The two of them stayed in the yard for a while. It was really boring. Ye Rong turned to look at Shen Yanqing: "Mr. Shen, how about we go out for a walk?"

Shen Yanqing glanced at her and nodded in agreement.

It didn't rain much last night, and now the water on the road has frozen.

Ye Rong put his hands in his pockets and walked along the road.

The villagers only stared at the stranger for a moment. The village was small, and the whole village knew about the stranger soon.

Ye Rong walked on the stones with his head down, keeping an eye on the front.

When she got closer, she saw a big wolfdog. She was immediately startled and subconsciously hid in the direction of Shen Yanqing.

The big wolfhound just sniffed the stranger's scent and left.

Ye Rong breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

"Are you afraid of dogs?"

Hearing Shen Yanqing's words, Ye Rong realized that she was holding Shen Yanqing's arm tightly and quickly let go.

"I'm afraid it's a large dog that I'm not familiar with." Ye Rong replied: "It looks too majestic and has too much momentum."

A little girl who didn't even dodge the explosion of a gun shell just now jumped directly behind him. Shen Yanqing said with a smile: "It's still worse than a shell."

Ye Rong: “…”

What is your connotation?

In the end, Ye Rong carefully did not respond and pretended not to hear it.

The village was not big, and it only took about ten minutes to walk from one end to the other. When the two were walking back, they suddenly saw a few older children beating a child who looked only four years old in the open space in front of a house not far away. Ye Rong could not understand a few words of the dialect they spoke, but she knew they were swear words.

The child held back his tears and dared not cry out loud.

There were no adults around, so Ye Rong frowned and walked forward: "What are you doing?"

Seeing the adults coming, the older children didn't take Ye Rong seriously when they caught a glimpse of her, but they immediately scattered when they saw the man behind Ye Rong.

Ye Rong helped the child who had fallen to the ground up and said, "Kid, where is your home? Can I take you back?"

The child looked at Ye Rong with tears in his eyes and pointed in a direction.

At this moment, the child also noticed Shen Yanqing and subconsciously hid behind Ye Rong.

Ye Rong leaned over and picked up the child: "Don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person."

The child didn't make a sound, but Shen Yanqing didn't get too close, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

When they were almost at the child's home, Shen Yanqing did not go forward, but waited for her under a persimmon tree not far away.

Ye Rong put the child down and reached out to push open the half-open door.

Before entering the house, Ye Rong suddenly heard the sound of iron chains in the house. She stopped and asked, "Child, do you have a dog at home?"

The child stepped into the house and looked back at her: "It's not a dog, it's mom."

……What?

Ye Rong was stunned immediately.

Later, she saw a scene that Bibi would never forget.

The messy room was filled with a pungent smell. Next to a small wooden bed, a woman was tied with an iron chain like a dog.

The woman's hair was disheveled and her skin was dirty because she was often exposed to the sun, not like that of a woman who often works. Her eyes were dull and she was smiling foolishly, not knowing what she was stuffing into her mouth.

The children are already accustomed to this picture and scene, and don't think there is anything wrong with it.

"Child, this... is your mother?" Ye Rong's voice was a little difficult.

The child nodded: "Yeah."

When she heard the noise, the woman looked up, and when she saw Ye Rong, the thing in her hand fell to the ground, and she screamed, "Ahhh."

Just when Ye Rong thought that the woman had lost the ability to speak, the woman walked towards Ye Rong, pulling the chain with a rustling sound, and grabbed Ye Rong's hand.

"...Are you new here?" The woman's pupils dilated, as if she had seen something terrible. She pushed Ye Rong towards the door frantically, "Go... Run away..."

Her words were out of tune, and her throat was hoarse like a broken bellows. If you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't even make out what she was saying. She didn't have a strong accent, it wasn't a dialect, but standard Mandarin.

Ye Rong stared blankly at the woman in front of her, and was pushed back towards the door by her. However, due to the chains, the woman soon could not push anymore.

"What are you arguing about! You bitch deserve to be punished!" A man's voice came from the inner room. He was very angry. He lifted the curtain and walked out. He saw Ye Rong standing in the room at a glance and was stunned for a moment.

"You're not here to shoot a video, either?" The man pulled the chain hard to pull the woman back from the ground, and gave Ye Rong a simple smile: "My wife didn't scare you, did she?"

Ye Rong shook her head: "...I'm not here to take a video. Your family was crying just now. I just sent him back."

The man's gaze in front of her made her feel uncomfortable, but Ye Rong didn't care about the way he looked at her. She looked at the face of the woman chained by irons and finally realized why she looked familiar. She looked at the man and said, "Is this your wife?"

"Yes, she is a crazy woman. She runs around without being tied up and you can't find her. She won't behave even if you beat her." The man said this without any concern.

"..." Ye Rong looked at the woman who was trembling with fear, her breathing stagnant, "I'm leaving first."

"Why are you walking so fast? Sit down and have a cup of tea." As he said that, the man stood up to pour her some water.

"No need, someone is waiting for me outside." Ye Rong refused without thinking.

Just as she walked out of the door, Ye Rong bumped into someone. The other person had the familiar smell of ebony mixed with a hint of tobacco. Her tense body relaxed instantly.

At the same time, footsteps quickly caught up with him: "Why are you leaving? I just want to have a cup of tea..."

Chen Yanqing reached out and embraced the little girl whose heartbeat and breathing were a little rapid, and looked at the man who chased out with cold eyes: "Do you want me to go in and drink with you?"

The other party's tone was not very strong. Under those eyes, the man froze in place and dared not act presumptuously.

“No, no need…”

The author has something to say: Good night.

This part of the story has to be written continuously, and I will continue to update it tomorrow = =