I don’t know who spread it. The villagers all knew that the beautiful woman was wandering around the village at the birthday party, and many people stood at the door and watched.

I haven't walked past one place, and there are villagers standing at the door with a smile.

If it were in the past, the Haidong Youth League would be angry, and even kill people.

But this time, she was very calm, so calm that she felt a little confused.

The two of them came to a high ground and saw the entire courtyard.

High and low, ups and downs.

Today is New Year's Eve, and the villagers are preparing the New Year's Eve dinner early, and white smoke is emitted from the chimneys of each house.

The smoke from cooking stoves curled up and went straight to the sky, and the empty and cold sky added an indescribable feeling.

Hai Dongqing murmured to himself: "Fireworks".

Looking around, she saw the group of white geese again, like emperors patrolling the territory, walking from one place to another.

Chicken and ducks bow their heads in the yard, pecking at food, yellow dogs lie in front of the door, and children are chasing and playing.

Zhang Qin followed Hai Dongqing's gaze and saw no difference. She only thought Hai Dongqing was curious about the countryside as a city man.

Suddenly.

The wind blows!

The wind blows!

Zhang Qin opened her mouth wide in surprise because she found that the smoke in the cooking yard was still straight and the wind was only blowing within a radius of about ten meters between the two of them.

"This, what kind of demonic wind is this?"

Hai Dongqing spoke without moving, as if she was still moving like a statue.

Zhang Qin looked at Hai Dongqing, and her sunglasses covered most of her face. She couldn't see Hai Dongqing's expression at this time.

At this time, Hai Dongqing had closed his eyes and traveled thousands of miles.

At this time, she was like her soul leaving her body and integrated into this world.

The chickens crow and the dogs crowed, and the smoke from the cooking stove was curling.

The world is so quiet, but quiet without death, but full of vitality.

The wind has not stopped, and it only blows within a range of about ten meters around. The smoke from cooking not far away is still rising straight.

Zhang Qin looked at Hai Dongqing blankly, and a bizarre thought emerged in her mind.
Chapter completed!