Chapter 2575 Dream

Han Xiaoye was really dreaming.

I don't know if it's something to do with thinking day by day and dreaming at night.

She dreamed of that day, the day she met Yang Xun and his grandpa.

Han Xiaoye mischievously hid in the grass at half a person's height, because she was thin and small, hiding in it, most people would not find it.

Obviously Yang Xun and his grandfather didn't do anything, but she subconsciously felt that it was dangerous.

You must know that Qingshan Village is very remote, and there are almost no strangers here.

Because of this, the environment around their village is very comfortable.

Even if someone has evil intentions, it is difficult to move an inch in such a village.

Because of this, the appearance of an old man and a young man in front of him is too abrupt.

It is impossible for the village to be unprepared when seeing such a person enter the mountain.

After all, there are people who poach and take pictures of flowers at this time.

There are many old people and children in the village, so we should pay special attention to this aspect.

Han Xiaoye guessed that they should have detoured from another place.

Because Yang Xun was guarding the foot of the mountain, Han Xiaoye had no way to go down the mountain, so she chose a familiar one, but it was different from the two directions chosen by the unfamiliar one, the old and the young.

Unfortunately, Han Xiaoye bumped into the old man on the way, that is, Yang Xun's grandfather.

He didn't seem surprised at all when he saw Han Xiaoye.

"It seems that my feeling is not wrong. You have been hiding and watching us."

Han Xiaoye took a step back, "I don't know you, I'm going home!"

After speaking, she turned and ran.

But her legs were obviously moving, but she didn't leave where she was.

Turning her head slowly, the face that was considered peaceful at first became hideous in her eyes.

The old man put his hand on her forehead.

A sharp stabbing pain was transmitted to her small body, and Han Xiaoye raised her head and screamed.

But in fact, she didn't make any sound, she just opened her mouth and made a screaming movement.

Then she just... Like a puppet, she followed behind the old man, walking stiffly.

In the dream, Han Xiaoye was floating in the air, walking slowly with her young self.

She watched Grandpa Yang Xun open the box and unfold the paintings inside in front of her.

It was a landscape painting, and she guessed that it was the painting "Misty Rain on the River" that was treasured by the Xiao family.

The old man twisted the scroll with his hand, and took out a dark oiled paper roll with stains inside, "Take a look, remember her, and then come here, wait for my grandson to come and get something .”

The younger she nodded stiffly.

Oh My God!She actually saw the map?

Han Xiaoye raised her hand and shook it in front of the old man's eyes, but the old man didn't respond.

It seems that this scene is not real, she didn't have a soul wear, but entered her subconscious.

This information was left to Yang Xun by Yang Xun's grandfather.

The old man asked the young girl to mechanically and repeatedly copy the map on the oil paper on the ground, and write down the symbols on it that were not complicated but were completely incomprehensible.

After confirming that her memory was correct, the old man rolled up the oiled paper, put it back in its original place, walked under a big tree, and buried the things in it.

Looking at the old man's movements, Han Xiaoye knew that the burial pit was dug very deep, because she could no longer see the top of the old man's hair when she stood on it.

The pit is at least 1.7 meters deep.

Maybe deeper than that.

The old man struggled to get out, filled the soil back, and then made marks around it.

"Remember this place. If you can, you have to come back here and guard it!" the old man said hoarsely, "You can bury yourself in it, just like I did just now."

(End of this chapter)

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