"A few years later, maybe there will be such a thing..."

Ling Luoyu knocked his bowl, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Do you want to eat? If you don't, I will eat it!"

Looking at the two, Dingmiao suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant: "Then... you eat slowly, I'll go now..."

The two people who were eating didn't mean to stay, so they waved him to leave.

After closing the door, Dingmiao stepped up and left, but after more than ten steps, he walked back quietly.

In the room, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin were still talking babblingly, but they were all about play and scenery, and there was nothing he wanted to hear, so there was no slander in their hearts--

What are these two people doing? !

They stay here for no reason, why on earth! ?

Moreover, what he hears now is all about playing. Could it be that they really want to spend a few days in this place? !

How could it be?

The next day, the two brought some dry food and water, and they were full of energy.

Seeing that, it is clear that I am going to a picnic somewhere!

He greeted Dingmiao happily, and they talked and laughed on the road.

Looking at the backs of the two, the shop owner knocked on the counter: "Little stator...what is the relationship between you and these two people?"

After the day before yesterday, the tension between the two is no longer like at the beginning.

"I don't know!" Dingmiao murmured, his eyes slightly different.

"You said... if you are friends, they have no reason to want you to stay here and work! But if you are not friends... why are they waiting for you here?"

"...The shopkeeper, I'm going to do something..."

No longer paying attention to the gossip curiosity of the shop owner, he pushed away the rooms of Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin.

These two people, for convenience, did not live in the inn, but temporarily rented this private room as a resting place

Anyway, they both return to the chaotic secluded realm to rest at night, and they don't really need to sleep here.

Several sheets of rice paper were scattered on the floor of the room.

Dingmiao casually put them away and put them back on the table cleanly. The ink dots gathered up and prepared to throw them away.

In the next second, his movement suddenly stopped, suddenly looking down at the rice paper in his hand.

"this is"

Taking a breath, he slowly and carefully opened the rice paper.

On the crumpled rice paper, a few ink dots were scattered and there were no rules.

Dingmiao looked through a few photos in succession, then suddenly overlapped them and greeted the window.

Through the light of the window, the ink dots on the rice paper overlapped.

Although it was messy, he still saw some clues

"impossible"

Suddenly bowing his head, his eyes flickered.

"this is"

Stunned for a moment, he suddenly took off his apron and rushed out.

At the door, Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin had long been gone.

After the shopkeeper was taken aback, he suddenly roared: "Little stator, what are you doing..."

Before finishing speaking, the figure of Dingmiao disappeared at the entrance of the street.

On the small path of the sheep's intestines, a gray-haired old man was pushing the cart, and on the cart was a gray-haired old lady.

"I said, fat man, can you be safe?!"

"Three young masters, you can't blame me... this road is bumpy, how can you keep me steady?!"

"Can you see such a big pit?"

"...Isn't it because my technique is not good, I don't have a balance..."

With that, the small cart was knocked over by a small stone, and the little old lady was overturned directly.