In the dead of night, the two of them drank a lot of water but were not full at all, and instead had a lot of urine to hold in.
Inside the cubicle, Qingyin listened to the two people running back and forth to the toilet in the east room and a fox-like smile appeared on her face.
In the evening, Qingyin was not sleepy at all, and happily listened to the noises in the east room.
It wasn't until late at night that the activity in the east room stopped, and Qingyin heard the voices of Lin's father and He's mother.
Mother He: "Honey, I feel like there's something wrong with this second daughter. Today, she cooked all the cured pork in the house and didn't leave any for us. Do you think she's up to something and is doing it on purpose?"
He's mother's doubtful voice reached Qingyin's ears, and in the darkness, Qingyin gave a sarcastic smile.
You idiot, you big idiot, she didn't do it on purpose, she did it intentionally.
After a long while, Qingyin finally heard the voice of her usually quiet and honest father at home: "No matter what, once the Hu family drags Er Yatou away tomorrow morning, we'll leave it alone."
"Remember, don't let Er Yatou find out. Tomorrow morning, gag her and lock her in her room."
"Ah, the head of the household is the smartest."
...
The few words revealed Lin's father's sinister scheming. Qingyin's eyes were obscure. He's mother was never the most scheming or strategist. How could Peach Blossom Village believe that the most honest man in the village, who had a shrewish wife, would be the mastermind who suggested selling the eldest daughter into a brothel and then the second daughter?
Qingyin closed her eyes halfway. In the middle of the night, Qingyin opened her eyes, packed a simple bundle, two sets of worn-out clothes to change into, and the copper coins that the original owner had hidden, and walked towards the cave in the back mountain.
Tonight is a moonlit night, the moonlight unusually bright, casting a beacon of hope on the frail girl, preventing her from going completely blind.
In the darkness, Duan Heng was awakened by the scattered noises outside.
Just as he had picked up the dagger hidden behind his back and was carefully watching the movements coming from the bushes outside, a familiar, dark head appeared. With the moonlight shining through the cave entrance, it was enough for Duan Heng to recognize the person who had come.
Duan Heng: "..."
Qingyin grinned and smiled slightly: "Good morning!"
After a while, the girl stood in the moonlight, carrying a package, her large, clear almond-shaped eyes seemingly shining: "Duan Heng, my parents are going to sell me to a man who has beaten several wives to death. Please take me with you!"
...
At the foot of the mountain, Duan Heng, for some unknown reason, changed his mind and left Emin Mountain in the middle of the night with a village girl.
Perhaps the moonlight was too bright, my mind wasn't clear, or I was pressed for time... Anyway, it wasn't because of some pretty village girl.
In the early hours of the morning, as dawn broke, the brilliant sunrise, disdainful of its own light, generously shone upon this land.
Qingyin has gained some weight in the past two days and is no longer as terribly thin as she was when she first arrived.
A village girl who has spent her whole life in the mountains is always curious about everything outside.
A slender, dark-skinned girl ran happily ahead, occasionally turning back with a bright smile: "Duan Heng, why are you so slow? You're like a big snail."
The fair-skinned, handsome man seemed to have no interest in the dark-skinned, thin girl. He continued walking on his own, having now figured out the girl's habits.
No matter what he does, the girl will always find a million reasons to criticize him. On the contrary, if he does nothing, the girl will lose interest in continuing to talk about him.
However, based on his experience, no matter how energetic a village girl who grew up in the mountains is, she can't match him, a man who knows martial arts.
Before long, Duan Heng saw that the once lively and curious girl had become listless and walked at a slower pace, eventually landing beside him.
A hesitant, complaining voice rang out: "How much longer until Duan Heng gets to town?"
Two hours.
"So far?"
"Um."
"I'm so tired, Duan Heng, I don't want to walk anymore."
Duan Heng stopped and looked helplessly at the girl who had fallen ten meters behind him.
He was always at a loss with this ignorant, greedy, shameless village girl who also had one more flaw—laziness. Sometimes Duan Heng would even wonder if he owed this village girl something in his past life, so he had to repay her in this life.
He sighed, stepped back and squatted down next to the slow-walking girl. "Come on up, Lin Erhua, how can there be such a lazy woman like you in this world?"
Qingyin snorted and continued walking slowly.
Duan Heng blocked her way, took a step forward with her, and laughed, "Alright, if you're not lazy, then I'll be! Do you want me to carry you? It's still two hours to town."
Qingyin glared at him and said fiercely, "Then why don't you squat down! Don't you have any manners?"
Duan Heng: "..."
"Alright, alright, Miss Lin, please get on my back." The man obediently squatted down with his back to her.
A warm body pressed against her. The man instinctively turned his head away uncomfortably, which startled Qingyin. She thought the man was going to throw her down, so she hugged the man's neck tightly with both hands.
A faint, unidentified fragrance slowly wafted into the man's nose; it smelled wonderful, and he couldn't help but sniff it.
At such close range, it's quite obvious where the fragrance is coming from.
The man's ears turned red. "Lin Erhua, if you squeeze any tighter, you'll strangle me!"
Qingyin pouted, feeling guilty, she subconsciously loosened her grip and muttered softly, "Where would I get that much strength? How could a grown man like you be strangled to death by a weak woman like me?"
Duan Heng, with his sharp ears, faintly heard a few men's words: "Are you cursing me? Lin Erhua, you're on my back right now, don't think I can't hear what you're saying."
Qingyin covered her mouth guiltily, no longer daring to secretly curse him.
Sensing the honesty of the person on his back, the man with his back to the girl smiled slightly.
More than an hour later, Qingyin felt that the man's clothes were damp with sweat. She was surprised that Duan Heng had been carrying her for so long. Qingyin obediently fanned Duan Heng with her hand. "Duan Heng, if you can't do it, we're almost there. Why don't you put me down and walk for a while?"
Duan Heng's face darkened: "I know martial arts, so carrying a weak woman like you is more than enough for me."
Qingyin secretly complained to herself that Duan Heng was too concerned about saving face. Perhaps it was Qingyin's overly quiet demeanor that made Duan Heng doubt whether the girl believed him.
The man silently increased his speed.
The journey, which took half an hour, was reduced to ten minutes; the man had clearly exerted all his strength.
Having exhausted all his strength to carry the girl to the vicinity of town, Duan Heng stopped and put her down.
"You go in first and wait for me at the door. I'll be right in."
"good."
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