"Brother Zhang, since the River God is so powerful and efficacious, why don't you worship him now?"
Ning Huanxin's words made Zhang Xiao freeze.
He clutched the wine glass in his hand tightly, because he kept his head lowered. Ning Huanxin could not see his expression, but she could see that the veins in his hand holding the wine glass were exposed. From this, it can be seen that now Zhang Xiao was very excited.
"River God?"
After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his head.
Ning Huanxin saw that his eyes were red.
"Little girl, do you believe there are gods in this world? Since gods accept offerings and incense from humans, shouldn't they all be compassionate?"
If there are gods, they should be compassionate.
Zhang Xiao's eyes were deep and complicated, full of bottomless sadness: "More than twenty years ago, a big event happened here in the village. Since then, no one dared to worship the river god anymore, even... They didn't even have the courage to approach the river. Because they had offended the river god, and the price of offending the gods was very expensive, so expensive that even human lives could not afford to pay for it."
The man's sad voice echoed in Ning Huanxin's ears.
Ning Huanxin turned the wine glass in her hand, hesitated for a while, and drank the wine in one gulp.
She had noticed that when Zhang Xiao mentioned the past of more than twenty years ago and mentioned the River God, he said "them" instead of "us".
So it can be seen that in his heart or subconscious, he is not the same as the villagers in Zhangjia Town, and he may even disapprove of what happened many years ago.
Let’s take a bolder guess. Li Yan could be said to be the most beautiful girl in the two villages back then. So what kind of man would be liked by her
And also made her willing to have a lifelong private life with that man
Everyone in the village believed in the existence of the River God, but Li Yan didn't believe it at all. It could be seen that her thoughts were completely different from other girls of the same age in the village.
This is most likely the influence from that man, so—
"Zhang Xiao, do you remember Li Yan?"
Ning Huanxin suddenly raised her head and asked coldly.
"Wow"
The wine glass in Zhang Xiao's hand fell on the table, and the wine spilled all over the table.
He widened his eyes and looked at Ning Huanxin in disbelief.
Zhang Xiao couldn't say a word at this time, but his expression and posture made the answer to that question self-evident.
Ning Huanxin lowered her head, put the wine glass away again, and poured another glass of wine for Zhang Xiao.
She did not continue to ask, let alone ask Zhang Xiao if he was Li Yan's man.
She just handed the wine glass to Zhang Xiao again and said lightly: "I saw you went to visit her grave. That box of rouge... was it you bought it for her?"
It was an old brand from a long time ago, and Ning Huanxin also knew that that brand was no longer available.
But Zhang Xiao had it in his hand. Maybe he bought it many years ago and kept it, or maybe he bought a lot before that brand went bankrupt and kept it for himself.
No matter what the possibility is, Ning Huanxin is willing to believe that Zhang Xiao and Li Yan truly love each other.
He missed her day after day, year after year.
"She loved that smell, that smell of rouge."
Zhang Xiao finally spoke at this time.
Ning Huanxin was finally lucky enough to be an audience member. She was the only audience member of the story about Li Yan and Zhang Xiao.