Cannon Fodder Beauty Can't Escape [Transmigration Book]

The sky hangs low, clouds brush across the top of the mountain, and the wind is like a monster lurking in the mountains, waiting for an opportunity to sweep away a person to go back for companionship.

Everyone dared not stand up, for fear that they would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The wind lasted for about 10 minutes before gradually weakening.

The director team filmed this section in a hurry, intending to cut all the reactions of the guests into it.

Seeing that they had already started recording by the tent, Meng Qinghan consciously stood on the other side and waited.

A little girl brought her a stool, she thanked her, and looked at the shooting scene in the distance.

The yellow sand is rolling, and the withered grass all over the mountains is rustling.

Zhong Yisheng chatted with the interviewer gently, she is obviously out of tune with this place, but it always makes people feel that even the wind from the northwest is attached to her.

Meng Qinghan changed several locations with the program group, and finally even went to film the place where Zhong Yisheng went to school. The interviewer asked her what impressed her most when she was in school, and she gave a very red and positive answer.

A pair of entrepreneurial couples who were also asked this question had similar answers to hers, describing how rapid the economic development of the Northwest has been in recent years, and how poor their school environment was, but now the school even has a stadium.

After filming for a whole day, Zhong Yisheng was released.

Meng Qinghan changed her into a thicker dress, and asked her: "Did you learn Japanese at that time? I didn't even hear it from you."

Zhong Yisheng buried his chin into the scarf and whispered, "I told you."

Meng Qinghan was taken aback.

She can't remember.

Zhong Yi said: "After I tell you, tell me not to be a traitor in the future."

"..." Meng Qinghan sneered, "Huh?"

Zhong Yisheng pursed his lips, looked at her and smiled.

Meng Qinghan thought about it carefully, it was really like what she said.

There is no way to explain it.

After returning to the hotel, Meng Qinghan began to pack her things.

Zhong Yisheng hesitated for a long time, but still asked: "Your birthday is the day after tomorrow, do you want to spend it here?"

Meng Qinghan turned her head and glanced at her, raised one eyebrow, "Sure, I'll look online for travel guides, it's a bit close to Dunhuang, we can go there tonight."

Zhong Yisheng said: "Can I take you to see...the place where I lived in junior high school?"

Seeing her lowering her eyebrows and eyes, Meng Qinghan seemed to be struggling, she zipped up the suitcase, got up and hugged her: "Of course."

They met late, and she failed to protect Zhong Yisheng when she needed her most.

Going to see the places where she left traces now, it seems that she participated in Zhong Yisheng's past in another way.

The two chartered a car to Shexi the next day.

A short street, with street vendors and shopkeepers rubbing shoulders, has the shadow of a simple market a long time ago.

The starting point of the bus is the County People's Hospital, and the ending point is the County No. [-] Middle School.

For some reason, Meng Qinghan suddenly felt that all this was very familiar, as if she had grown up here.

She saw a lot of stalls selling candied haws filled with sweet fermented grains on the street.

Zhong Yisheng likes to eat this the most.

But how did she know that Zhong Yisheng liked to eat this?

The car is parked near a construction plant.

It is said that there used to be two rows of small houses here, with a total of 24 rooms, but they were in disrepair for a long time, which affected the appearance of the county a bit. It happened that a group was going to build a building here, so the house was demolished.

They went to a high-end courtyard nearby, with an apricot tree planted beside it.

It's winter, the apricot trees are bare, and there is still snow that hasn't melted.

Meng Qinghan unloaded the luggage and found that the courtyard door was open.

She turned to look at Zhong Yisheng.

Zhong Yi said: "I asked someone to help rent it for a few days."

The yard is very clean, with heating installed inside, and all kinds of daily necessities are also complete.

Meng Qinghan still saw a few pots of flowers on the window sill that couldn't be named. She went to fiddle with them a few times, and waved to Zhong Yisheng: "The flowers are so fragrant, they must be good for sleeping at night, or we move them to the bedside?"

Zhong Yisheng said warmly: "Moving in, not only can you smell the fragrance of flowers, but you can also chat with bugs at night."

Meng Qinghan: "..."

Facts have proved that Zhong Yisheng is right.

After wandering around the room for a while, she found several strange-looking bugs.

Zhong Yisheng said it was normal, scorpions were found every day in the house where she lived in junior high school.

Meng Qinghan thought for a while, and thought it was quite scary, "Then how do you kill it?"

Zhong Yisheng raised his eyebrows: "I won't kill you."

Meng Qinghan: "?"

"Catch it." Zhong Yisheng said, "Sell for money."

"…………"

It was extremely cold in the county town, neither of them wanted to go out at night, so Meng Qinghan ordered takeaway.

As night approached, the dark clouds gradually dispersed and the moonlight shone through the window.

Meng Qinghan always felt heavy in her heart, as if something was wrong, she didn't feel strange at all when she arrived in a place for the first time, instead she had a complex feeling of reunion after a long absence.

too weird.

It took many methods to suppress the slight sadness in my heart, and asked Zhong Yisheng: "Then what about the person who helped you? Is she still in the county?"

Zhong Yi shook his head, then nodded again.

Meng Qinghan thought, could there be a contradiction.

Zhong Yisheng said: "I went back to City A when I was in high school."

Meng Qinghan said: "She doesn't want you to go?"

Zhong Yisheng pulled up the quilt, and lay sideways on her lap, "It should, right."

Meng Qinghan stroked her hair, "Fortunately, it's winter, otherwise there will be thunder in summer... The sound of thunder will definitely surround my ears in 3D, it will scare people to death."

Zhong Yisheng smiled slightly.

The eye sockets are a little wet.

The summer vacation of the third year of junior high school.

Qin Yuan had passed away, and Zhong Yisheng was taken back.

She left in a hurry that day and missed the farewell.

When I returned to Shexi again, it was already half a month later.

Knowing that she was going back, Jiang Xueci specially invited her to have dinner. She wanted to ask about Meng Qinghan, but Jiang Xueci said that Meng Qinghan was in a bad mood recently and was in an Internet cafe.

At that time, everyone went to Internet cafes to log on to QQ to chat, and the most powerful thing was to steal food.

They found Meng Qinghan in the Internet cafe, she was sleeping on the keyboard.

Jiang Xueci went to wake people up.

The moment Meng Qinghan looked up, Zhong Yisheng's eyes froze.

She saw the bruises on her face.

Jiang Xueci was also taken aback.

She hurriedly asked what happened, Meng Qinghan said flatly: "The door was knocked."

Zhong Yisheng hugged her schoolbag tightly. She brought her a gift, which was a camera.Originally, I wanted to take a photo of Meng Qinghan, but now she has an injury on her face.

Jiang Xueci comforted her, saying that she would take Meng Qinghan to take photoshoots.

Let her not worry.

Zhong Yisheng's gaze met Meng Qinghan's from afar.

Meng Qinghan looked at her for a while, then left.

Jiang Xueci persuaded her that the gap between them is too big now, and no one will accept it so quickly.

Zhong Yisheng was in a trance for most of the day, until at night, she wanted to go out to find Meng Qinghan, but found a person standing under the dim streetlight.

Meng Qinghan was wearing a sweater hat, and turned around to reveal her face.

Zhong Yisheng was both happy and anxious, she quickly ran into the house to get the camera.

She felt that such a good person as Meng Qinghan should not be trapped in this place, she should see the wider world and take pictures of the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Meng Qinghan glanced at the camera, but didn't answer it.

Zhong Yisheng smelled a faint smell of blood, but because there was a pork shop here, plus the various smells in the sewer, she soon stopped smelling it.

Two people walk side by side on the road.

A car passed by, and the rear of the car rolled up fine dust.

"I will come back every holiday." Zhong Yisheng said.

Meng Qinghan laughed out loud.

She didn't talk much that night, she had been quietly listening to Zhong Yi's voice.

I walked back and forth from the street in the county seat.

Meng Qinghan suddenly patted her on the forehead, her eyes turned red, "Don't come back in the future. The sky is high, let the birds fly, don't be framed by this place."

Zhong Yisheng held her hand stubbornly: "I'll take care of you from now on."

The summer evening breeze gently covered the cheeks.

Meng Qinghan rubbed her hair, her cold white skin almost glowed at night, her eyes were also watery, "It's a bit cold."

She tugged at her sleeves, and took out a photo as if by magic, with an Internet cafe in the background, she was sitting sideways, with a slightly pulled expression.

Zhong Yisheng cherished it very much. She put the photo in her bag and handed over the camera.

Meng Qinghan shook her head: "No, give me another chance next time."

Zhong Yisheng tilted his head to observe her expression.

Meng Qinghan narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Goodbye."

She turned around and walked away, her pace quickened, as if she was about to go on an unknown journey.

Zhong Yisheng felt inexplicably that the distance between them was just as it is now... getting farther and farther away.

Holding the camera in her hand, she said loudly, "See you tomorrow."

The back figure that didn't have time to get into the memory paused for a while, and then a sand truck passed by, and the wheels rolled up the dust, blocking the line of sight.

It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and the thunder was intense.

The next day, she received news of her death.

At noon the next day, Meng Qinghan walked around the courtyard. When she came back, she said to Zhong Yisheng: "There is also a shop nearby that makes artificial dolls. The owner of the shop is a grandfather. I took a look outside. Those dolls It looks so much like a real person!"

Almost indistinguishable.

Sure enough, the master is among the people.

Zhong Yisheng helped her warm her hands. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said seriously: "There is indeed a grandfather who made a puppet nearby, but he disappeared more than ten years ago."

Meng Qinghan: "..."

She trembled all over and was shocked, "Then what I saw was..."

Damn, I've watched too many rural ghost dramas, so I don't really run into ghosts, do I?

Zhong Yisheng lowered his eyes and pinched her finger bones: "Just kidding."

"........."

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One update tonight and another update tomorrow~

感谢在2022-05-2400:53:10~2022-05-2421:37:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Bai Yu;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：狐狸大人8瓶；乐壹6瓶；大闸蟹5瓶；APENGYT3瓶；花色、征小白1瓶；

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