers-by.
The afternoon sun was warm but not scorching, like a pair of gentle hands, gently brushing across every corner. In front of the inn, a pair of slender fingers gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain. The picturesque eyes showed a unique style as they looked at this place and sighed slightly.
“We will be back soon”
A man's voice came from the side of the person by the window. The man who lifted the curtain seemed to have a little struggle in his eyes, but after a moment he became firm, shook his head gently, put down a corner of the curtain, and silently retracted his hand...
The mountains in the distance are shining with warm sunshine, which is so warm and dazzling, but on the other side of the mountains, it is covered with dark clouds, like a ghost town.
"Brother, this is the 200th time we've come back. What should we do? Should I send out a flare? Maybe there's someone nearby..."
The sound of "Gallengle" rang out on the crowded street, and then a calm voice sounded
"This guy is really vicious. He wants everyone in the city to be buried with him. He is going to create a ghost town."
"Now we can't get out, and we can't kill her. If she were a human, I could poison her to death to prevent future troubles."
Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair glanced back at him, looked at his twisted face, turned his head back, and leaned gently on the back of the wheelchair.
"Although doing things without any rules is very much your style, you must remember that this is not our place. Some methods can be used but they cannot be brought out in the open so as not to be discovered by others."
The person standing behind the wheelchair had a strange smile on his face, and his small dimples looked like whirlpools.
The streets were brightly lit, and everyone was rushing to and fro. The people in the shops seemed to be waiting for a big fish instead of money, which was strange.
The two brothers walked on the street as usual, and in a moment, the lights on the street went out, just like a ghost market. When the sun rises, the lights go out, and when the lights go out, people disperse, and when people disperse, it means that fog is coming.
"Yuan Sui, release the puppet, we should go back"
"Yes"
The man nodded devoutly, and then he took out a thing from his arms and gently touched its head. Then the dead thing came alive in his hand, jumped a few times, and ran into the mist...
The spring breeze blows, and everything comes back to life. Amid the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the carriage sets off on a winding path. The scenes along the way are like a series of flowing paintings, making people feel relaxed and happy. The branches gently sway their tender green branches, as if they are the messengers of spring, announcing the arrival of warmth to the world. The flowers bloom in a riot of colors, with red, yellow, and purple intertwined together, like a rainbow from the sky falling on the ground, making people dazzled.
As we walked deeper, a quiet town came into view. Pedestrians walked leisurely on the quaint stone bridge, and occasionally vendors carried their loads and hawked fresh fruits and vegetables. Deep in the alley, the sound of pots and pans came, and smoke from every household rose, interweaving into a warm picture of life.
The faces of the residents in the town were filled with warm smiles. They were either gathered in groups of three or four to chat or busy at work. Children were chasing and playing in the streets, and laughter filled the whole town. The elderly sat on the stone steps in front of their doors, basking in the sun and enjoying the good old days.
In a corner of the town, I saw a group of women sitting together, weaving baskets, chatting and laughing as they shared their daily lives. An old man sat beside them, singing an ancient folk song in a melodious voice, which was full of the vicissitudes of life and the sweetness of life.
The pace of life in the small town is slow and harmonious. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, only people's love and cherishment for life. I continued to move forward, my heart full of yearning for this peace and beauty, and the warm spring sun seemed to be guiding me in the direction of progress.
Although this town is quiet and beautiful, it is also a front station. Although Wen Baixu likes the atmosphere here very much, he has to step forward to break this tranquility.
"Hello, sisters. I..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the women who had gathered secretly glanced at him and then hurriedly dispersed, as if they had seen something dirty.
"Am I ugly?"
Wen Baixu looked back at the little girl behind him with an expression of disbelief, while the girl looked around solemnly and nodded heavily.