Wen Tian tried to explain that he was not a monster, but the two peonies seemed to be really scared. No matter what Wen Tian said, they refused to speak up and tried very hard to be an ordinary peony flower.

There was no way to communicate with the two peonies, so Wen Tian ran outside again. Trees were planted at the door of every household. He wanted to know whether all the plants could talk or whether only the two peonies were special.

The sun was warm outside, and the big branches at the door swayed gently with the breeze. Apart from the children's playful sounds and the chirping of chickens and ducks, Wen Tian heard no special sounds.

Wen Tian didn't hear any tree making any sounds in the village.

He was relieved with gratitude. It seemed that it was not just his problem, but the two peonies in the room that had become spirits.

The tight heart relaxed, Wen Tian slowly walked back. Occasionally, people passing by would greet him curiously, and there would be children who were playing with him from afar, but they were curious but did not get close.

Wen Tian moved out a small stool and sat at the door to bask in the sun.

The two extremely quiet pots of peonies were brought out by him and placed in the sun. Wen Tian still remembered that they had said they wanted to bask in the sun before.

The time of sitting leisurely passed slowly. Wen Tian felt that he had been sitting for a while, but the sun in the sky just walked from the east to the middle.

The men in the village were probably busy, and they walked back in groups of three or three, occasionally having fun, and they were familiar with each other.

Wen Tian looked at them carefully with his hands on his chin.

He also did farm work in his previous life. At that time, his mother and sister were gone. He had nothing. In order to survive, he went to the farm to work for others. He had ten copper coins per acre of land, but he didn't have much money, but the owner made breakfast and lunch. He could only live with this job.

There were many people in the village who worked for life like him. Wen Tian had no ambition at that time and did not have much contact with them, but occasionally they envy these people. Although they lived in poverty, they had at least family members to accompany them. At noon, some men's wives would come to deliver water to them, and those who were better would also bring a few wild fruits. Wen Tian thought at that time that if his mother and sister were still there, someone would definitely deliver water to him when he was working in the field.

Before he knew it, he fell into memories of the past again, and Wen Tian stood up with his chin in a daze.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" A thin black child tilted his head and leaned over to Wen Tian, ​​looking in his direction curiously.

Wen Tian came to his senses, smiled at him, and pointed at the direction of the cafeteria, "Look at where, the chimney is smoking, and it's time to have lunch."

The child looked at the cafeteria with his feet, and didn't know what he thought of, so he sucked his saliva.

"Monkey, your mother called you back!" A furry head appeared behind the big tree and shouted loudly at the child beside Wen Tian.

"Don't call me a monkey!" When the monkey heard this sound, he jumped up like a firecracker. He rushed back quickly and pressed the owner of the sound to the ground. The two little hairs instantly hugged each other and formed a ball.

The battle began unexpectedly. Wen Tian looked at the two children who were fighting together in a daze and tried to go up and separate them, but the two children were obviously old opponents, and Wen Tian couldn't pull them at all. The monkey had a little advantage. He pressed the other child to the ground and rubbed it, and then rushed up the tree with flexibly hands and feet, proudly grimacing at the child covered in dust.

The child on the ground patted his butt, got up, and jumped his feet and let the monkey come down.

The monkey made a provocative face and layed on the big tree again. He even crawled while shaking the branches and rustled the leaves and fell down.

"Oh, my old waist..."

An old voice suddenly penetrated into the passionate and scolding of the two children. Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly settled on the big tree in front of him.

The big tree was still crying for a pain in her waist. The tree next door seemed to be unable to see it anymore and complained: "These two naughty children have to toss a few times a day, and their parents don't know how to take care of it!"

"Yes, yes, my leaves are almost bald by them." Another tender voice echoed.

Wen Tian looked at the source of the sound and saw a small sapling planted next to the tree on the right, only one person tall, with only a few lonely leaves on the forked branches.

Wen Tian: "..."

After looking at the two children who were still quarreling, the adults not far away didn't seem to care. He thought about it, fumbled in his sleeves for a while, and took out a handful of wedding candy.

"Stop quarrel, do you eat candy?" Wen Tian shook in front of the child with his wedding candy. The child under the tree stopped and his eyes were brightly looking at the candy wrapped in red paper.

"eat!"

Wen Tian laughed, rubbed his head, and handed him half of the candy, "Okay, no quarrels are allowed."

The child happily held the candy and said thank you brother. He shook the candy at the monkey on the tree proudly. He ran home with a handful of candy like a baby, and shouted, "Mom, mom, I have candy!"

The monkey lying on the tree was stunned. He slid down a little and stared at Wen Tian's hand.

Wen Tian waved at him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly slid down the tree and stood in front of Wen Tian.

Putting the remaining candy in his hand, Wen Tian patted his head and said in a gentle voice: "Go to play, don't be naughty in the future." After thinking about it, he pointed to the big tree that had dropped a lot of leaves and said: "Trees can also hurt."

The monkey widened his eyes slightly, looked at the tree and Wen Tian, ​​said he knew, and then ran away quickly with candy.

The big tree behind him shook, and the old voice said with gratitude: "I finally left, I have pity my old waist..."

The other trees said a few words in agreement, and slowly became silent again.

Compared to the two peonies that were chatting, the trees seemed to be silent most of the time.

The initial shock had passed, and the rest was more curiosity. Wen Tian looked at the trees in surprise. It seemed that only he could hear what they said, but why only he could hear it, Wen Tian didn't know.

He habitually touched the long-lived lock in his neck. The lock body was smooth and round, and it was a warm touch that was often touched and played with. After thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with any useful information. Wen Tian could only attribute all this to the appearance of the gods.

He can live a while again, and it doesn't seem to be unacceptable to be able to understand the flowers and plants talking.

During lunch, Chu Xiangtian came to find Wen Tian. Xiao Qiao was not here today, so he came to find Wen Tian to have dinner in person.

Wen Tian felt a little complicated towards Chu Xiangtian. Before last night, Chu Xiangtian's image in his heart was not easy to mess with, but after last night, he felt that this person was not as fierce as he looked. But if he really had a good attitude towards him, it seemed that it would not be in line with his current position.

Although Chu Xiangtian treated him with courtesy everywhere, in essence, one of them was a bandit and the other was a hostage. If he had the chance to choose, Wen Tian would definitely run away as soon as possible.

Chu Xiangtian didn't know his complicated thoughts. He had always liked beauties. Wen Tian was pretty and quite suitable for his taste. When faced with things he liked, people would always be more indulgent and tolerant.

"Is the injury better?"

After he said this, Wen Tian realized that his back seemed to be no longer hurting. He pressed his back with his back, and there was only a slight dull pain, which was much better than the pain he had when he touched it yesterday.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Chu Xiangtian nodded, and the two walked side by side towards the cafeteria.

On the way, Chu Xiangtian talked about Sifang Town, "Do you want to know the news about Sifang Town?"

Wen Tian looked slightly surprised: "Is that OK?"

“There is nothing to say.”

Chu Xiangtian slowly told him the situation of Sifang Town.

After Wen Tian was kidnapped on Xishan Road, the team sent a bride to the Wen family directly withdrew. Naturally, the relatives could not be achieved. The Wen family sent people to report to the officials, but Sifang Town was just a small place, and there were not many officers and soldiers stationed. It was really hard to support the bandits in Xishantou.

"I heard that your mother put pressure on the Jiao family and wanted to go to Xishantou to suppress bandits together with the government in Lehe Town."

Lehe Town and Sifang Town are on both sides of Qitianling. The officers and soldiers of a single town may not be able to take Xishan Village, but the forces of the two towns united. With the situation of the village that Wen Tian saw, if the two sides fought head-on, the vitality of Xishan Village would be greatly damaged.

"Aren't you worried?" Wen Tian looked at him in surprise. Chu Xiangtian said this as if he was telling a joke, and he could not tell that he cared about it at all.

Chu Xiangtian raised his eyebrows and chuckled, but his words were arrogant, "I'm not afraid of them coming, I'm afraid they won't come."

Wen Tian's hands hiding in his sleeves tightened, and once again deeply realized that the person beside him was a real bandit leader. He took a deep breath and asked softly: "Does it count if you promised me a request yesterday?"

Chu Xiangtian: "Natural calculation."

Wen Tian pursed his lips and said tentatively: "Can you please bring a letter to my mother?"

He was kidnapped for two days, and his mother and sister were anxious at home. Moreover, his father's true face had not been revealed, and what happened since his rebirth, he found that nothing was consistent with the development trajectory of his previous life. He was really worried that the changes caused by his reasons would affect his mother and sister.

Chu Xiangtian did not hesitate, "It's okay to send a message, but your mother may not believe it."

Wen Tian was slightly stunned, and then realized that others were in the bandit's nest. Even if Chu Xiangtian really sent someone to send a message to his mother, he probably wouldn't believe it. He might only think that he was coerced and was even more worried.

"Then what you said will count?"

Chu Xiangtian looked at him jokingly, "Don't believe me so much? Then when the matter is finished, I will send you home in person."

He deliberately dragged the ending sound very long, and his words were filled with some suggestive ambiguity, but Wen Tian had no intention of cooperating with him. He was still thinking about his mother and sister at home. Wen Yan shook his head and refused, "Put me down the mountain and I will go back by myself." Xishanzhai is not a kind person, and he doesn't want people to think that he has any connection with the bandit leader.

Chu Xiangtian twitched and didn't say anything after being rejected so thoroughly.

After lunch, Wen Tian went back alone. Chu Xiangtian seemed very busy. Halfway through the meal, someone came to call him, and he left in a hurry. Wen Tian vaguely heard the words "Sifang Town" and guessed that it should be related to the joint suppression of bandits he said before.

The time in the village was too slow and calm. Wen Tian never saw Chu Xiangtian again after lunch that day. He walked through the places where the village could go, and he also found many talking flowers and plants. Anyway, it was okay. Wen Tian pretended to be sitting on the grass and basking in the sun, but was actually secretly listening to the flowers and plants chatting.

After listening for a long time, most of the flowers and plants were talking about the climate this year, the lack of rain, etc., but they also mentioned a lot of useful information.

For example, the flowers and plants said that many people had come down the mountain recently and surrounded the entire mountain. They said that everyone at the foot of the mountain was holding torches, afraid that they would set fire to the mountain.

Wen Tian speculated that the officers and soldiers should have arrived, and at least one night at the foot of the mountain, the momentum was so huge that it was probably the coalition forces of Sifang Town and Lehe Town.

He stood up and patted the grass leaves on his body, wanting to go to Chu Xiangtian to ask about the situation.

When he returned to Xiao Qiao's house, he found that Chu Xiangtian was already waiting for him.

"Why did the head of the house come?" He subconsciously wanted to ask about the situation in Sifang Town, but he stopped talking again. He stayed safely in the village, without any reason to know the situation outside.

Chu Xiangtian said: "Your parents are at the foot of the mountain with their officers and soldiers."

Wen Tian's eyelids twitched and he said dryly.

Chu Xiangtian smiled teasingly, "Are you scared?"

Wen Tian lowered his eyes and made no sound, which was considered to be his words.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Chu Xiangtian stood up and looked down at him, "But you need a little help."

"What can I help?" Wen Tian was puzzled.

Chu Xiangtian put away his smile and said softly that he had offended him, and then tied Wen Tian up.

With his hands tied behind him, Wen Tian struggled uncomfortablely, with a little panic, "What are you going to do?!"

Chu Xiangtian also took off his tied hair and spread it behind him randomly. He looked at it with satisfaction for a moment and said, "Just go outside with Changxi so that they dare not act rashly."

Wen Tian turned his head to look at him, his heart was pounding, and the trace of trust he had established in him collapsed again, "You said you would let me go home."
To be continued...