The eyes of the old man stared at the wooden box in his hand, full of longing and affection.
He walked up to Ye Qingluo.
Put the wooden box in your hand on the wooden table.
The wooden box looked very delicate and very clean.
It can be seen that the old man often looks through this wooden box.
The contents of the wooden box.
It is also the obsession that has supported him until now.
With wrinkled hands, the old man opened the wooden box tremblingly.
In the wooden box, put a few small things.
There are two scrolls.
The old man picked up one of the scrolls.
His fingertips trembled slightly.
Ye Qingluo didn't urge her, nor did she make any noise to disturb her.
After a while, the old man slowly put the scroll on the table.
"This is the only portrait of the old woman... before she went to the city to find her son... the only portrait drawn for her by a young couple passing by..." The old man's voice was a little choked up.
The yellowed picture scroll opened bit by bit.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the village.
The villagers who had just been called away by the old man ran back quickly one by one: "Old Cha! Collect your things quickly, those people are here again!"
The old man paused when he opened the scroll.
The expression on his face also became extremely ugly.
He quickly put away the scroll and put it in the wooden box.
"Run, run, run! Why are you running! Are you still learning how to behave?!"
A rough voice came from a distance.
I saw a group of people, about 40 or 50 people, marching into Bujia Village.
A few men who were walking in front of the road, wearing strange black clothes, short jackets, tight-fitting trousers, and black belts embroidered with weird patterns, raised their feet and kicked the villagers who ran over. past.
The villagers are all ordinary people, and they are all old.
After being kicked like this, Dang Lian fell to the ground, screaming in pain, unable to move.
The men laughed and walked all the way to the tea shed.
"Young people, you guys... you look for a chance and run away! These people are not good people!" Cha Lao looked at those people, and lowered his voice with a heavy face.
these people…
Just to plunder the resources of Bujia Village and kill innocent people indiscriminately
Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes slightly, taking a panoramic view of the forty or fifty people.
The clothes of these people are weird and extremely familiar.
If she remembers correctly.
This costume is almost the same as the Miao patriarch she saw in Zhanwang Mansion.
It's just that the clothes of the Miao patriarch are obviously more luxurious.
In other words, these people are all Miao people.
Why did the Miao people come to harass the villagers of Bujia Village
Still using such cruel means
The person they are looking for... who is it
"Run? Where do you want to go? Cha Lao, who else do you want to run under my nose?"
Those of the Hmong split a path.
A middle-aged man about forty years old walked out of it.
Ye Qingluo could tell from the man's clothing and lines.
This person is in this group of Miao people.
highest status.
If you guessed right.
This person should be an elder of the Miao nationality.
Sure enough, the next moment, Cha Lao suppressed his anger and said: "Miao San Elder, you just want to find someone from Bujia Village, this young couple just passed by Bujia Village, and they are going to Shengquan to ask for a child, why are you aggressive! "
Third Elder Miao laughed a few times.
He walked directly to the tea shed, and sat down at the next table at Yeqingluo very naturally.
He glanced at Ye Qingluo and Gu Jingyu disdainfully, and paused for a moment when his gaze fell on Gu Jingyu.
However, he quickly turned his head arrogantly.
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[People are outside, this is written with a claw machine, I am not used to claw machine code words, if there is a typo, the babies will catch the bug, and I will change it on the computer when I get home, okay?]