"Brother Zhang, since the river **** is so powerful and effective, why don't you enshrine him now?"

Ning Huanxin's words made Zhang Xiao's movements stiff.

He clenched the wine glass in his hand tightly, because he kept his head down, Ning Huanxin couldn't see his expression, but he could see that his hand holding the wine glass was already exposed. It can be seen that now Zhang Xiao was very excited.

"River God?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his head.

Ning Huanxin saw that his eyes were red.

"Little girl, do you believe that there are gods in this world? Since gods accept human offerings and incense, should they all have compassion?"

If there are gods, they should be compassionate.

Zhang Xiao’s eyes were deep and complicated, and the expressions in his eyes were full of bottomless sorrow: “A major event happened here in the village more than two decades ago. Since then, no one has dared to worship the river god, even... …They don’t even have the courage to approach the river. Because they once angered the river god, and the price of angering the gods is very expensive, so expensive that human lives cannot afford it."

The man's vicissitudes of life and sadness echoed in Ning Huanxin's ears.

Ning Huan turned the wine glass in his hand, hesitated for a while, and drank the wine in the glass.

She has already noticed that Zhang Xiao mentioned the past more than two decades ago. When he mentioned River God, he said "them" instead of "us".

So it can be seen that in his heart or subconsciously, he is not the same as the villagers in Zhangjia Town, and he may even disagree with that incident many years ago.

Let's make a bolder guess. Back then, Li Yan could be said to be the most beautiful girl in the two villages. Then what kind of man would she like?

And also let her be willing to make a lifelong private agreement with that man?

Everyone in the village believed in the existence of the river god, but Li Yan didn't believe it at all. It can be seen that her thinking is completely different from that of other girls of the same age in the village.

This is probably due to the influence of that man, so -

"Zhang Xiao, do you remember Li Yan?"

Ning Huanxin suddenly raised her head and asked coldly.

"Wow"

The wine glass in Zhang Xiao's hand fell on the table, and the wine spilled across the table.

He widened his eyes and looked at Ning Huanxin incredulously.

At this time Zhang Xiao couldn't say a word, but his expression and posture made the answer to that question self-evident.

Ning Huanxin lowered his head, put the wine glass again, and poured another glass of wine for Zhang Xiao.

She did not continue to ask, let alone ask Zhang Xiao if he was Li Yan's man.

She just passed the wine glass to Zhang Xiao's body again, and said faintly: "I saw you went to the grave for her, that box of rouge...you bought her for it?"

It was an old brand from a long time ago, and Ning Huanxin knew that it was no longer available for purchase.

But Zhang Xiao has it in his hands. It may be that he bought it many years ago and kept it, or it may be that he bought a lot of it before the brand went bankrupt and kept it.

Regardless of the possibility, Ning Huanxin is willing to believe that Zhang Xiao and Li Yan truly love each other.

He missed her, day after day, year after year.

"She likes the smell, the smell of rouge."

Zhang Xiao finally spoke at this moment.

And Ning Huanxin was finally fortunate to be an audience. Regarding the story of Li Yan and Zhang Xiao, she was the only audience for this story.