The group of people walked for more than an hour and didn't reach the creek that was very close to Honghong's mouth. Honghong's little face, which still had some baby fat, was twisted into a ball.
"Didn't I say it's not far? Where's the creek? The clothes we walked in are almost dry, why haven't we arrived yet?" Xiaotian used a thick branch as a walking stick and asked while poking the ground. In fact, his clothes were all covered with stains.
After the mud dries, it's like wearing a suit of armor and it's still very irritating.
"To tell you the truth, my clothes are so stiff that they can stand up on their own. Now they have their own ideas." Gu Wenyu made a joke that no one understood. In fact, she could
The child was also very broken, and his whole body exuded the stench of earth dragon. The mud attached to his skin could be torn off in pieces. As a little clay figurine, Gu Wenyu just wanted to remove this strange and weird body at this moment.
Rinse things clean.
Tang Zixuan is not much better. His green clothes have not only become tattered, but are now stained with a layer of mud. Give him a bowl and you can join Xiaotian and Xiaohua in begging on the street.
His red eyebrows were twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan", "I remember it was near here, why is it gone?"
"You ask us? Didn't you grow up here? Don't you know the road with your eyes closed?" Xiaotian complained ruthlessly.
"My memory is bad at such a young age. It's really pitiful." Gu Wenyu shook his head.
Honghong put her hands on her hips and pointed at the two of them angrily: "That's enough! What do you two brats know? Your Uncle Fox is over a hundred years old, and there is no road in this mountain that you don't know.
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But when he said this, Honghong's momentum weakened by half. He pretended to rub his nose as if nothing had happened, and then said: "It's just that I haven't been back for too long, maybe the creek has dried up... Actually, no
It’s nothing to wash, it’s just a little mud, don’t worry about it so much.”
Gu Wenyu looked at Honghong with a complicated expression, "Honestly, are you lost?"
"How is it possible? How could you, Mr. Fox, get lost?" Honghong's words clearly showed a lack of confidence, and her eyes began to wander.
"Oh..." Gu Wenyu rolled his eyes. This guy was obviously lost.
Xiaotian rarely meant to refute Honghong, he smiled nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter to us, we have been used to it since we were young, but..." Xiaotian changed the subject and looked at Tang Zixuan again, "You young master, you have to accept it."
Got it?"
Honghong then remembered that her young master was also a clay figure at the moment. When Xiaotian said that, Honghong suddenly felt guilty, "Young master..."
Tang Zixuan frowned slightly, but still said to Honghong: "Nothing, just keep walking."
Hearing this, Honghong felt as if he had received an amnesty order. He said happily: "Then let's go to the direction of the Spirit Clan first. I remember there is a lake when we get to the Spirit Clan. We will wash it then."
Tang Zixuan nodded and continued to walk forward. His expression was indifferent, as if nothing was a big deal. Even though his face was covered with mud and his whole body exuded a strong stench, he still remained calm.
Even the shit-yellow rigid gown was worn with his own personal style.
Xiaotian really didn't care. He had lived on the street since he was a child and had never suffered anything. This little bit of mud was nothing. He continued to walk forward with his crutch.
Gu Wenyu was the only one with a sad face. If she were a real Xiaohua, she would probably be the same as Xiaotian. But she was not Xiaohua, and she had never experienced the feeling of being covered in shit. But Xiaotian said that they
She has been used to it since childhood, what else can Gu Wenyu say? She said she has amnesia, so she is not used to it? If there is no stream, then it is just a dime ball and she can continue to follow.
"Xiaotian, did we ever roll in the mud when we were children?" Gu Wenyu was really curious. What was he doing rolling in the mud when he wanted food?
"Screen off, you don't remember." Xiaotian immediately replied. Ever since Xiaohua lost her memory, Xiaotian has been very happy to tell Xiaohua the past with Zhongzhong, hoping that Xiaohua can remember those things again.
"Then why are we rolling on the mud?" Gu Wenyu became more and more curious.
Xiaotian smiled bitterly when he heard this and said: "When I was young, I would steal other people's steamed buns when I was hungry, and then I would be chased and beaten by the shop owner. I never fell anywhere, and it was common to fall into the mud and get beaten."
"So that's it..." Gu Wenyu only knew that Xiaohua and Xiaotian had been begging for a living since childhood, but he never thought about these experiences. Xiaotian probably didn't think it was a pleasant memory, so he didn't take the initiative to tell Gu Wenyu.
Xiaotian saw that Gu Wenyu was a little dazed, so he smiled again and said: "But don't worry, I did all the stealing of buns and so on. You are so good, you never dare to take other people's things."
Gu Wenyu was a little moved when he heard this. Although they were both just children, abandoned by their parents since childhood, Xiaotian has been protecting Xiaohua in his own way.
"Do you get beaten often?" Gu Wenyu asked cautiously.
Xiaotian waved his hand indifferently, "I don't remember it for a long time."
Honghong, who was walking at the front, suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, little apprentice, it's just a bun. There's no need to steal it. Master will catch fish for you in the future."
"Hey, thank you, Master." Xiaotian rubbed his nose and said sullenly: "But now that Master Tang has his money bag, he can buy a lot of steamed buns when he goes back."
"Promise." Honghong glanced at Xiaotian and was quite speechless at him. With so much money, she could only buy steamed buns. You know, Tang Zixuan's wallet could be bought in a store.
Xiaotian didn't seem to notice Honghong's eyes. He was extremely excited when he thought about the money bag in his arms. He continued to say to Honghong: "And they all want to buy meat buns, not vegetables. For the sake of helping me catch fish."
Come on, I can treat you to a few. But you don’t need to thank me, you are my master.”
"It's not rare!" Hong Hong's childish voice sounded, full of disdain, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, obviously he was still very happy.
As the owner of the money bag, Tang Zixuan has lost control over it at this moment.
"Eh?" Xiaotian, who was originally happy, suddenly stopped and looked at the tree beside him with some suspicion.
"What are you doing?" Gu Wenyu, who was closest, asked.
Xiaotian did not answer Gu Wenyu, but instead called Honghong, "Fox, are you going the wrong way?"
"How is that possible! You, Uncle Fox, can walk right with your eyes closed!" Honghong said with certainty, showing no intention of stopping.
"No, you must have gone the wrong way. Don't leave yet and come back." Xiaotian said while waving, regardless of whether the people in front saw him or not.
Honghong turned around impatiently and said, "Just follow along. Why are there so many things?"
Xiaotian pointed to the tree in front of him and said, "I recognize this tree. We walked past it before, and we are walking back again."