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"I was tired last night, so I had a good sleep. I didn't feel the hard bed." Xi Ying with Mo Xiao to the eyes, drooping eyes said.

Mo Xiao this just collect next eye Mou, drank a gruel with spoon.

"I really envy you that you young people have such a good sleep. I can't even accept the old people. I can't sleep like this. When I was young, I could sleep in a few seconds even if I was sleeping in the tent, on the uneven and gravel ground Bai Gang sighed for a moment and recalled the extraordinary years of the past.

"Uncle Wu, eat quickly, or the porridge will be cold later."

"Oh, good, good." Bai Gang was urged by Xi Ying, not only did he not feel that he was managed by others, but also looked very pleased.

He has no children, only a white Rou in the side, has long regarded Bai Rou as his own daughter.

To be able to get the care of his daughter is the most moving thing as a father.

Because this proves that children grow up, will care about people.

Bai Gang took a bite of steamed buns and said vaguely, "we'll go out and have a look at the village after we've finished our meal."

His words are obscure, but both Xi Ying and Mo Xiao know what he means.

On the surface, I went out to see the situation of the village. In fact, I wanted to see where the Millennium Tomb of the Qing Dynasty was located.

After all, Bai Gang has a map of ancient tombs in his hand. As long as you look at the location coordinates shown on the map, you can find the ancient tomb.

Hearing Bai Gang's words, Xi Ying takes a subconscious look at Mo Xiao.

And Mo Xiao's eyes also look at her.

There was no objection in his eyes.

"Well." Mo Xiao answered.

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this small village is just like an ordinary village.

Each family has its own small house. Some have chickens and ducks. Some people seem to have more money. They have built two buildings without raising livestock.

There are crops growing in the fields, and from time to time people can be seen working hard in the fields.

Bai Gang holds his mobile phone in his hand, and from time to time he zooms in and out of the cell phone to see it, and then compares it with the road shape in front of him.

Xi Ying and Mo Xiao followed him one after another. Xi Ying was in front and Mo Xiao was in the back.

But the distance between the two was not very far, about half a meter.

So no matter which one of them speaks, the other can hear.

"Did you dream of something last night?" Xi Ying didn't turn her head and asked softly.

"Well." Mo Xiao is a dull response.

Then there was a long silence.

“…… What did you dream of? " Xi Ying can only ask again.

"It's true." Mo Xiao always talks so illogical.

If Xi Ying's intelligence and reaction ability are not OK, then she really can't communicate with Mo Xiao.

"I know it's true. The wound on my ankle is still there. But I find it strange that last night I couldn't walk by myself because of my ankle injury. But now you can see that I walk like a normal person. The point is that I don't feel any pain at all, as if the wound was a long time ago

Xi Ying's words make Mo Xiao's sight move down.

She is wearing an ankle length skirt today.

Under the swing of the skirt, the wound on her ankle loomed.

If you don't stare carefully, you can't find out.