Shayin Village, 40 years old, May 22, 1:30 p.m.
Old man He Yan stuffed the broken thread pocket watch into his arms. There were pockets sewn on the inside of the windproof white robe, so there was no need to worry that the pocket watch would fall into the sand.
After the incident of a white haired boy suddenly jumping out of the ground just now, more than 70 clansmen behind He Yan began to gather around him, asking for help, saying, "Are you all right, clan leader?", "Are you scared, clan leader?", and "Are you going to have a rest, clan leader?", Such greetings annoyed him.
"All right! Is it over? Am I too old to be moved by such a thing? Is it because I'm old that you elected me to be the head of the clan!? Don't say a word, go back and watch the goods, and we will enter Loulan immediately!"
He Yan, the old man, changed his leisurely attitude, instead, he used an extremely tough attitude to suppress everyone's worries and greetings, and took the initiative to withdraw his clansmen and let them return to their jobs.
Little Huimina, who had been looking at Loulan in front of her, was still immersed in the fact that her brother had left without telling her, until his grandfather, He Yan, shouted in his ears.
"Huimina! What are you thinking, like losing your soul? Come on!" He Yan said seriously.
"Ah? That... yes! I'll come right away!"
Huimina slapped the camel's hump, rubbed the camel's belly with her short legs, pursed her plump mouth, and looked solemn like a heroine riding a horse, driving away tigers and swallowing wolves.
Old man He Yan looked back at his angry granddaughter and said helplessly, "Little Huimina, do you use camels as horses?"
Six year old Huimina gave a cold grunt, used the awkward feeling she had learned from a boy of the same age in the past few days, and said to her grandfather He Yan, "Mind me!"
"Ah..."
Old man He Yan sighed slightly and took down the cow skin water bag containing wine from the waist button.
He poured a mouthful of wine. The best sake was bought for tens of thousands of yuan. It was valuable, but it could not buy a drunk.
The old man knew that life's encounter and departure were always unexpected, which made people unprepared.
In the days when you most want to be with someone, you haven't had time to get drunk with that person once and say a love word, then that person will leave quietly or resolutely.
It's a pity, isn't it?
"That child will come back again," old man He Yan said to Huimina.
"What?" Huimina asked anxiously. "Really, Grandpa?"
"Ah, really..."
He Yan's bitter mouth forced out a gentle smile.
"God won't let the person you miss disappear day and night. If you sincerely remember a person, you will meet him again one day. Don't deceive you."
Huimina smiled, her face brimming with inexplicable happiness.
Old man He Yan touched the pocket watch in his white robe. He had never felt so strongly that what he said was reality. Today, when his lover died for many years and his children died one after another, he told his granddaughter such a lie.
In the vast caravan, a man saw and heard all this.
"God won't let those you miss disappear day and night?"
At the rear of the caravan, an ordinary looking young man in a black robe sat on the goods in a wooden cart. He carefully chewed the words and said to himself: "God won't let the person you miss day and night disappear because you have been missing him, so he has been living in your heart. Well, it's very simple, but it's very flexible. It's especially suitable for comforting some little girls who are not sensible but like romanticism. What a cunning leader of the caravan. "
The strange young man said that and suddenly laughed: "God can't let people forget their loved ones, but maybe I can."
The young man looked up at the burning sun on his head, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and three sickle shaped black pupils appeared in it, followed by an evil smell that ordinary people could not detect.
This is a pair of kaleidoscope wheel writing eyes that have never existed.
"In a thousand years, I didn't expect that her power could generate so many strange people, things and things. It's really... I don't know what to say."
The young man muttered to himself in a tone of vicissitudes, as if full of curiosity and incomprehension about the world, even with a little shame.
"I... will clean up the mess."
When the young man finished speaking, he put away the kaleidoscope wheel eye and resumed his ordinary appearance.
He looked at Old Man He Yan at the front of the caravan with ordinary eyes and said softly, "I didn't expect to meet such a good young man when I came to Loulan this time. It's just that he is a little older, but..."
"I am too old to die to speak of others, hehe."
The young man claimed to be immortal, and then he really talked like an old man, saying: "What a good young man, the soul not controlled by reincarnation... There are not many souls not controlled by reincarnation in this world except the ghosts and monsters in the country of ghosts."
"Maybe I should contact him, confess something to him and let him make a choice."
"For a thousand years, I'm tired..."
"Before I lose all my patience, I have to finish what I should do. It seems that I need to seriously look for some good candidates."
With that, the young man jumped down from the goods.
He wore a black robe, but did not hide his face. He passed him along the route of He Yan's caravan. At the same time, he walked calmly up the desert like an old man drinking tea and walking birds with his back hands.
There were more than 70 people in the caravan, including nearly a thousand camels, but no one or any creature noticed him.
Maybe someone happened to turn his head to see him, but this strange young man opened the kaleidoscope wheel eye to look back at the past in an instant. Then, the unlucky guy turned his head and froze like a fool for a few seconds. When he came back, he didn't know why he turned his head. There was nothing strange around.
The sun shines on the head and the ground is covered with yellow sand. One person alone is better than countless.
If there really is the so-called peerless style in the world, then this strange young man walking on the desert with his back and hands deserves this good reputation - although no one knows.
The leisurely pace seems to be slow, but in fact, in more than ten seconds, it has already crossed kilometers.
Under the brilliant sun, a little boy with short white hair on the edge of Loulan walked limply to another cold boy with a face covered and arrogant silver hair.
Of course, there was a strong man falling from the sky on the body of that cold white haired boy.
The man looked less than 30 years old. On his face, he wore a pair of iron plates that were long enough to protect both sides of his face. The sign of Muye Ninja Village was also printed on his forehead.
The white haired boy with soft body came up to them, and some gloated and patted the cold little face of the silver haired boy who was pressed by the adult man.
"Run, you run? I told you not to run so fast, but you didn't listen!" The white haired boy said with a smile.
It can be seen that at a young age, this gentleman has good qualifications to become a villain.
Of course, it's the "villain" who can't live for one episode.