What Cao Wo said is not without reason.
Xie Yinren is indeed Su Ran's "wife". When the wife takes control, the husband naturally stands by and enjoys the "Yinren moment". Not everything requires the husband to be at the forefront. Sometimes it's also good to be behind his wife, isn't it?
However, once it is confirmed that she is Aunt Luo's granddaughter, the relationship between the two will become complicated.
It's very complicated.
In the rain, the crisp sound of tinkling bells echoed in my ears. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bridge. A woman, clad in a white dress and silver jewelry, adorned her delicate figure, her skin appearing remarkably pale in the rain. Holding an umbrella, she walked across the bridge, her long, white legs taking each step, unconsciously revealing all her charm.
The first time Cao Wo saw Xie Yinren appear at this highlight moment, and then he looked at the other three beauties around her, wondering what exciting identities they had. At this moment, Cao Wo finally understood why the class monitor was not interested in those equally graceful senior sisters in the school. It was simple, the class monitor didn't want you to be beautiful or have a good figure. This was not the class monitor's XP. What he wanted was the personality, the tough personality with a completely different style behind the beautiful girl.
The Miao Saint is very nice.
Girls from the Western Regions are very mysterious.
Chongqing girls are very hot.
Girls in Shanghai are very fashionable.
The girl with ancient style understands romance.
The cheongsam is familiar to people's hearts.
I am a winner in life. Su Ran actually feels that he is a miserable person. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at them for not seeing through me. They are the ones who will ride on Su Ran's head and suffocate him to death if they have a disagreement with him.
From the expressions of the villagers at present, it can be seen that Xie Yinren, who has not been seen for half a year, is still an irreplaceable belief in their hearts. After all, they have not seen each other since that night. After calming down, everyone will reflect on it, and will miss her as time goes by. After all, Xie Yinren is a child that the whole village holds in their hands for fear of dropping her, and holds in their mouths for fear of melting her, and has raised her little by little since childhood.
Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?
What moved them most was that Xie Yinren came back at this moment, just like every time the village was about to flood, she would come back to persuade everyone to take shelter in a safe place.
She walked over step by step under everyone's gaze, passing by her best friend, glancing at Su Ran, and then stopping by Aunt Luo. Aunt Luo wanted to say something, but Xie Yinren nodded slightly, indicating that she would talk later. She then passed by Cao Wo, whom she didn't recognize, and ignored him. Finally, she stopped in front of Uncle Niu: "Uncle Niu..."
"Hey!" Uncle Niu nodded and wanted to ask her how she had been doing in the past six months, but the words were stuck in his throat. After all, it was Xie Song who set himself on fire and asked the villagers to let his granddaughter Yin Ren go. He was too embarrassed to ask now.
Xie Yinren glanced at the familiar faces and nodded to Liu Gan. Liu Gan avoided Xie Yinren and sighed. In the final analysis, he admitted in his heart that his granddaughter was indeed not as good as Yinren, because from the moment Xie Yinren came out, he understood that the villagers did not say it, but in their hearts they only recognized Xie Yinren. This was not only because all the villagers raised her since childhood, but also according to the thousands of years of tradition in their village, Xie Yinren was the rightful saint. Alas... he sighed, and it suddenly became clear. Perhaps from today, this thousands of years of saint system would end and withdraw from the stage of history forever, and Xie Yinren would be the last saint.
Xie Yinren said in his usual tone, "The weather is too bad right now. We should get everyone to a safe place as soon as possible. If a flash flood occurs, our village will be finished. Everyone's lives will be threatened. Let's move together, okay?"
"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison. Ah Lu's words were nothing compared to Xie Yinren's. Everyone has faith. But Ah Lu lacks charisma; only Xie Yinren has it!
"I'll go back and get my clothes."
"I'll go back and get the quilt."
"Yin Ren, I made your favorite glutinous rice cake. Wait for me to bring it to you."
The villagers showed their simple smiles, as if they were making up for something. They ran back home to pack up their things and stuffed all the food that Xie Yinren liked to eat into her hands, as well as the new seedling clothes prepared for her. They talked and laughed as they moved to the high slope shelter bay, which was also the "safe haven" chosen by Yinren in the past. Whenever there was bad weather, they would take shelter here. Today was no exception. Xie Yinren called on everyone to come here as usual and helped to set up tents for everyone. Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that all the preparations were done, but Xie Yinren was not there.
The crowd searched for a long time but could not find any trace of them.
No one knew when she left. Before anyone could say a word, she was gone.
"Where are the Yin people? Where are the Liu Gan Yin people?"
Uncle Aniu asked while shaking Liu Gan who was holding Mu Na.
"She's gone and she's not coming back."
Liu Gan, wearing a straw raincoat, stood on the hilltop, gazing at the jungle at the exit. He said nothing, clutching tightly in his hand the letter Xie Yinren had given him. The letter had been soaked by the heavy rain, and although the handwriting was blurry, the words were still legible: "Uncle Liu Gan, thank you to all the villagers for taking care of me from childhood to adulthood and supporting my education. Farewell."
I have to thank you because you don’t know who you are when you go out, and you have been taking care of him since he was a child.
The farewell was because her mother died here and she could never come back.
I have fulfilled my duty as a saint, and there will be no further connection between them from now on.
"Alas... Actually, it was her mother who set herself on fire to save Qin Ping'an. Otherwise, the villagers would not have let Qin Ping'an off for desecrating the saint. Xie Song went to put out the fire. Ha..." Liu Gan shook his head, "He asked me to send Qin Ping'an out of the village. Alas... As for Yin Ren, it was completely my and Xie Song's stubborn thinking that kept her from her... We were wrong, we were all wrong..."
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The water on the way out of the mountain was too fierce, so no one took the water route. Instead, they walked along the shore under the leadership of Xie Yinren. As they walked, Xie Yinren kept looking back, always feeling that someone was watching her from behind. When she looked back, the only thing she saw in the jungle behind her was the shaking trees.
Xie Yinren's heart was gripped.
As if knowing who it was.
Maybe he didn't die and took one last look at his granddaughter.
Su Ran: "What's wrong?"
Xie Yinren: "No, nothing."
Su Ran: "Let's go."
Xie Yinren took another look and turned away.
When they reached the ferry, everyone brushed the dirt off their hands and breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally made it out. Only Xie Yinren stood there, gazing at the woods, at a certain overgrown area. He knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times, and whispered, "Goodbye, Aung."
The Great Luo of All Worlds
There were two movements in the grass.
Flowers resemble Yin, willows resemble Yin. Flowers and willows, youth and people part, bow their heads and shed tears.
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