Chapter 277 Do You Belong to Yellow Camel Village?

Hu family

"Girl Zhi, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing here?" Uncle Hu woke up from a sleep and wanted to go to the thatched hut, but the lights were still on in the kitchen.

Angelica is rolling the dough into long strips, and then using a knife to cut into small long sections.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat, and said with a smile, "Meng Nan and Jin Xiao'an are leaving tomorrow. I'll make them something to eat and let them take them on the road."

Uncle Huber snorted, "Want to help? I'll set a fire for you."

Bai Zhi waved his hand: "No, no, I can do it alone, go to sleep, I'm almost done."

Huber didn't reluctantly, nodded and turned back to the house.

Hu Feng, who was meditating and performing exercises in the room, slowly opened his eyes. After hearing the door of the next room closing, he opened the door and came out.

The air is filled with the smell of sweet food, the night is already dark, the full moon hangs high, and the backyard looks bright.

"You make so much, can they finish it?"

Hu Feng's voice sounded abruptly, scaring her to the point of cutting her fingers.

Putting down the knife, she turned to look at Hu Feng, who was standing at the door of the room, and said with round eyes, "You're going to scare people to death, it's the middle of the night." Why is this guy walking silently? Could it be that he used light energy when he walked?

Hu Feng walked into the kitchen leisurely, sat down on the stool on the stove, glanced at the fire in the stove, and threw two dry wood in it.

"You also know it's the middle of the night? It's just breakfast for two people, how much do you need to make?" He glanced at the drawer on the stove. The three-tier drawer was half full.

Bai Zhi said: "Meng Nan is the noble son of Kyoto. When returning to Beijing this time, I estimate that in addition to the people sent by the yamen, there will definitely be people from the Meng family in Kyoto to pick him up. Doing more is better than doing less and not eating enough."

She continued the work in her hand, her eyes focused on the dough in her hand, and her mouth was not idle: "Hu Feng, one day in the future, you will regain your memory, change your body, and become a rich boy like Meng Nan, and think about it now. Come, will you feel the humiliation of living?"

Hu Feng didn't look at her, and looked at the flames jumping in the stove, "Why do you think I'm a rich boy? Maybe I'm just an ordinary person."

Bai Zhi shook his head: "You can never be an ordinary person."

Hu Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Are you so sure? Why?"

She stopped the movement in her hand, put down the kitchen knife, and pointed her head with her finger: "Intuition, my intuition tells me that you must be an unusual person. You do not belong to Huangtuo Village, and you will leave sooner or later."

Hu Feng looked up at her and looked at her serious eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, like the brightest star in the night sky. When he was helpless and confused, it would always bring him a glimmer of light. hope.

"What about you? Do you belong to the Yellow Camel Village?"

Her hands that cut the dough stopped, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, confusion about the unknown future, confusion about her future life, everything seemed to be going well at present, but she knew that this kind of peace would not last long of.

Whether in this inexplicable world or in another world she was familiar with, there was no long-term peace and tranquility.

But so what? That's life, isn't it?

Lost, it was only for a moment, she curled her lips and smiled, and looked sideways at Hu Feng with burning eyes, "Of course, for now, you and I both belong to Huangtuo Village. As for the future, that is the future. Day by day, no one knows what will happen the next moment."