The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

His eyes were a little hot, and his heart suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, saying——

"I won't hurt you again."

Murong Canghai's voice was full of bone-wrenching tenderness, like an oath, sonorous like a song, like a river of spring water, slowly flowing to the deepest part of the years, lingering for a long time.

The herbal medicine in Su Yueming's hand snapped, and a piece fell off. The herbal medicine fell on the quilt, and the medicine juice slowly smudged away. The mist in her eyes, like this green water, quietly gathered and slid down, and no one was there. know.

She said quietly and lightly, "Promises in this world, like the wind, are the most unreliable. I just want to live like a walking dead without any vows."

In the previous life, she experienced the worst betrayal in the world, and she didn't want to believe in or rely on anything except herself, because she didn't need it.

Murong Canghai sighed softly, looked into the depths of her eyes, and said, "What can I do to melt your icy heart a little bit, even a little bit, let me go in and take a look, that would be great."

Su Yueming raised his head and said softly, "The medicine has been applied, it's time to go out to eat, I'm afraid it will be cold after a long time."

After saying that, she had already walked out with her head bowed, and Murong Canghai looked at her back.

"Both of you, it's time to eat." The old lady brought the prepared meal to the table, and the old man walked in with a solemn face, knocked on the dry pipe in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked sad.

The old woman stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing?"

The old man shook his head, sighed, and said, "A few old bones, what can I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't beat those young and middle-aged people. Alas, there is no hope this year."

Seeing that the couple were so worried that they couldn't eat, Su Yueming asked, "But what difficulties did you encounter?"

Hearing Su Yueming's question, the old woman opened up the conversation, and said, "You two don't know, tomorrow is the annual dragon boat race between our Xiangyang Village and Peach Blossom Village across the river, and more than a dozen young and middle-aged people in our village are injured. There are only a few old men left to make a bunch, which is no match for Peach Blossom Village. Alas, it seems that there is no hope for this year's harvest."

Murong Canghai asked puzzled, "What does this dragon boat race have to do with the harvest of crops?"

The old man replied, "Because since five years ago, there have been new rules in this dragon boat race. Whichever village welcomes the right to use the river, it will belong to the winning side, while the losing side has to pay money for drinking water and watering crops." To each other. For five consecutive years, we have not won."

Su Yueming remembered what the old woman had just said, and asked again, "Injured, disabled, why are young and middle-aged people in Xiangyang Village like this?"

Speaking of this, the old lady frowned even deeper, she was aggrieved, and said——

"The head of Taohua Village opposite, relying on his uncle as the magistrate of the county, not to mention accepting money privately, in order to win the dragon boat race, he sent people to beat up and maim all the young people in our village, so that only These bad old men are compared with them, how can they compare, alas!"

After hearing this, Su Yueming thought to himself, no matter where it is, there will always be the weak and the strong, even such a small village is no exception.

"Where is the dragon boat?" Murong Canghai asked suddenly.

"I just came back from two rounds of practice, and now I am parked by the river, and I have to go to practice after dinner," said the old man.