Chapter 110 I Can't Bear to Watch
Murong Di looked at Su Zhizhi again, feeling that he must have heard it wrong.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'm hungry too and want to eat a bowl."
Su Zhizhi not only brought a wooden spoon for Murong Di, but also brought a small bowl and spoon for herself.
Although she has already eaten dinner, she is very active and gets hungry easily, so she often wants to have a midnight snack.
When she saw Murong Di drinking porridge, she wanted to drink some too.
So she scooped a bowl of porridge herself, and while scooping, she turned around and explained:
"I'll just have a small bowl. There's still plenty in the pot. It won't be enough for you."
Murong Di looked at the little girl walking around restlessly, scooped a small bowl of porridge and put it on the table, then turned around and ran away.
After a while, he came back jogging with a plate of pickles in his hand.
"It tastes better with pickles." Su Zhizhi put some of the pickles into her own bowl and the rest into Murong Di's bowl.
The pickles contained diced meat and pickled vegetables, and they were surprisingly shiny.
Su Zhizhi picked up a piece of diced meat and explained to Murong Di seriously:
"Although we don't like waste in our village, the pickled pork we use is made from ordinary wild boar meat, so you can eat it without worry."
"Oh, thank you." Murong Di didn't understand what not wasting had to do with diced pork, so he responded casually.
Su Zhizhi took a spoonful of white porridge, added a small bite of pickles, put it into her mouth, and ate it with relish.
It seemed like what I was eating was not a bowl of white rice porridge, but some delicious dish.
Murong Di also took a bite of the white porridge and pickles.
The rich flavor of rice mixed with the slightly spicy and salty pickles is just right, and it feels very comfortable in the stomach.
Murong Di then scooped another big mouthful and swallowed it one mouthful after another.
After finishing a full bowl of porridge, he asked:
"Can I have another bowl?"
After receiving Su Zhizhi's affirmative answer, Murong Di went to get a bowl for himself.
When he was drinking the second bowl of porridge, Su Zhizhi said beside him:
"My name is Zhizhi. What's your name? I'm eight years old. Are you several years older than me?"
Murong Di reported the false information without hesitation:
"My last name is Mu, and I'm thirteen years old."
Su Zhizhi: "You just asked about Baiyun County. This is Baiyun County. County Magistrate Song came to the foot of the mountain in our village at noon today. When you have enough strength, you can go find County Magistrate Song."
Murong Di: "Is Magistrate Song kind to the people?"
Su Zhizhi: "I am just a commoner. The last time County Magistrate Song was in the county, he bought me pear soup."
"County Magistrate Song also sent many people to our village. Everyone thinks County Magistrate Song is a good person."
When Su Zhizhi was about to talk about the advantages of County Magistrate Song, Xue Che appeared at the door.
"Zhizhi."
Xue Che looked at Murong Di after he finished speaking, not knowing how to address him.
"Yue... Maybe you're lost? Don't worry, you can rest here. Village Chief Hao will take care of you."
Murong Di looked at the little boy who appeared at the door, and was surprised at first that all the children in this village, both boys and girls, were so handsome.
After taking a closer look, I found it a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.
Murong Di searched carefully in his mind, but couldn't remember it for a moment.
Su Zhizhi asked, "Ache, you, Brother Song, and Aunt Chun stayed at my dad's place for so long. Did you explain what happened?"
"It's said that everything has been explained clearly, but the situation over there with Uncle Hao is a bit..."
"What's going on?"
"I can't bear to watch it."
…
He Yanqing left Chang'an because he had uneasy thoughts in his heart.
If he didn't come to Lingnan in person, he would not be able to eat or sleep at night.
But when he actually left Chang'an, he had no idea whether he could find Pei Lingyun.
After all, twelve years have passed. Even if there were some clues left at the time, they would be difficult to find now.
When he and Murong Di were lost in the mountains and forests, he wondered whether his brother Zixin had experienced the same thing in the past.
They slept in the open and had no food to eat.
Even worse than him.
Because there was a great chaos in Lingnan at that time, as well as famine and plague, people might not even have leaves or roots to eat.
Brother Zixin may have been chased by monkeys or even other wild animals.
He remembered that Brother Zixin was such a noble man. How could he survive after going through all that?
He Yanqing fainted and sank into a vast white illusion.
There was thick fog all around and I couldn't see anything.
He heard someone calling, "He San."
He Yanqing paused slightly.
It's a very familiar voice, but I haven't heard it for a long time.
"He San, it's your turn to write a poem."
"He San."
He Yanqing followed the direction of the sound and passed through the thick fog.
The fog gradually dissipated, revealing a rockery, a pond and an octagonal pavilion.
Several young men sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and writing poetry.
One of the young men was extremely handsome, holding a celadon teacup with a smile on his face.
He Yanqing stumbled over and called out, "Brother Zixin!"
Seventeen-year-old Pei Lingyun saw him, put away the smile on his face, and looked at him coldly:
"Who are you?"
"I'm He San, He Yanqing." He Yanqing called anxiously.
Pei Lingyun suddenly laughed sarcastically:
"The He family? The He family that framed my Pei family?"
"He Yanqing, how dare you come to see me?"
"Seeing my Pei family's building collapse, you can rest easy!"
He Yanqing shook his head and said with red eyes: "No."
"Brother Zixin, I didn't do that. I'm not like that..."
But after all, there are only these two weak excuses.
He wanted to say, "I'm here to help you."
Before he could finish his words, he saw that the brocade on Pei Lingyun's body was stained with blood.
The octagonal pavilion collapsed in an instant, and many people rushed towards Pei Lingyun, tearing his clothes and gnawing at his flesh.
"No--" He Yanqing shouted and tried to push those people away, but he couldn't move and couldn't take a single step forward.
Pei Lingyun, who was torn to pieces and covered in blood in the crowd, stood still, his bone-chilled gaze piercing through the crowd and falling on He Yanqing.
He Yanqing was almost swallowed up by the surging guilt and despair.
He struggled desperately to break free from the invisible restraints on his body... bang!
He Yanqing rolled down from a narrow wooden couch.
Everything in the dream came to an abrupt end.
He lay on his side on the ground, opened his eyes and saw a few table legs, a thick broom standing in the corner, and a bamboo basket by the door.
He Yanqing's first reaction was not that he had been rescued and brought to the farmer's house, but rather a sigh of relief:
"Luckily it was just a dream."
Then, a pair of feet walked up to him.
The feet were wearing black cloth shoes.
Durable and sturdy black cloth shoes without any patterns.
It is the most common type worn by ordinary people.
But the person wearing these shoes is not ordinary at all.
He Yanqing looked up and saw a handsome and elegant face.
His blood froze instantly.
"Son...Son..."
He Yanqing didn't finish his words, and the breath he suddenly took was stuck in his chest.
His eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
Hao Ren: ...
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