"What then?" Yang Xiaojin asked.

"The hair is too neat, so there is no need to deal with it too much. Just handle it a little bit," Ren Xiaosu said, looking at the other party. The clothes look like that, but the details are still different from those of the refugees. The refugees cut their hair by themselves, so they are never neat and no one takes care of this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Xiaojin pull out the dagger from his sleeve and start cutting the ends of his hair without hesitation and rubbing it.

Yang Xiaojin originally had short hair that was flush with her chin, neatly and neatly, but when the dagger was cut, the ends of the hair were the same as those that had been gnawed by a dog.

Although it will be restored to its original state in one or two months, what surprised Ren Xiaosu was that Yang Xiaojin didn't care about his image in order to pretend to be a refugee.

He knew that some girls in the barriers cherish their hair just like their lives.

This Yang Xiaojin is too willing to do anything.

Yang Xiaojin shook his head: "What about now, is it a little like?"

"Well, it looks like it," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "The face is a little clean, and the lining of the clothes is a little clean, but it doesn't matter. As you said, it will take a day to arrive at Dabanshan. If you walk on this wilderness full of loess, nothing will be clean."

"Okay," Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Let's make some comments. If we arrive at a human settlement, people will ask about our relationship and don't let it go. How old are you this year?"

It seems that the two of them have asked more private questions for the first time today. They have never discussed these things in the past. In the mountains, they are discussing what is in the mountains, in the 109 barriers, discussing the technological breakthroughs of Li's family. These days they are discussing bandits in the valley area. They seem to have never learned about each other seriously, and it seems that everyone doesn't care much about this.

Ren Xiaosu vaguely remembers that Yang Xiaojin should be eighteen years old, and he is seventeen years old. If he told the truth, he would have to call Yang Xiaojin a sister, which would be a loss.

Ren Xiaosu pondered: "I am 20 years old this year."

Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Well, I'm 21 years old this year. Just call me sister. Don't let me know if you meet someone."

Ren Xiaosu: "???"

This is just talking lies with your eyes open, right? In the past, Ren Xiaosu always tricked others, but today, why are they tricked by others?

"Are you 21 years old?" Ren Xiaosu was dissatisfied: "Take out your resident ID card and I'll take a look."

"It's lost," Yang Xiaojin said nothing, "Okay, don't care about these details, you're lying first."

Ren Xiaosu suffered a loss. The two of them moved northwest, and he was still wondering how to get the place back.

In the vast wilderness, two people were like two small black dots, and the hills of the earth were like waves, as if rolling on the ground.

In the evening, the shadows of the two people were pulled very long on the ground, and the sparse clouds connecting the ground in the distance burned to the top of their heads.

At night, the stars in the sky are like the sea, as if within reach.

Yang Xiaojin said while rushing to the road, "I'm hungry."

Ren Xiaosu echoed: "So too."

"I don't want to hear this..."

"Why don't you even bring supplies?"
Chapter completed!