Chapter 18: Scarecrow (9)

Qingyuan didn't know why she blushed. The girl in front of her was blushing and her eyes were bright and beautiful.
The gripped hand is also very warm.
He gently pulled her back and asked her to sit back on the stone bench and said, "Sing."
Xifeng knows that she sings badly, but this is one of her pleasures. She is always happy to bring scourge to Xiaohuo, but in the face of such a sincere audience, Xifeng suddenly found that she didn't want to punish him.
Wuying looked out from the half-covered door in the back room, and saw Xifeng sitting with the man holding hands, the scene was very warm.
However, he still can't see through the man's real body. The other party can see through him at a glance, but he can't see it at all, which makes him uncomfortable.
Xifeng must know it, but she helped hide it.
Xifeng, who decided to be a good man without torturing Qinglong's ears, let go of his hand and prepared to go back to sleep in the house. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a shadow on the ground. When I pushed the door in, I saw Wuying standing there as if waiting for her.
"Brother."
Wu Ying said, "Don't be angry with your sister, I have packed another room for you, go to sleep."
"Brother Brother is kind to me." Xifeng asked, "Where do you sleep?"
"I sleep in another cabin and there is an extra room where your friends can sleep."
"Okay." Xifeng had to walk back to the stone table again, and said, "Sleep, you sleep in that room."
Qingyuan nodded, and Westwind went to sleep in the back room.
Generally, at night, the monster will come out and cause trouble, even if it does not come out, because there is no daylight yang, so the monster will be heavier.
Xifeng was lying in bed and did not fall asleep. She was waiting for the monster to come out. The little black face and the little fire didn't know where they were going. They didn't even come back at the time of supper. Should the two childish ghosts fight if they were quarreling?
The west wind waited and waited, more and more sleepy, the eyelids drooped and fell asleep.
Soon after she fell asleep, a shadow jumped into the window.
Qingyuan looked at the west wind on the bed, looked at the ground again, and then lay down. Suddenly he heard movement outside the window. He looked up there and saw a one-legged figure jumped over in front of the window and back again.
Qingyuan walked slowly there, under the bright moonlight, a strange thing on the shelf. Qingyuan tilted his head and looked at it. It stood on one leg in front of the window sill. The unsuitable gray gown made it look strange, and the straw hat on his head shook with the wind. Suddenly there was a night breeze, blowing its hat to the ground.
The scarecrow wanted to bend over to pick it up, but it couldn't be picked up at all. It has no waist and the stick supporting it is straight.
He was struggling to pick it up, and he saw that the hat had been picked up and handed it to him.
It reached out and flicked it upwards, and the hat tapped on its head without any errors. It leaned slightly towards him and thanked him. Then he jumped back and forth in front of the window.
Qingyuan looked at it for a while, then opened the window and lay down on the ground, staring at the room beam in a daze.
Early in the morning, the morning sun shrouded the mountains, the light beams poured into the forest, and there were birds singing early in the morning, and twitter was noisy.
Xu Shi was quiet down the mountain. The awakened west wind was still full of sleep. She stretched out with satisfaction. When she put on her shoes, she would go to the water to wash her face. She suddenly kicked something. Get up: "Why are you in my house!"
After seeing Fang Liang for a night, Qingyuan sat up and slowly stood up and said, "In the house, sleep."
"... The back room refers to the back room on the right ..." Xifeng didn't bother to explain to him. He fell asleep all night, could he return to last night.
Facing this green dragon, she was more and more violent and abandoned.
The ground here was paved with stones. It was a long time ago. There were some cracks and dust on the ground. It dyed his back shirt white. The west wind walking behind looked unsightly, and raised his hand to shoot him the dust. The dust flew up, and it was particularly clear and flickering in the sunlight in the room.
Qingyuan caught her hand and turned back, saying, "Your hand will be dusty."
Xifeng's mouth twitched: "My hands are very clean."
"But it's all dust." Qingyuan looked at the dust on the top and twisted his eyebrows. "You see, it's all dust and dirty."
The west wind burst from the angry lungs: "I won't shoot you!"
Somehow bastard!
Qingyuan had already dragged her outside and pulled her to the spring to wash her hands. Xifeng crouched beside him expressionlessly, trying to hit someone.
Her three wishes for her new life, to eat and sleep to fight Qinglong.
He was very careful, washing his fingers one by one.
Westwind yawned and looked at him sideways: "Master Qinglong, was the place where you used to be spotless and cleaned by the little fairy five times a day?"
"Ten times."
"... It's so tiring to be your little fairy."
The two were still squatting next to Quan's eyes, and someone behind him chuckled: "It turns out that you are already in this relationship, and alone men and women are in the same room."
The tone of yin and yang is strange, even a beauty can't bear it.
Xifeng stood up and said, "Yeah, jealous!"
Pu Yu didn't expect her to reply like this, and said, "Shameless."
The west wind exclaimed angrily: "Yeah! I gave it to you, give me back."
Pu Yu shivered with rage, and finally snorted heavily. Even if the mouth was victorious, he turned and returned to the house.
Xifeng made a big grimace at her and wanted to be more rogue than her and still tender.
"Xifeng." Qing Yuan asked, "What is this relationship?"
"Children don't know so much."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Then you are younger than me."
Westwind asked: "How old are you? To be accurate to single digits, otherwise it will not count."
"I ..." Qingyuan was in deep thought. How old was he?
I have figured out the corner of the west wind of the counterattack routine, and I have to think about my name for so long. How can I remember my years of hundreds of thousands of years, and it must be accurate to single digits. She stepped on his head and touched his head: "Brother Qinglong is good."
Qingyuan, who was one head taller than her, looked down at her and always felt ... something was wrong.
Breakfast is still corn.
The west wind without a small fire can only nibble raw corn. She is happily chewing, seeing Wuying coming out, and handing one: "Brother has breakfast."
"Don't eat anymore," Wu Ying said. "We are going to continue to find the way. Will you walk?"
"I'm still looking for Miss Zhao's family."
"Well. If you don't find a way out, we will come back at night, and you have to be careful."
Xifeng sent the two of them away, stood at the door and looked at the farmyard again, but still did not see her little fire and that little black face.
Soon after they left, she also walked in the village with Qingyuan. Since Miss Zhao's family was a big living person, the monster could not hide her in the soil. She always had to find a container, which one she might be hiding in Villagers' homes.
She was curious that when the river was diverted and when the corn village reappeared, many people found it, but at that time no one was taken away by the monster, but now she has taken the Zhao family alone.
Is it because the water demon is holding the Miss Zhao family into the corn village, so the straw talents took Zhao Yuer homeopathically?
The two walked almost through the village, and did not see Zhao Yuer, even the place where her container was loaded was not felt.
When she recovered, it was already another sunset.
Like yesterday, the quiet village came to life again when the evening sun was shining.
Under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, there were women talking and nagging. Speaking of East parents, West is short.
There were still children who charged with corn stalks and played as general soldiers.
People on the road are also chatting, and the pigs, dogs and cows in the village also cried, and chickens, ducks, geese and others all went home.
Xifeng stopped in front of the farmhouse and suddenly realized something was wrong, she leaned over and said to the others.
"Qingyuan, what we heard yesterday was the same as what we heard today. But ... only here, it's different."
The people in this farmer's family said something different from yesterday.
The clear girl, no longer said that the birds stole the corn and wanted to the scarecrow. It was a soft whisper, like who was talking to, but no one answered her.
"I specially found you a gray cloth gown, which looks more like a person."
"You have to stand here every day and get a lot of sun. There is a straw hat at home. Let me put it on you."
"Shall I give you a name?"
The girl kept asking questions, like a lark. But no one answered, so quiet that even the west wind could hear the wind blowing across the cornfield.
"Shall I call you A Shou?"
The girl asked clearly, and she laughed.
"Okay."
Yoyo responded softly, causing Westwind to raise his head violently and look at the cornfield.
A one-foot-high scarecrow was slanted on the ground, his hat drooped, and he was wearing a long gray shirt.
The west wind paused and tentatively called out: "A Shou?"
The scarecrow looked at Qingyuan, and then looked at the west wind, and turned to jump into the corn forest.
Xifeng hurried to keep up, shouting at his bouncing back: "A Shou, you wait, is Miss Zhao's family by you? Will you hand it over? A Shou? A Shou?"
The Scarecrow didn't stop. It was very familiar with the woodland. After a while, it got rid of the west wind and disappeared into the cornfield again.
Xifeng didn't want to nibble the corn every day, so he had to go back to the Qingyuan to burn the corn field, but this time, he found that there were corn behind him, and there was no sign of Qingyuan at all.