The girl's crying echoed at the entrance of the village.

She sat in the car, crying her heart out.

This crying is because of sadness, but not that kind of sadness, instead it should be because of joy.

She received Master’s handwritten note, which gave her a new understanding of Master, but also gave her more doubts.

She knew that Master had a past and wanted to explore it, but she didn’t know how. Unexpectedly, Master’s past suddenly appeared before her.

She came to the north to solve the smallpox problem. She was chased by the Golden Guard and had to go north. She was kidnapped. Was all this arranged by fate?

Did the master want her to see his past?

Concerns, everyone has their own concerns, whether they are dead or alive.

Miss Jun just felt uncontrollably sad, and she didn't know what else to do except cry.

Seeing her crying, the surrounding villagers didn't know what to do. Even the village head didn't dare to speak. They rubbed their hands together in embarrassment. "You men, get out of the way." Upon hearing the news, some women gathered and shouted when they saw this scene.

Women have their own way of dealing with other women, so the men breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved aside.

"Ms. Jun, don't cry or be afraid. We really have no ill intentions." The leading woman said softly, "We just want you to come and get vaccinated."

The other women were busy responding with "yeah, yes".

"Why are your hands and feet still tied?"

They said this in a hateful voice, and hurriedly untied Miss Jun's hands and feet, and some of them patted her shoulders.

"This is not the way to ask someone to vaccinate you." The man on the other end felt that the women's words were a bit unreliable and couldn't help but remind them.

The women glared at him and looked at the woman in the lead.

The woman smiled.

"To be honest with you, Miss Jun, it's not convenient for us to go to the provincial capital, so we can only ask Miss Jun to come." She said frankly.

Isn't it more frightening to say this? If someone is inconvenienced, then he is a bad person.

The men frowned and looked at the girl who was sitting in the car with her head raised, eyes closed and mouth open crying, wondering if she would roll on the ground in the next moment. Then they saw Miss Jun stop talking and sit up straight.

"Why is it inconvenient for you to go?" she asked sobbing, looking at the woman in front of her.

It's really scary that she cries when she's told to cry and doesn't cry when she's told not to cry.

The woman was stunned for a moment and then smiled again.

"Because we are soldiers," she said.

Miss Jun tried to read the guilt on her face, but the woman also looked calm and righteous.

"Yes, yes."

"You don't know that soldiers can't enter the city at will."

The other women also spoke up.

Miss Jun burst out laughing, with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, you smiled. It's okay, okay." The women clapped their hands happily.

Is this funny? The men beside him were a little embarrassed. They were laughing at him, right?

Miss Jun covered her mouth and nose with her hands and took a deep breath. Looking at the women in front of her, she felt sad again.

Of course she knew that soldiers could not move at will, but that did not apply here.

But she believed that the woman was not lying. It was really inconvenient for them to enter the city. Was it because they had to conceal their identities or there were other difficulties?

These people were dressed in poverty, and their faces bore the marks of years of hard work.

It is clear that their days are not prosperous.

Miss Jun scanned the men, women and children in front of her one by one, and finally stopped at the face drawn in the military formation diagram drawn by her master.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The man who was asked was a little surprised, but he did not hesitate.

"My name is Xia Yong," he said, "and I'm the village chief here."

Xia Yong, Miss Jun repeated to herself in her heart, then stood up and got out of the car, bowing to him.

"I'm Jun Jiuling," she said, "Nice to meet you."

ah?

This action and words surprised everyone, and Xia Yong was at a loss as to what to do to return the greeting.

"Happy, happy," he said, "We are happy too."

The woman next to her was even happier.

"I'm from Xia Yong's family," she said. "Quick, stop talking here, let's go inside and sit down and talk."

Go home and talk.

This house is also Master’s home.

After so many years, she was finally able to come to Master's home, but Master would never come back.

Miss Jun sniffed hard again and put her hands over her eyes.

Seeing her like this, the people around her fell silent in anxiety, but Miss Jun put her hand down and turned to look at the car.

"My medicine box," she said.

The women looked towards the car.

"Where's the medicine box? Where's the medicine box?" they shouted, urging them to search for it.

The man next to him also hurried forward and took out the medicine box.

"Here, here," he said.

Miss Jun took the medicine box, held it tightly in front of her and took a deep breath.

Master, go home.

"Please, please come in, Miss Jun." Everyone said again.

Miss Jun did not hesitate any longer, she smiled and walked forward. The women gathered around her happily, and the children ran and jumped beside her curiously.

The men were the last to come, and they breathed a sigh of relief at the sight, but some also scratched their heads.

"Why does this scene look a little strange?" he said.

It's like welcoming guests.

"What's so strange about that? He's a guest after all." said another man.

“But, can guests invited like this really consider themselves guests?” the man said, glancing at the car nearby.

There were firewood, grass and ropes, and a knife and an axe hanging under the car.

All the men present were silent for a moment, especially the two men who had kidnapped Miss Jun and recalled what had happened along the way.

"Come to think of it, Miss Jun is really different from ordinary people." They stammered.

"There's nothing strange about this." Xia Yong said, "At this moment, Miss Jun also knows that there is no other way. A wise man is one who knows the current situation. Instead of crying and making a fuss, it's better for her to deal with us properly."

That's right, the men nodded in relief.

"Besides, didn't he say it at the beginning?" Xia Yong suddenly said, "Anyone who can make a product to prevent acne must not be a human."

This sounds like a joke.

But no one laughed. The men who were originally laughing suddenly had complicated expressions, seeming frustrated and angry, and finally fell silent again.

"Okay, let's go home." Xia Yong waved his hand and said, as if he had said nothing, striding forward.

The men also put on their smiles again and continued talking and laughing as if they hadn't heard anything.

…

"Here."

At this moment, in an official room, the general pointed at a picture on the table.

"The group Big Teeth mentioned should be from here."

Lei Zhonglian and Jin Shiba looked at the map.

Lei Zhonglian didn't care, Jin Shiba frowned.

"You call this a map? Can you see anything?" he said.

The general's face flushed.

What time is it that you are still picking and looking down on this? Your master has been kidnapped right under your noses, what can you do?

"This is good enough," he said unhappily, taking a picture of the public image. "Even without looking at this, we know where this place is."

"Is this Zhangqing Mountain?" Jin Shiba didn't bother with the Jieyutu anymore. He looked at the small dots on the picture and the three words written crookedly on it. "So these people are also bandits?"

"They must be bandits," the general said. "Big Teeth said that this group of bandits wanted to seize his Zanhuang Mountain. They sneaked in and invaded many times, and even called themselves soldiers fighting bandits."

At this point, thinking about how he was being played around like a monkey by these mountain bandits and being used as a gun, he suddenly became furious again, his face turned red, and he slapped the table.

The table broke with a sound.

"That's really gutsy."

Note: The chapter name was changed from Xin Qiji's "He Xinlang", "Tingyun". Yuanming has four chapters of "Tingyun" poem, and its preface says: "Tingyun means thinking about relatives and friends."