"I was quite tired last night, so I slept okay. I don't feel whether the bed is hard or not." Xi Ying matched Mo Xiao's look and lowered her eyes.
Mo Xiao lowered his eyes and took a sip of porridge with a spoon.
"I really envy you young people for having such a good sleep. I can't help but feel so squeamish even when I'm old. I think when I was young, even if I slept in a tent on uneven ground with pebbles, I would be so squeamish. You can fall asleep in just a few seconds." Bai Gang sighed, recalling the glorious past.
"Uncle Wu, hurry up and eat, otherwise the porridge will be cold later."
"Oh, okay, okay." Bai Gang was urged by Xi Ying. Instead of feeling that he was being controlled, Bai Gang looked very pleased.
He has no children, only Bai Rou by his side, and he has long regarded Bai Rou as his daughter.
Being able to get the care of your daughter is the most touching thing as a father.
Because this proves that when children grow up, they will care about others.
Bai Gang took a bite of the bun and said vaguely: "After we finish eating, we will go out for a walk and see the situation in this village."
His words were cryptic, but both Xi Ying and Mo Xiao knew what he meant.
On the surface, I said I was going out to see the situation in the village, but in fact, I just wanted to see where the thousand-year-old ancient tombs of Qingguo were.
After all, Bai Gang has a map of the ancient tomb in his hand. As long as he follows the location coordinates displayed on the map, he can find the ancient tomb.
Hearing Bai Gang's words, Xi Ying glanced at Mo Xiao subconsciously.
And Mo Xiao's eyes also looked towards her.
There was no objection in his eyes.
"Yeah." Mo Xiao responded.
*
This small village is just like an ordinary rural village.
Each household is a separate small house. Some families raise chickens and ducks, and some families seem to be richer and have built two buildings without raising livestock.
Crops are planted in the fields, and from time to time you can see people working hard in the fields.
Bai Gang held the mobile phone in his hand, and from time to time he zoomed in and out of the photo in the mobile phone to look at it, and then compared it with the road ahead.
Xi Ying and Mo Xiao followed him one after another, Xi Ying in front and Mo Xiao behind.
But the distance between the two people is not very far, only about half a meter.
So no matter which one of them speaks, the other party can hear it.
"Did you dream about something last night?" Xi Ying asked softly without turning her head.
"Yes." Mo Xiao responded dullly again.
Then there was a long silence.
"...What were you dreaming about?" Xi Ying could only ask again.
"It's true." Mo Xiao always spoke so illogically.
If Xi Ying didn't have good IQ and reflexes, she really wouldn't be able to communicate with Mo Xiao.
"I know it's true. The wound on my ankle is still there. But what I find strange is that last night I couldn't walk on my own because of the injury on my ankle. But now look at me, I don't walk like a normal person." No difference. The key is that I didn't feel any pain at all, as if the wound was suffered a long time ago."
Xi Ying's words made Mo Xiao's eyes move downward.
She was wearing an ankle-length dress today.
Under the swing of the long skirt, the wounds on her ankles were faintly visible.
If you don't stare carefully, there is really no way to find it.