It was the first time that Zhang Huangwu saw his senior brother telling him something so seriously.

Although this is a cheap senior brother who joined halfway, his weight is far greater than those real senior brothers in Longhu Mountain.

Therefore, even though Zhang Huangwu was confused, he did not question at all. He remembered Gu An's words and even read the repetition of what he had just heard.

After confirming that there was no problem, Gu An repeatedly reminded Zhang Huangwu to hand it over to the teacher of God himself and to tell the teacher of God word for every word he said!

Zhang Huangwu nodded desperately to express his importance to Gu An's words, and then, under Gu An's urging, left the village overnight.

He is not a villager, and he has learned the magic of Longhu Mountain. Before the Yin River broke out, the fragile and strange power on the periphery could not stop it.

After watching Zhang Huangwu leave the village, Gu An returned to the house.

Han Xiuxiu hadn't come back to her senses yet.

She lowered her head silently, her little face still blushed. She was still a little confused. She didn't understand why Gu An ran out without saying anything after holding her sachet...

She didn't understand this attitude. Should she accept her feelings or not want to be sad, so she just told herself that he rejected her?

Rejected yourself? Probably not...

This bad guy said last time that he married him a hundred years later...

Well... Although it sounds a bit unreal after a hundred years, there have been so many unreal things happening in the village recently, and it seems nothing strange...

After Gu An returned to the house, he sat opposite Han Xiuxiu. Looking at Han Xiuxiu's look of bowing his head, he thought this girl was unhappy...

It’s right to think about it. If you think about it from another perspective, you won’t be happy either.

However, Gu An was very good at this and looked at her affectionately: "Xiuxiu, I was so happy just now, so I asked Zhang Huangwu to help me take the sachet back and hand it over to my parents, telling them that I will never marry you in my life..."

"They will understand what I want when they see the sachet."

Han Xiuxiu was stunned, raised her head, and looked straight at Gu An with watery eyes. Her eyes swayed, and a hint of emotion flashed. Then she quickly lowered her head and said softly: "It's better to decide on the major marriage event after seeing her parents..."

Obviously, Han Xiuxiu agreed in her heart, but in this era, parents need to speak to be perfect.

Gu An knew what she meant. If it were in the past, he might have teased him a few words, but now he doesn't have the intention.

Zhang Ziying was left the village by the iron sword flying out of the Yin River, along with Han Laocai and others. This matter broke many of his plans.

Now, there is only one night left before the outbreak of Yin River, and he can only be forced to change his plan.

After thinking for a while, Gu An silently took out the kitchen knife and placed it in front of Han Xiuxiu.

"Xiuxiu, from now on, never leave your body for a moment. Hold it tight and don't let go no matter what you see." Gu An looked at the person in front of him with a serious tone.

Han Xiuxiu learned from Gu An’s mouth that the kitchen knife was powerful. Last time she heard Gu An talk about his plans, but she still said worriedly: "What should you do..."

Gu An smiled and said, "As long as you are safe, I will not be in trouble. When the Yin River breaks out, there is no way to do anything. After the flaws are revealed, you will return it to me."

This is a comforting word. No one knows what it looks like after the Yinhe explodes. Everyone who has seen them is dead, but Gu An can only pretend to be relaxed.

Han Xiuxiu was not stupid, and seemed to see forced smiles and forced calmness in Gu An's eyes.

She was silent for a while, and then said, "I know you didn't tell me a lot of things, it's for my own good... I always feel that after tonight, we will part..."

"I don't know when I want to see each other again... Even if you say we became husband and wife later... I can feel the sincerity in your words, but I don't feel the feeling of getting along day and night. I can see this feeling in my parents... There should be many things in this that I don't know..."

Han Xiuxiu said seriously, Gu An could understand her words, and understand that, indeed, a hundred years later, she and Han Xiuxiu were married, but Han Xiuxiu was weird after all, and the way he got along with Weiwei was naturally different from that of normal people. Even if he felt like a fire inside, he was just as cold as frost on the surface.

Such a couple is indeed very strange and abnormal.

The sentimental intention is there, but it cannot be expressed, so it can only be proved silently by behavior.

Just like when the old man in the cemetery was surrounded by a bunch of strange things, at the last moment, Han Xiuxiu hugged herself silently and said, "Don't be afraid, husband..."

That sentence made Gu An break the defense on the spot, without showing any expression on the surface, but cried like a child in his heart...

This is action, better than a thousand words.

But sometimes, without language communication, it will cause both parties to lose many opportunities to get to know each other, which will make them look a little weird.

Just as Han Xiuxiu said just now, this feeling is different from what kind of feeling you get along with her parents...

But Gu An didn't know how to go to Han Xiuxiu and said that he felt that the truth was a bit cruel. Tell Han Xiuxiu, are you dead? It turned into weirdness?

Gu An couldn't say this. Didn't he come here to change everything...

"Xiuxiu, don't think so much. No matter what happens, I will always be there." There were thousands of words in my heart, but Gu An only said this seemingly comforting sentence.

Han Xiuxiu raised her head, looked at Gu An, and then smiled slightly. She rarely smiled and laughed happily and warmly this time. At least Gu An trembled hard in her heart.

Han Xiuxiu silently held the kitchen knife tightly, and the scene looked strange, but at this moment it looked very warm under the candlelight.

The two of them were speechless and then chose to rest.

Lying on the bed, through the quilt, the two of them were together, without any intention of crossing or touching their hands and feet, they lay down calmly and occasionally say a few words.

It is no longer a Yinhe, no longer a danger, no longer how to deal with strange things, but some common homely routines.

When will the grain be harvested well, when will it rain, the roof needs to be repaired in advance, and the woven grass clippings and a few hemp ropes can be stronger...

The sun rises and the sun goes in and rests, this kind of life is ordinary and pleasant...

...

Gu An opened his eyes and felt very tired.

Opening your eyes tiredly, it was a familiar and unfamiliar ceiling.

There are also some green patterns on the walls on all sides. In this era, after building new houses from house to house, they like to paint some patterns on the white walls to embellish them.

Gu An looked sideways at the woman next to him.

It was a middle-aged woman with a look similar to Gu An. Her eyes were very beautiful, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she could wake up. She turned her head and smiled warmly at Gu An: "Xiao An, wake up."

Gu An smiled: "Mom!"

He sat up, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar, and he felt as if he had forgotten something.

"Xiao An, take a break at home today. Don't go around outside. I ran away for a day yesterday. I'm so tired. You're still young and can't stand it." The middle-aged woman was very gentle. She stretched out her fair hand and touched Gu An's little head.

Gu An didn't resist at all, his eyes were only close. He leaned inside and said, "Mom, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged woman took out a scroll from the edge of the bed and smiled and said, "I'm looking at the painting."

After hearing this, Gu An stretched out his little head. It was a picture of a mountain village that looked very harmonious and quiet.

It was a village with mountains and rivers, people and domestic animals.

Gu An felt familiar in this village. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

He frowned, as if he wanted to try to recall it.

The middle-aged woman pointed to the scroll and said, "Xiao An, this village is backward, but look at the people in the village, they live happily and carefree. Unlike us in big cities, we have many worries every day."

Gu An nodded in a vague way. Looking at the painting, he always felt very familiar.

Especially those people in the painting, there was a room and a girl in the yard. Although the girl only outlined a few strokes with a brush, Gu An felt as if she had seen her somewhere.

"Mom, she looks so beautiful." Gu An pointed at the woman in the painting, looking innocent.

The middle-aged woman laughed and patted Gu An's little head angrily: "At a young age, I knew I was staring at the little girl, and it would be better when I grew up."

Gu An smiled and said, "But no matter how good you look, it's not as good as your mother."

Facing this sound was a flattering word, but the middle-aged woman smiled happily. She touched Gu An's head, as if she had thought of something, and her eyes gradually became a little dim.

Gu An felt something wrong with his mother's mood and immediately asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged woman shook her head: "Mom is fine, don't worry."

As she said that, she hugged Gu An and hugged him in her arms, her eyes full of kindness and maternal love.

Gu An didn't understand why, but he liked his mother's arms, gentle, kind and friendly.

Lying in his mother's arms, he felt a burst of sleep coming, and seemed to want to go to bed again.

"Dongdongdongdongdong..."

At this time, the bell squatting in the living room suddenly rang, which woke Gu An, who was just drowsy, up instantly.

He turned his head to look.

An ancient standing clock is placed in my own living room.

This bell looks like it was a long time ago, and it is obviously not a product of this era.

Moreover, this bell also gave Gu An a familiar feeling.

"Mom, I seem to have seen this clock..."

For some reason, looking at the bell, Gu An instinctively resisted and was still a little scared. He hugged his mother and spoke timidly.

The woman hugged him tightly, patted him on the back, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid Xiao An, it's just a bell..."

Then, she smiled again: "What's wrong with you, a child? Your own clock has been placing here and I see you every day, of course I'm familiar with you."

Gu An was stunned for a moment. What he wanted to express was not the same as his mother's understanding. This kind of familiarity did not mean the same concept, but he didn't know how to explain it. In short, he just felt it was strange, as if he had forgotten something.

Seeing Gu An lying in his arms and silent, she smiled and said, "Okay, don't be afraid, it's okay. If you are tired, continue to sleep. When you wake up, you will be fine."

"Oh, I almost forgot..."
To be continued...