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Chapter Sixty-Six

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    The cool lips just pressed against each other quietly, without frivolous and warm lingering, almost completely gentle, the bitterness left by the medicine juice flowed and intertwined in the breath, pushing away the faint mist.

    Wen Qian opened her eyes and walked away from his lips, stroking the tired side face with her pale fingers, and asked in a low voice: "Wen Qian, who is not the proud son of heaven, are you still willing to marry?"

    Hearing the sound, Yang Jin lowered his head and leaned against her forehead, as if hitting her lightly with his forehead, then sighed, "What stupid things are you talking about?"

    His voice was hoarse, "Whether you are the proud son of heaven or not, you are the only one I want to marry."

    Wen Qian smiled a little weakly, and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips.

    "Then it's settled. If you have been kissed by me, you will be mine in the future."

    Yang Jin gave a low hum, seemed to remember something, turned his head and took her hand off, and suddenly said, "What about you?"

    "Didn't you say that you are a wild horse, and the deep house and compound can't lock you up?"

    She put her chin on his shoulder, "Did you eavesdrop outside the other day? No wonder you behaved so strangely later." Then she raised her eyebrows and joked, "Isn't this wild horse with a lame hoof, it happened to be easy for you to tie it home  Locked up for a lifetime, isn't it good?"

    ? Yang Jin couldn't smile at all, his brows furrowed even deeper, "I'm serious, Wen Qian."

    "Okay, okay, I got it." Wen Qian restrained her expression, lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and shook his hand with a faint smile, "The wild horses can't be kept in the deep house compound, but it depends on the person."

    "You are different." She put his hand on her heart, "Mustang is willing to let you be locked up."

    Yang Jin looked at her and didn't speak for a long time. He probably didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to look away.

    It is rare for Wen Qian to speak serious love words. Looking at the expression in his eyes, she couldn't help but smile, and whispered in her ear: "I want to watch me dance, and I will dance for you alone in the future. But now  It's a little bit more difficult, can Golden Rooster be independent?"

    The corners of his lips finally loosened. He glanced at her half helplessly and half amusedly, and raised his hand to poke her lightly on the head.

    "Nonsense again drink water, it's getting cold."

    Wen Qian tilted his head cooperatively, drinking the bowl of warm tea and fresh water with his hand, and thought to himself in relief: It's a joke.

    The past two days have been almost indistinguishable.  It was getting dark in a blink of an eye, and soon it was dusk.

    The owner of the log cabin is an elderly man, and he lives alone in the whole yard. There are a few plots of land in front to grow vegetables, and three or two chickens, ducks and lambs in the backyard.

    ?In the wilderness and ridges, there are no villages and shops behind, and the source of everything for basic necessities of life depends on self-sufficiency.

    Yang Jin's own body was already rotten, so he borrowed old clothes from the old man to wear them. Although Wen Qian's dress was not damaged, it was too dirty to look directly at after being washed by sand and dust, but she didn't care about it.  He is stubborn to the extreme, dislikes the roughness of the common clothes and the ugly style, and refuses to change them no matter what.

    Wen Qian's clothes are all in the luggage of Yang's house, it is almost impossible to wear other clothes at the moment, Yang Jin and her stare at each other, and finally compromised, so he sighed and hugged her changed clothes.  Went out to wash.

    The old man sitting in the house eating was holding a bowl, and saw Yang Jin squatting outside the kitchen, lowering his head and rubbing his skirt neatly. The pot in the kitchen was still boiling with hot water, presumably wanting to bathe the woman in the guest room.

    Not long after he finished washing his clothes, the young man came to him again to borrow a charcoal basin, and while watching the water boil, he dried his wet clothes.

    The old man probably lived for decades and had never seen such a couple. They put down the bowls and chopsticks in disbelief, and stood by the kitchen door to watch Yang Jin go about his business.

    ? Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the vegetation is luxuriant but there are few people. Even the roads are overgrown with weeds, as if no one has set foot on it for a long time.  They came out from another cave, and saw that the surrounding scenery was unfamiliar, it didn't seem like it was near Qianfo Mountain, and when they were free, Yang Jin raised his head and asked him, "Old man, do you know how to get to Jinan City?"

    Only now did the old man recover from his act of drying the woman's dress, and he said, "So you are from the city?"

    He immediately wondered: "I haven't seen a living person in this mountain for almost a year. How did you get here?"

    Few people would ask back questions at the same time as he raised the question. Yang Jin paused, and perfunctoryly said: "I got lost this mountain is inaccessible, and the mountain road is not obvious. Could it be that the old man lives in seclusion here?"

    The old man was finally willing to answer, shook his head and said no: "But I guess I'm the only family in this area around a hundred miles away. You, pondered: "Well When I was young, there were not many things to play, and the village did not communicate with the outside world. I didn't have a chance to experience any travel books, songs, dances and operas.

    "At that time, I just followed Lou Yanlang and they jumped up and down in the mountains. The adults were very busy, busy with everything, and only one young uncle was willing to tell us some anecdotes."

    She recalled with some longing, "He talked about everything, ghosts, myths, history, and today's world. Because he is full of poetry and books, everyone respects him, including the patriarch."

    Seeing her fascinated by the past, Yang Jin also smiled gently, and joked: "No wonder you love to tell horror stories so much, the feelings have been absorbed by your ears since childhood?"

    "That's just to tease you." Wen Qian raised his eyebrows, and after laughing, he continued, "Whenever we had dinner at night, the few of us would put on stools and line up to his house to sit and listen to books.

    "He has a good temper, and he always smiles at everyone. He especially likes to talk about Tai/Zu's legend of "expelling the barbarians and restoring the Central Plains" and achieving hegemony. He often tells us that the world is cruel to Tai/Zu  There are constant criticisms of spicy methods, and words such as violence and cruelty are always brought up every time they are mentioned. As everyone knows, a gentle person is invincible.

    "For things like Jiangshan, you must have the will to be invincible and the determination to break the boat, so that you can hold it safely in your hands."

    Hearing these words, Yang Jin was a little surprised. He thought that their family might be Xinglin who lived in seclusion in the mountains, but he couldn't believe that he could have such a unique view on the current situation, "Your uncle really makes sense  .¡±

    "Of course." Wen Qian snorted triumphantly, "He still has a lot to say, I just remember"

    She had a pause here, and then inadvertently remembered that the person who had read poetry and books once said in a low voice when they were dozing off with their chins propped up:

    In this life, because there are many people who cannot be let down, so we have to live well; because there are too many things that cannot be repeated, we should cherish the present.

    Wen Qian vaguely remembered, this was just before the fire.

    The little girl who was only obsessed with the grievances and entanglements in the book didn't take this obscure sentence to heart, but now she recalls it again, she seems to have blown away the accumulated layers of ash, and she suddenly became clear for a moment.

    "Remember what?" Yang Jin was still waiting for her to finish.

    Wen Qian smiled softly, and hugged him with the hand under the quilt, "I don't remember anything."

    "I don't feel any pain anymore, go to sleep."

    Fortunately, the palms of both of them were warm, neither cold nor hot.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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