Fresh Department Shenhao

Cao Wo's words are not unreasonable.

Xie Yinren is indeed Su Ran's 'wife'. When the wife comes to control the situation, the husband naturally stands by and enjoys the 'Yinren moment'. He does not have to be in front of everything, sometimes behind his wife.

That's pretty good, isn't it?

However, after it is confirmed that she is Aunt Luo's granddaughter, the relationship between the two will actually become complicated.

Very complicated.

In the rain curtain, the crisp sound of tinkling bells echoed in the ears. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the bridge. She was dressed in white clothes and silver jewelry, wrapping her delicate body. Her skin looked very white in the rainy day. She held an umbrella in her hand and took a white and tender step step by step.

Her long legs were walking on the bridge, unconsciously revealing all her charms.

It was the first time that Cao Wo saw Xie Yinren appearing in such a highlight moment. Then he looked at the other three beautiful women around him. He didn't know what their powerful identities were. At this moment, Cao Wo finally realized why the squad leader treated the same people in the school.

The charming senior sister is no longer interested. Without him, what the squad leader wants is not how beautiful you are and how good your figure is. This is not the monitor’s XP. What they are playing with is the character. Behind the national beauty and fragrance are the tough characters with different styles.

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Miaojiang Saint is very nice.

Girls from the Western Region are very mysterious.

Chongqing girls are very hot.

Girls from Shanghai are very fashionable.

Old-style girls understand romance.

Cheongsam is light and familiar with people's hearts.

I am a winner in life. In fact, Su Ran feels that she is a bitter person. Others laugh at me because I am too crazy. I laugh at others because they cannot see through it. She is just an aunt who will ride on Su Ran's head and suffocate him to death if she disagrees with her.

It can be seen from the expressions of the villagers that Xie Yinren, who has not been seen for half a year, is still an irreplaceable belief in their hearts. After all, they have never seen her again after that night. After calming down, everyone will reflect on it and miss her as time goes by. After all, Xie Yinren

It is a child that the whole village holds in the palm of their hands for fear of falling, holds it in their mouths for fear of melting, and has raised it little by little.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

What made them most emotional was that Xie Yinren was back at this moment. Just like every time there was a flood in the village, she would come back and advise everyone to go to a safe place for safety.

She walked step by step under the gaze of everyone, passed by her best friend, glanced at Su Ran, passed by Aunt Luo, and stopped for a step. Aunt Luo wanted to say something, and Xie Yinren nodded slightly to indicate that she would talk later.

, walked past Cao Wo, didn’t recognize him, ignored him, and finally stopped in front of Uncle Aniu: “Uncle Aniu…”

"Eh!" Uncle Aniu nodded and wanted to ask her how she had been in the past six months, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. After all, it was Xie Song who set himself on fire to ask the villagers to let his granddaughter Yin Ren go. At this time

Too embarrassed to ask.

Xie Yinren glanced at the familiar faces and nodded towards Liu Gan. Liu Gan avoided Xie Yinren's eyes and sighed. After all, he admitted in his heart that his granddaughter was indeed inferior to Yin Ren, because he understood from the moment Xie Yinren came out.

The villagers didn't say it, but in their hearts they only recognized Xie Yin. This was not only because all the villagers had been raised since childhood, but also because according to the thousands of years of tradition in their village, Xie Yin was a legitimate saint. Alas...

...with a sigh, it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps starting from today, this thousand-year-old saintly system will end and withdraw from the stage of history forever, and Xie Yinren is the last saint.

Xie Yinren said in his usual tone: "The weather is too bad now. It's better to move everyone to a safe place as soon as possible. If a flash flood occurs, our village will be finished and everyone's lives will be threatened. Let's move together, okay?"

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"Okay!" Everyone responded in unison. Alu said a thousand words, but Xie Yin couldn't say a word. Everyone has faith. However, Alu can't do it, only Xie Yin can!

"I'll go back and get my clothes."

"I'll go back and get the quilt."

"Ren Yin, I made your favorite glutinous rice cake, wait for me to bring it to you."

Each villager showed a simple smile, as if they were trying to make up for something, and ran home one after another to pack up their things and come back, stuffing Xie Yinren's favorite food into her hand, and also stuffed into her hand the Xinmiao clothes prepared for her. Inside, everyone was chatting and laughing and moved to the high slope sheltered bay. This was also the 'safe haven' chosen by Yin people in the past. Whenever there was bad weather, they would take shelter here. It was the same today. Xie Yin people continued to call on everyone to come. When we got here, we helped everyone set up the tents. Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that all the preparations were done and no Xie Yin was seen.

Everyone searched for a long time but could not find any trace of them.

I don’t know when she left. She left before anyone could say a word.

"Where is Yin? Where is Liu Qian Yin?"

Uncle Aniu asked, shaking his numb Liu Qian.

"She's gone and won't come back."

Liu Gan stood on the hill in his raincoat, looking at the jungle at the exit. He didn't say anything, but in his hand he held tightly the letter Xie Yinren gave him. The letter had been soaked by the heavy rain. Although the font was shaped like a lake, he could still read it clearly. The words written - [Uncle Liu Qian, say thank you to all the villagers for me, for taking care of me since I was a child and for raising me up, and for providing me with education. Farewell.]

I'm thankful because I don't know who I am when I go out, so I have taken care of him since childhood.

The farewell was because her mother died here and there was no way she could come back.

I have fulfilled my obligation as a saint, and there is no more involvement from now on.

"Sigh... Actually it was her mother who set herself on fire to save Qin Pingan, otherwise the villagers would not let Qin Pingan blaspheme the saint. And Xie Song went to put out the fire, haha," Liu Gan shook his head, "He asked me to put out the fire." Qin Ping'an was sent out of the village, alas... As for Yin Ren, it was entirely Xie Song and I's stubborn thinking that kept her here without telling her... It was wrong, we were both very wrong..."

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On the way out of the mountain, the water was too strong. Everyone did not take the waterway. Instead, they walked along the shore under the leadership of Xie Yinren. Along the way, Xie Yinren kept looking back. She always felt that someone was watching her from behind, waiting for her to turn back. , the jungle behind is just swaying trees.

Xie Yinren's heart was tugged.

As if he knew who it was.

Maybe it's because he didn't die and took one more look at his granddaughter at the end.

Su Ran: "What's wrong?"

Xie Yinren: "No, it's nothing."

Su Ran: "Let's go."

Xie Yinren took one more look, turned and left.

Walking all the way to the ferry, everyone patted the soil with their hands and let out a long sigh of relief. They were finally out. Only Xie Yin stood there looking at the woods and somewhere overgrown with weeds, kneeling on his knees. He kowtowed three times and whispered: "Goodbye Aweng."

There was a couple of movements in the grass.

Flowers are like Yin, and willows are like Yin. Flowers and willows are like Yin. Young people part with flowers and willows, bowing their heads and weeping.

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This volume: The Saint is not a Saint is over.

Next volume: Where did the princess from the Western Regions come from?