Kiss!The paranoid clings to me every day and is addicted

The tall man was pulling the girl's small arm vigorously, and a group of people suddenly appeared startled him.

For a moment, I even forgot to do the action.

The man reacted, his eyes were full of guard, "Who are you?"

"Come to play."

Concise and concise.

"Are you the stars who came to our village to film a show?"

Seeing that they were dressed luxuriously and exquisitely, the man buckled his fingers helplessly.

His eyes also became timid.

According to the man, he should be a villager from Qingyang Village.

Nan Qiao hummed lightly, and then explained the reason, "I heard a shout just now."

The man showed a foolish smile, "Just now my aunt accidentally knocked on it."

Everyone looked at the little girl whose arm was being pulled by him.

The girl should be about six or seven years old. There is still some dirt on her face and body, and there are still tears in her eyes.

The little girl kept silent, her expression was blank, and it seemed to be numb.

I don't know if they were also intimidated by them.

It does look like what the man said.

The man smiled and explained to several people:

"My eldest daughter had a fever and burned her brain when she was a child. She was usually a little dazed. She ran out of the house just now without knowing what happened. Her mother asked me to take her back."

Nan Qiao tapped her palm with her fingers and kept looking at the little girl.

Ye Xinge next to him suddenly became interested and asked, "Uncle, are you from this village?"

"Ah, yes." The man scratched his head, "We have always been from Qingyang Village."

"Isn't your village not allowed to go out?"

The man nodded, "Yes, this is indeed the case in our village. We can't go out usually, we can only stay at home. Tomorrow is the day we can go out."

"Why is it stipulated to go out tomorrow?"

"Hey, I don't know, the village has been like this a long time ago, it should be the rules established by the ancestors."

Qingyang Village is remote and backward in thinking.

It is normal to have some strange customs.

Yuan Man was also a little curious: "Then what do you usually do at home?"

"Do some farm work."

"Do you usually have enough to eat and drink?" Yuan Man shifted his gaze to the little girl again, feeling a little sympathetic.

I don't know if the little girl was a little scared or what, she hid behind the man.

"There are not many children in the family. It is enough to go out once a week, and they can afford it."

"Uncle, what kind of village is that on the other side?" Nan Qiao pointed to the rows of brick houses.

"I don't know. We usually go out to see those things. It should be other villages."

"I think it's a little closer to Qingyang Village, so I want to go and see it."

"There's nothing to see there either."

Ye Xinge wanted to know something else, but Nan Qiao interrupted suddenly, "Let's go back first, the live broadcast should not be over yet."

Just as everyone was about to turn around, the man asked again: "Are you live broadcasting?"

"Well, yes."

"Where is it? Why didn't I see it, that thing should be fun, right?"

"It's okay, it's just a variety show, the camera is not here, uncle, do you want to watch it?"

The man waved his hand hastily, "No need, no need."

Then he explained, "Our village is poor and we don't even have a TV. Even if I film it, I won't be able to watch it. It's better not to embarrass me, and save myself from being laughed at."

"Okay, then let's go first."

"Well, thank you."

Several people left, as if meeting by chance.

When the backs of the few people could not be seen, the man suddenly restrained his smile.