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Lin Qingqian stared at the short man with his coat tied around his waist, showing his dark arms.

The mild sunlight poured down on his body, coating his bare arms with a layer of luster; sweat drenched his clothes, making the thin T-shirt stick to his narrow back.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down the bridge of his nose. He wiped the sweat, stood up straight and supported his lower back for a while, then picked up a basket of bricks and walked away.

"It seems that your choice was right at the time." Lin Qingqian patted Song Qingyue on the back and sighed, "It really exceeded my expectations."

"Me too," Wen Guixiao nodded in agreement, "I thought he would steal again."

"The law is nothing but human feelings. It's actually good to have more kindness once in a while." Song Qingyue looked at him with a gratified smile on his face.

"Useless kindness." Lin Qingqian shook her head and looked away.

As if there was a sense in the dark, the man suddenly raised his head and looked this way, then shouted in surprise, and ran towards this side excitedly, but was stopped by the foreman.

He muttered a few words, and the foreman looked at him and nodded at him.

The man ran a few steps, quickly took off the coat tied around his waist, put it on, buttoned it up, and wiped the sweat off his face.

"Did you recognize us?" Wen Gui smiled and looked behind them, but there was no one else.

"I'm afraid it is." Lin Qingqian took Song Qingyue and took two steps aside, frowning, not really wanting to contact a man.

It's just that although the man is short, he has quick legs and feet, and he rushed to the three of them in a short while, gesticulating excitedly.

"Thank you for not calling the police." The man's face was full of gratitude, while Wen Guixiao dutifully translated, "Thank you. Now that I work here, I can support my family."

"Then why didn't you go to work before?" Lin Qingqian whispered.

Wen Guixiao hesitated to speak, but was stopped by her, "Forget it, I won't translate this sentence."

The man seemed to notice that the expression of the woman in the lead was a little impatient, the previous excitement suddenly disappeared, he suddenly fell silent, suddenly took two steps back, knelt down to the three of them with a bang, and hit his head on the ground.

When the head hit the ground for the first time, there was a loud noise, and the uneven sandy ground was stained with blood. When the head was lifted up again, there was loess on the black and rugged forehead, which looked funny and sad.

Lin Qingqian was scared by this big movement and took a small step back, but another figure rushed up, helped the man up, and complained, "What is this?"

The man still stubbornly wanted to salute Lin Qingqian, but Song Qingyue couldn't move him, so he jumped up anxiously, turned to look at Wen Guixiao, "Sister Xiao, let him stand up quickly."

Wen Guixiao quickly said a few words, but the man only looked at Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian watched the eyes of the three of them slowly focus on him, sighed, and nodded at him.

Only then did the man stand up, slapping the dust on his knees awkwardly, not daring to look up.

A hand was held in front of his eyes.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the slender, plain white hand that he hadn't done any work at first glance. He hurriedly wiped his clothes and then his own before carefully holding it.

"Hello." Lin Qingqian nodded slightly.

"His name is Er Chong," Wen Guixiao exchanged a few words with the man, and then hesitantly said to them, "He invited us to visit his house."

Lin Qingqian frowned quickly, but Song Qingyue was very excited, and turned to poke Lin Qingqian's waist, "Go, go, go?"

"Why are you going there?" Lin Qingqian complained frantically in her heart, she couldn't see the clues on the surface, but she could still politely nod to Er Chong, "There is a hotel in the scenic spot, we can probably leave after staying for one night."

"He said that his house is very close to here, and we will arrive there after a detour." Er Chong must have sensed the rejection in Lin Qingqian's heart, and said something hastily, "He also said that he wanted to thank us well."

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue with shining eyes, sighed, then asked Wen Guixiao to confirm that it would not take long, and finally accepted the man's invitation.

"Where is our hotel?" Out of precaution, she asked Wen Guixiao softly.

"Here, look back, the tallest building." Wen Gui smiled and pointed not far away.

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A very beautiful building, the shining glass reflects the light of money, shining in Er Chong's dilapidated hut.

The wall of the dilapidated hut was peeling off, and there was some water seepage; a rope was pulled outside the house, and a few clothes with holes were hung; the walls were covered with moss, and geckos occasionally crawled over them.

Lin Qingqian's brows never loosened, and she held Song Qingyue's hand even tighter.

"It's just such a short distance away." Song Qingyue looked back at the luxury hotel that was almost close at hand, then at the cottage, and sighed inaudiblely, "No wonder so many locals are unbalanced."

A palm-sized hairy spider suddenly crawled across Wen Guixiao's side. She screamed in fright and backed away again and again. While Lin Qingqian was palpitating, she also hurriedly embraced Song Qingyue in her arms, ready to comfort the frightened child at any time.

"Lin Qingqian, I spent my childhood in the countryside," Song Qingyue's helpless voice rang in her ears.

Lin Qingqian was taken aback for a moment, suddenly she didn't know what was going on in her mind, and felt empty.

"Sister laugh, that spider is timid, don't be afraid."

"Can I not be afraid?" Wen Guixiao almost cried.

Er Chong's dark face was blushing, he had already taken off his shoes and wanted to hit the spider, but was interrupted by a timid female voice from inside the room.

"It's a little girl, asking if it's her father." Although Wen Guixiao still had lingering fears in his heart, he still did not forget to perform his duties.

Er Chong responded loudly, took out the key and opened the door, the little girl rushed forward and slipped into his arms.

"Ask him why he came back so early."

The three followed into the door, and Lin Qingqian looked around: You could see the bottom of the room at a glance, except for the little girl and Er Chong, there was no one else.

"Didn't it say there was an 80-year-old mother that day?" There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

Wen Guixiao hesitantly removed the sarcasm in the words, and translated it to Er Chong.

Er Chong's eyes dimmed, and he said something softly.

"Just buried."

Lin Qingqian was taken aback, and Gujing Wubo's face finally showed some emotion, "I'm sorry."

Wen Guixiao listened to Er Chong's words, and silently chose the No.1 translation.

"Boss, if there is no other way, who wants to steal something?"

"Because I don't have money for medical treatment, and I don't want to die."

Song Qingyue pinched Lin Qingqian's soft waist, but didn't say anything.

Lin Qingqian realized her prejudice and arrogance, so she changed the subject in embarrassment, "Your daughter is very cute, what's her name?"

Wen Guixiao listened to Er Chong's words, his eyes suddenly became moist, he squatted down, touched the little girl's head, took out a candy from his pocket and handed it over.

The little girl took the candy blankly, and hearing what Wen Gui said with a smile, she seemed to know that it was for food, and put it directly into her mouth.

Wen Guixiao hastily snatched it over, tore off the plastic wrapping bag for her, and fed it to her.

The girl's eyes narrowed with laughter, and the look in Wen Guixiao's eyes suddenly became kind, but the candy hadn't stayed in her mouth for long, she took the packaging bag from Wen Guixiao's hand, carefully spit it out, put it away in arms.

Song Qingyue hurriedly fumbled for his pocket, took out a large handful of various snacks and handed them to the child.

Lin Qingqian felt in her pocket and found a handful of cold metal.

That Swiss Army Knife.

She laughed at herself, reached for her wallet, but stopped again, with a complicated expression on her face.

She really didn't know what she was thinking.

Wen Guixiao stood up straight with his knees propped up, and said softly, "The translation of this girl's name is a certain currency measurement unit in their language, like the shilling ruble."

"But, there is another meaning to this word."

"Fuqiang."

Song Qingyue couldn't help looking at the glamorous building outside the window, pursing his lips.

Er Chong smiled, then rubbed his hands awkwardly, lay down on the ground, and pulled out a large box from under the bed.

Lin Qingqian narrowed his eyes due to the rising dust, but he didn't say anything.

He rummaged through the box for a long time, and finally found a blackened red rope from the bottom of the box. A small piece of stone was hung on the red rope. The stone was black with crooked lines on it.

He handed it to Lin Qingqian.Lin Qingqian waved his hand, so his hand was hanging in the air like this, which meant "I'll keep holding it if you don't accept it".

"This should be their family's talisman, to bless health and longevity," Wen Guixiao analyzed. "This nation has such a custom."

Lin Qingqian stared at the amulet held in front of her eyes. She didn't know whether she was looking at it or the cracked nails of the man. She said softly, "It doesn't look useful. Isn't the old man still dead?"

Song Qingyue stepped on her toe heavily, she suffered from pain, but said nothing, took the amulet, hesitated for a while, smiled at Er Chong, and pointed at Song Qingyue.

Er Chong smirked and nodded.

Lin Qingqian took out a clean small cloth bag, put the amulet in it, tied it tightly, and handed it to Song Qingyue, "Put it away, because of you, he and his daughter can live."

Because the room was relatively cramped, Er Chong moved a few chairs and put them in the yard, and poured a few glasses of water.

In fact, it is not quite right to say that it is a yard, but there is only such a house nearby, so it is possible to paint this piece of mud as his yard.

Lin Qingqian looked at the dark chair hesitantly, walked around a few times, but still did not sit down, Song Qingyue held her hand and said helplessly, "It looks like a young lady who has never been to the countryside, she is really not dirty, I saw the second worm wiped it."

Lin Qingqian was shocked by Song Qingyue's words, gritted her teeth, and just about to sit down, the girl suddenly ran over from the room, first stretched out her hand to Lin Qingqian, turned back and forth, and then grabbed Lin Qingqian. clothes, pointed to the hill behind the house which was neither too low nor too high, and shouted something.

Lin Qingqian's eyes turned hot - it was to show herself that her hands were not dirty.

Wen Guixiao stood up, and prepared to accompany him while translating, "Father said that you are his benefactors, that's why I gave you the Chang'an Stone, thank you, and I will give you something too."

Lin Qingqian hurriedly pressed Wen Guixiao, "You are still pregnant, you were already tired before, please sit down and rest for a while." She pressed Song Qingyue again, "Sit down too, and laugh and chat with Gui You can also chat."

Wen Guixiao sat down with some anxiety, and after repeatedly confirming with the girl that it was under the big tree on the top of the back mountain, he finally agreed to go up the mountain together with the two who did not understand the language.

"It is said that the road is not very easy to walk, Mr. Xiao Lin, please be careful."

"understood!"

The mountain road is really not easy to walk, and the plants are still lush, and the houses at the foot of the mountain are only more than ten meters away.Holding the girl's hand on the left and a small shovel on the right, Lin Qingqian slowly climbed up the hill.

The girl skillfully found the big tree on the top of the mountain, and dug the soil beside the tree. Seeing the thin body wielding a shovel, Lin Qingqian couldn't help but help her, but was blocked by the same stubbornness as her father. .

The girl dug quite deep, and it took almost 10 minutes before she took out a wooden box from the pit, opened the small lock, and took out a square-shaped object wrapped in a thick cloth from inside like offering a treasure.

Lin Qingqian held her chin and became curious about the object that was so cherished by the girl.

Layers of cloth were uncovered, finally revealing the true content of what was inside.

A copy of "Doraemon", which still looks like a pirated copy, was left behind by some traveler and how it got into the girl's hands, the paper was curled up.

The girl touched the cover of the book reluctantly, then handed it to Lin Qingqian.

Lin Qingqian opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

I want to buy this kind of thing, I can buy a room full of good quality and not the same; this blue fat man is actually a robot cat from the future, you probably don’t know it because you can’t read Japanese; the boy who is always bullied is called Nobita, he actually has a very good life happiness……

She didn't say anything in the end, she smiled at the girl, rubbed her yellow and thin hair, and put the book into her bag.

Um?Why is the building in the distance suddenly crooked?

Lin Qingqian supported the tree to stand up, rubbed her eyes blankly, and opened them again.

Landslides and earth shattered, and the sky and the earth spun.

She hastily grabbed the little girl's hand and found that both of them fell to the ground.

In the distance, the reflective building slanted even more.

She didn't know why her mind was a little dull, and she heard the terrified cry of the girl beside her, and finally realized a fact.

One cause of volcanic eruptions is plate movement.

Plate movement often causes earthquakes.

It is located in the Pacific Ring of Fire.

The hotel building was slowly collapsing. She wanted to get up but fell down uncontrollably, her eyes tearing apart.

"Song Qingyue!"

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