The old man's eyes, staring at the wooden box in his hand, are full of missing and loving.
He came up to the clear night.
He put the wooden box in his hand on the wooden table.
The wooden box looks very delicate and clean.
It can be seen that the old man often looks at the wooden box.
The contents of the wooden box.
It is also the obsession that supports him to the present.
The old man's wrinkled hand opened the wooden box trembling.
There are some small things in the wooden box.
There are two more pictures.
Take one of the old people up.
Fingertips are trembling slightly.
The night was clear and clear, and there was no urge, nor a sound to disturb.
After a while, the old man slowly put the picture on the table.
"This is the only portrait of the old lady Before she went to the city to find her son The only portrait that the young couple, passing by, drew for her... " The voice of the old man is choking.
The yellowing scroll is opened little by little.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the village.
The villagers who had just been called away by the old man ran back one by one: "old tea! Put away the things, and those people are coming again
The old man opened the hand of the picture.
The expression on his face also became extremely ugly.
He put the picture in a wooden box.
"Run, run! Run what run! Are you still good at learning? "
A rough voice came from a distance.
I saw a group of people, about 40 or so, who entered Bujia village.
Walking in front of the road, a few men in black strange clothes, jackets, tight legged trousers, waist tied with black, embroidered with strange patterns of the belt, directly raised their feet, and kicked the villagers running over.
The villagers are ordinary people, and they are all old.
Be so a kick, when even fell to the ground, painful scream sound, can't move.
The men laughed and walked all the way to the teahouse.
"You young people You look for a chance to run! These people are not good at it Tea old looked at those people, his face heavy and low voice.
These people
Is it plundering the resources of Bujia village and killing innocent people indiscriminately?
Night clear fall micro Mi Mei Mou, will these forty or fifty people, panoramic view.
The clothes of these people are very strange and familiar.
If she remembers correctly.
This dress is similar to the Miao clan leader she saw in the Warlord's mansion.
However, the clothes of the head of the Miao nationality are obviously more luxurious.
In other words, these people are Miao people.
Why do Miao people harass the villagers of Bujia village?
With such cruel means?
The person they're looking for Who is it?
"Run? Where do you want to go? Tea old, under my nose, who else do you want to let go? "
Those of the Hmong split up a road.
Out of it came a middle-aged man about forty.
Night Qingluo can be seen from the man's clothes and lines.
This person, in this group of Miao people.
The highest status.
If you're right.
This person should be an elder of Miao nationality.
Sure enough, the next moment, tea old man has suppressed his anger and said, "elder Miao San, you just want to find someone from Bujia village. The couple just pass by Bujia village and want to go to Shengquan to ask for children. Why are you so aggressive?"
Elder Miao San laughed a few times.
He went straight to the teahouse and naturally sat down at the next table at night.
He disdains to sweep the night Qingluo and Gu Jingyu, his eyes on Gu Jingyu's body, slightly pause.
But, soon, he turned his head arrogantly.
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