Chapter 972 : Extra Story: The End of the World 02
The northern border city of Beiming Kingdom, where it meets the surrounding small countries, is often windy and sandy, sparsely populated, and has only a few nomadic groups.
On the barren grassland, a man and a horse walked northward. There were no people or tall trees, only sparse weeds growing tenaciously.
Suddenly, there was darkness in the distance, and a dry cold wind blew, carrying sand and dust.
Lin Meng tied her gauze scarf tightly. Seeing that it was getting late and there might be a sandstorm coming, she quickly found a place to spend the night.
"Ma, take two steps faster." Lin Meng took the reins and pulled hard. The horse was tired.[
After walking for half an hour, I finally saw a small wooden house on the side of the hillside.
"Excuse me, is there anyone?" Lin Meng knocked on the door.
After a while, there was a soft sound from inside the house, the sound of the door bolt being removed, and with a creak, the door opened, revealing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old book boy.
The book boy looked at the visitor, then went into the room and asked: "Master, she is a woman, and there is a horse."
"Jingyang, the wind and sand may come tonight, please come in and take shelter for the night." It was a gentle and indifferent voice, extremely pleasant to the ear, as if drizzle moistened things, and even the dry climate was relieved.
"Girl, come in quickly, bring your horse in and tie it to the door." Jingyang waved to the people outside the door to come in.
"Thank you." Lin Meng nodded as a courtesy.
There is a brazier in the middle of the ground, which is boiling water. There is a man sitting next to him. His silhouette is only visible. He is wearing a light blue robe. His hair is like a waterfall. It is tied up with a cloth and draped behind him. Judging from his attire, it should be the same.
People from the Northern Ming Kingdom.
"Sir, will the wind and sand bury this wooden house?" Jingyang was a little worried.
"Maybe." He raised his head, looked out the window, and said with a smile.
The moment he raised his head, he was able to see him clearly. He was magnificent, quiet and indifferent, with an awe-inspiring cold and aloof air that could not be concealed. He was extraordinary, as quiet as water, unassuming, but it was impossible to ignore. He was unique.
His temperament even overshadowed his appearance, causing people to ignore his appearance.
Lin Meng was surprised. Unexpectedly, in this inaccessible wilderness, instead of meeting any herdsmen, she met an extraordinary person.
"Sir, you can still laugh, what if you are buried?" Jingyang said with a bitter look on his face.
Lin Meng sat cross-legged in the corner of the house. After hearing this, he explained: "The sandstorm is not too big, and it will not bury the house."
Hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at her. She was wearing a gauze scarf, and only her eyes could be seen. They were a pair of calm eyes, as calm as water, as calm as water, as if reflecting everything in the world, and as if they were hidden in the floating world.
Wind and frost.
"Girl, it's going to be cold at night, come over here and sit here." Jingyang smiled at her and said.
Lin Meng was about to refuse, but another voice came out.
"If you don't mind, girl, come over here to keep warm." The man said calmly and added some more firewood to the brazier.
"That's it, thank you both." Lin Meng smiled. The other party mentioned it for this reason. If she pushed back again, she would be disgusted.[
"Girl, judging from your accent, you are not from here, are you? Why are you wearing nomadic clothes?" Jingyang looked her over and asked with a smile.
"As the Romans do." Lin Meng smiled, took off her gauze scarf, and sat cross-legged.
"Girl, where are you from?" Jingyang asked again, seeing that she was very pretty, not like an ordinary lady, but very grand, she should be a woman from the world.
"It doesn't matter where we are from, we are at home all over the world." Lin Meng said.
"Girl, do you have no relatives?" Jingyang was a little surprised and asked again.
"Yes." Lin Meng smiled and touched the sword on her waist. This sword had been with her for six years and was her relative.
"Uh, girl, where are your relatives?" Jingyang was confused. She had relatives, so how could she be at home all over the world?
"Jingyang, the water has boiled." The man interrupted Jingyang's chatter.
Jingyang grinned, then wiped the bowl clean and asked, "Girl, do you want a drink of water?"
"Thank you, no need, I have water." Lin Meng smiled politely.
Jingyang stopped talking and poured a bowl of water for his young master, then took out the steamed buns and baked them.
The sky had darkened, and the wind started blowing outside. Jingyang went to block the doors and windows, and after a while, the only sound left was the whistling of wind and sand.
"My name is Jingyang, girl, what's your name?" Jingyang saw that the atmosphere was a little dull, so he started talking again.
"My surname is Lin." Lin Meng hesitated and replied.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Jingyang changed the subject: "Girl, you came to the wasteland alone, where are you going?"
"Walking around, no matter where I'm going."
"My young master and I also travel around. In the past few years, we have been to many places..." Jingyang continued to talk endlessly.
"Jingyang." The man said calmly.
Jingyang curled his lips and then said nothing. The young master didn't like to talk, so he couldn't talk often.
The only sound left in the house was the burning sound of firewood and silence.
Jingyang was a little sleepy, so he laid out the hay and got ready to sleep: "Sir, Miss Lin, you should also go to bed early."
Lin Meng nodded and rested against the wall, but had no intention of sleeping.[
The man suddenly looked at her and said calmly: "Miss Lin, my surname is Rong."
Lin Meng was a little surprised. Seeing that this person was definitely not an ordinary person, such a person would never tell others his name easily. What did he mean by telling her? To make her let down her guard?
When Jingyang heard this, he suddenly lost all sleep, and looked at his young master in surprise. The young master took the initiative to tell his name to a stranger? A miracle, a strange news.
"Miss Lin, please rest early." The man said calmly, then stood up and sat down on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall to rest.
"Good night, Mr. Rong." Lin Meng smiled. He was such a strange person. Did he go so far just to make her let down her guard?
"Good night." The man looked at her, smiled slightly, and then closed his eyes to rest.
Jingyang was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out. When did the young master become so enthusiastic? Would he still say good night to a stranger?
The wind and sand outside the house became more and more violent. Fortunately, the house was strong enough and was not affected.
Until the next morning, when the wind and sand stopped, the morning light hit the door and filtered in through the crack in the door.
Jingyang woke up and stretched, and saw that his young master was relaxing or meditating on the side, and Lin Meng was getting dressed, probably preparing to leave.
"Miss Lin, are you leaving?" Jingyang stood up quickly and asked.
"Yes, thank you both for taking me in." Lin Meng nodded and opened the door. There was a thick layer of sand and dust outside the door.
"Haha, you're welcome. This house doesn't belong to us. We're just staying here." Jingyang laughed awkwardly.
"Farewell." Lin Meng smiled, then took the horse and went out.
"Jingyang, let's go too." After saying that, the man also went out.
"Ah? Master, wait for me." Jingyang hurriedly packed his luggage.
The sun was shining brightly, and the outside was covered with a layer of windy sand, with only a few stubborn grasses exposed.
Lin Meng looked at him and said with a smile, "I'll take my leave now."
He looked into her eyes and asked slowly: "Miss Lin, where are you going?"
Lin Meng was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said: "I'm not going anywhere." After saying that, he took the horse and headed north.
He was stunned, looking at her figure fading away, feeling a little at a loss.
"Sir, she obviously left, but why didn't she go anywhere?" Jingyang leaned at the door, scratched his head, and asked doubtfully.
He laughed, thinking about the world, and staying in the same place wherever he went. There was no thought in his heart, and he stayed in the same place wherever he went. So was she the former or the latter? Maybe it was both.
All along, he always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't tell what it was. He had been looking for it for many years, and it wasn't until last night that he suddenly discovered that it was those eyes hidden in the wind and frost of the floating world.
"Master, where are we going?" Jingyang asked.
"Go north," he said, and then followed the footprints on the ground.
"Ah? We just came from the north, why do we have to turn back?" Jingyang was confused, and it became increasingly difficult to guess the young master's thoughts.