Chapter 8, Huai Tree Ditch

Things are valuable because they are rare! Suddenly, Jing Mao'an was struck by inspiration and uttered this phrase, but then felt something was amiss; it was a mismatch, the flattery was off-key, and the smile on his face gradually turned into a dry laugh

Lan Xiwen, with a playful smile revealing her teeth, looked shyly with her arched brows and eyes. Her innocent and carefree demeanor truly made the guys beside her wonder if it was this girl who had just thrown them into a flurry of confusion.

"Don't look! It may look good, but it doesn't taste good!" Lan Xishu's eyes were reluctant to leave Lan Xuwen's face.

The rat was striking the sparks that splashed onto its neck, and at that moment, it turned its face and saw Lan Xishu and the others.

The old man, resembling a rat, hunched over with a twisted face and an O-shaped mouth, his small eyes blinking incessantly, unable to believe his own eyes

Lan Xiwen smiled gently and nodded to the group of men who had just been at odds with each other, her smile warm and charming, truly a stark contrast to her demeanor just moments ago

The horse could not run away, and a group of people rode slowly around the locust tree. The recent bloody slaughter seemed unrelated to them, and their casual conversation on horseback was remarkably relaxed

Is there another one after the first one?

Such a smile is so friendly

Jing Mao'an blinked innocently, while Ding Ya and Hu Dage suppressed their laughter, cracking their whips and galloping past.

However, Lan Xiwen smiled sweetly with her eyes narrowed.

The mountains on both sides are low and sturdy, hardly deserving the name of mountains; they are merely earth mounds as high as two houses. The snow covers them, and the lines of the landscape are smooth and graceful. On the slopes, the jujube trees have lost eight or nine out of ten leaves, yet surprisingly, there are still unfallen red jujubes on the rugged branches, each one stunning against the backdrop of the desolate snowy slope. The house frequently turns its face to look, appearing quite greedy.

Suddenly feeling something, Jing Mao'an bent down to scoop a handful of clean snow and vigorously rubbed his face, continuing one after another until he felt clean enough to stop

The rat carefully moved a one-eared iron pot from the fire to the side, using a piece of rag to cushion it. It gingerly adjusted the pot's bottom to level it on the snow, as hot steam hissed and rose from the pot. The rat turned its face away to avoid the scalding steam, and with the tips of its feet, kicked the snow to extinguish the fire. It then bent down and tossed the smoking dry twig into the nearby barbecue fire.

The aroma of ground pepper, chili powder, and mixed grilled meats wafted over, and the brothers couldn't help but sniff eagerly.

"Hey, do you know that my aunt won't teach me how to use this? Hehe! It was a friend I just met who taught me." Lan Xiwen noticed that Lan Xishu's expression was displeased, and playfully shook Lan Xishu's arm that was holding her.

There is something slightly different! It's all the same! No matter what it's called, it's all the same! I don't mind! Hu Dage kept rubbing the back of his head, looking quite embarrassed, and An Hen almost wanted to kick him. It's really strange; when have you ever seen Hu Dage speak so well?

The group of them were secretly observing the delicate-looking girl beside Lan Xishu

Lan Xiwen! Young lady! Lan Xishu proudly introduced each horse tethered to the house as if showcasing treasures: "Ding Ya! Jing Mao'an, Hu Dage!"

The young lady of the Third Master not only possesses excellent skills but is also truly beautiful! In his view, a woman skilled in martial arts should be robust and fierce, resembling Sun Erniang, rather than being so delicate and charming while having such abilities.

Go up!" Lan Xishu glared at Jing Maoan, then pushed Lan Xiwen onto her horse, leaping onto Lan Xiwen's chestnut horse.

A bit embarrassing

Wait!

"It is not advisable to linger! We will discuss the Huai Tree Ditch again!" Lan Xishu whistled, and the brothers hurried to their mounts. Lan Xishu wrapped his arms around Fangzi and climbed onto his horse, but Fangzi refused: "Brother! No, don't! People will laugh to death."

As one steps into the spacious area of Huai Tree Ditch, the trees become sparser. The hooves of the horses scrape away the withered leaves hidden beneath the snow, sending up a flurry of snowflakes. Under a stone eave the size of half a room, wisps of smoke rise gently, creating an especially warm and familiar atmosphere

The mute eyes lack focus

Lan Xi Shu lightly furrowed her brows and glanced at the boomerang in Lan Xi Wen's hand, which was smaller than the usual boomerangs, seemingly customized for girls and children.

This is troublesome, my aunt often says, "I am the only woman in the world who does not resemble a woman!" Hehe!" Lan Xiwen bit her lip and smiled faintly

I remember your words! There are many scammers outside, " The house approached, and Lan Xi suddenly lowered his voice and chirped: "Don't worry! This friend of mine is very good, you will definitely like him!"

Lan Xi's demeanor was radiant, her face constantly contorted, perfectly symmetrical alongside Jing Mao'an on either side, a rather rare expression

A slender figure is busy at work, seemingly a househusband

They dare

How did one more person appear

After speaking, Lan Xiwen gave a sly smile, and there was a hint of mischief in her pure eyes

The snow-covered, hoofless locust tree gully is long and winding. Aside from the local old hunters, few people pass through here. There is no proper road, and the locust trees, sparse and intermittent, bear a few scattered leaves. Bird nests, laden with snow, are faintly visible on the high branches, and the distant mountains are layered one upon another

This is not ... ...

Jing Mao anxiously handed over his reins, his face full of eagerness and warmth: "Here, sister, take my horse!"

Hu Dage raised his riding whip, his face filled with excitement

A bit dizzy

Lan Xi did not speak, his expression furrowed. He had always been worried that Fangzi would make chaotic friends outside. He had repeatedly warned Fangzi that human hearts are inscrutable and one should not trust others easily

Wait a moment!

Lan Xi would not inquire in front of the brothers.

Hu Dage's website hetushu.com! Lan Xiwen smiled again, her eyes curving with delight

Lan Xi's heart was momentarily distracted, and with a doting smile, he made a sound with his nose first: "Hmph! That's hard to say! I only like houses like this!"

His house is his most precious treasure

Only then did Lan Xishu remember that Lan Xiwen had always wielded a sword. When did he learn to use a boomerang? Moreover, that stubborn and self-important old nun would never teach someone to use such a weapon.

For some unknown reason, the group suddenly became refined, each of them smiling as if they had been steeped in ink for decades. The subtlety and elegance of their demeanor made Lan Xishu feel quite disgusted.

It is indescribable; she is more beautiful than any girl I have ever seen. That natural, pure, and unique quality is beyond words

"Do not look at anyone else's girl!" Lan Xishu was not modest at all, kicking his horse closely to Lan Xiwen's horse, grabbing Lan Xiwen's arm with a triumphant expression, as if all of Lan Xiwen's skills were inherited from his teachings, completely unrelated to that old nun who made him feel uneasy just by thinking about her.

Lan Xi frowned again; that family considered themselves to be of a scholarly lineage and had always looked down upon those in the military, viewing them as outsiders. Apart from him, there were no friends in the house, which left him feeling a subtle discomfort and concern.

Jing Mao'an's half-smiling face appeared refined, yet it was not directed at him.

Jing Mao'an rolled his eyes and muttered: This has also been captured on the horse's hoof

Jing Mao'an raised his foot and then put it down again, squinting with a tilted chin: "Indeed!"

The boomerang is difficult to master, the girl is impressive! Jing Mao'an can only flatter and has nothing else to say

"To the Erhu! To the Erhu!" Lan Xishu corrected, observing Hu Dage's somewhat shy demeanor, which made the brothers feel a bit sour in their teeth.

The girl is quite skilled!" Jing Maoan, who was somewhat stammering, interjected, feeling that Lan Xiwen should have noticed him, the handsome guy, first. All along, he had been the center of attention whenever he and his friends went out together. This was the first time Jing Maoan felt uncomfortable being overlooked by a girl. However, after seizing the opportunity to speak, he found himself unable to come up with a follow-up sentence. His palms were sweating on the reins, and despite usually being talkative, when Lan Xiwen glanced at him, he felt his heart racing and dizzy, unable to utter a single coherent word.

In summary, apart from himself, he does not like his house to associate with outsiders, not even women

It is often said that Lan Xiwun does not mind at all, as she looks at Lan Xishu with a sidelong glance and a suppressed smile, for Lan Xishu often says this

Wait!

"Brother! Don't worry, she's a girl, my first friend I met in Beijing." Lan Xiwen, the adorable little one, wrinkled her nose, thinking of that girl, Wu Shuang, and felt happy; having friends feels truly wonderful

Ding Ya and Jing Mao An Hu Da Ge Da felt embarrassed for the first time as a group, yet they looked at the slightly smiling Lan Xiwen with no resentment whatsoever