Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Originally, song Huisheng only pitied Song Wei and left this scholar who seemed very stupid to him.

But after so many years, he felt that Song Wei should have been the Song family.

The seven brothers and sisters didn't want Mr. Song to go, neither did song echo himself.

But when his grandmother passed away, song Huisheng was sad. He suddenly thought that Song Wei would leave one day. In fact, he was not the real song family.

Song Wei is silent and doesn't give Song Hui an answer immediately. However, Song Hui's hand on his knee pinches tighter and tighter, and the veins on the back of his hand swell up, but at a certain moment he suddenly relaxes.

He lowered his head and pretended to be relaxed: "well, it's Mr. Song's freedom to come and go. When are you going to leave, please tell us earlier that we I'll do it for you. "

When it comes to the last sentence, song Huisheng's shoulder trembles slightly, and his voice is difficult. It seems that this sentence is squeezed out of his throat.

"No way." The clear voice rings from behind him. Song Huisheng suddenly raises his head and stares at Song Wei with his pupils slightly enlarged.

I couldn't believe it for a moment.

As a result, song echo is a little speechless now.

Song Wei raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He said, "I like it very much. I won't go."

"The snow here is very different from that in the mountains. No, it's not just snow My friends say that people outside are terrible, but I don't think so... "

After staying here for such a long time, Song Wei never talked about it, but that night he stayed with song echo in the Lingtang and talked about it in detail.

His eyes are always clean and bright, especially when filled with a shallow smile, attracting people to unconsciously look into his eyes, this look will sink into his eyes, can't come out.

In a flash, it was another three years. In May of this year, it rained all the time in Yucheng. What Yucheng mainly grows is not rice, but a kind of crop called Huanggu.

The harvest of Huanggu begins in the middle of June every year. It's time to pick Huanggu from 5:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. every day. After 5:00 p.m., the millet will wither quickly and can't be eaten any more.

By the end of June and the beginning of July, there will be a harvest period. After the harvest period, the number of newly mature millet in Huanggu will decrease day by day. Until August, the leaves of Huanggu begin to wither and no new millet will grow.

The picked yellow grain is dried and stored in the sun. It can be used to go to other places to exchange money or grain. The people in Yucheng will keep their staple food for a year.

However, since May, it has been raining all the time. In June, it stopped raining. But when the harvest of Huanggu came, it began to rain again.

Many newly grown and immature Huanggu are very fragile. They are knocked down from the branches by the rain. The rhizomes of Huanggu are soaked in the rain for a long time and begin to rot. even if they are picked in time, they will be damaged because they can't be dried in time in rainy days.

Every day, after the Yellow Valley in the field is taken back, the people in Yucheng will sit at home, watching the continuous rain outside and worrying, begging for the rain to stop quickly.

But the rain never stopped. Even when the harvest was good at the end of July, their daily harvest in Chengdu was not as good as that at the end of June.

For a moment, the people in Yucheng were worried day by day.

Although Yucheng is a city, it is actually very small, which can't be compared with a normal town. Most of the people in the city near the gate depend on Zhuangzi outside the city to survive.