Chapter 370 Wang Chunlu's House in Shilin Village
Ye Xiaomei didn't even look at him, she stared straight at Zhou He, and Ye Xiaomei had most of the images in her mind. She smiled and said:
"No need, I can always find Professor Qin."
Ye Xiaomei turned to look at Wang Chunlu and said word by word:
"Don't think this is a good thing."
After saying that, Ye Xiaomei turned around and walked out of the school gate, muttering to herself: Qin Rong is not dead, she is hiding... She must find Qin Rong and find out the whole story.
In particular, why is the blood of her daughter Qin Xiaoyi so similar to snake blood at an astonishing 86%?
Ye Xiaomei also wanted to find a breakthrough here to understand her own life experience.
And the most important point is, wasn't Qin Rong's death reported in the newspapers? Why did she pretend to be dead and hide?
Ye Xiaomei was thinking as she walked towards her rental apartment. Zhou He followed her in a pretentious manner:
"Why are you ignoring me?"
Ye Xiaomei then remembered that Zhou He had spoken for her just now: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you just now."
Zhou He felt better. "Don't listen to Wang Chunlu's nonsense. If you are recommended, your place is recorded in the register. If you are worried, I will ask my uncle to ask for you when I get home."
Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled: "Your third uncle?"
"Yes, my third uncle is on duty at HKUST."
Ye Xiaomei was not interested in this at all. Whether to go to HKUST was not worth mentioning to her at the moment, but Zhou He had already brought it up with good intentions, so Ye Xiaomei could only respond perfunctorily.
Back at the rented house, Ye Xiaomei remembered the note she left for Zhang Erquan. She had already promised him that they would go to Changshou Village for a visit during the summer vacation next year.
As it was already very cold today, taking a shower was particularly inconvenient, so Ye Xiaomei lit a briquette stove and placed it in the rented house, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.
When facing the mirror, Ye Xiaomei looked at her graceful body. The vivid white snake looked like a tattoo, winding around her waist from below her collarbone, with the snake's tail just at her private parts.
The last time Ye Xiaomei had the checkup, her scalp went numb. This time, she still tried to remain calm.
Such a horrible tattoo was like a death warrant that could not be removed. She found it hard to imagine how she would face it when Ma Qijun returned after the Chinese New Year.
Ye Xiaomei was lying in bed tossing and turning in bed, feeling upset. She had no one to talk to about this matter, so she could only keep it in her heart and endure it.
No, she had to take the initiative to find the reason. This feeling of not knowing whether she would turn into a monster and not being able to control the outcome was too unsettling.
Ye Xiaomei got up, took a pen and paper and crawled into the bed. She started painting according to the fragments of the picture she saw in Wang Chunlu's heart.
She saw the farmhouse and a space made of stone slabs with a stone table and stone benches and a fireplace on the wall.
Where is this? A farmhouse with this kind of layout is a very distinctive residential building in the suburbs, but where is this dim room made of stone?
You should know that there are only two types of farmhouses, most of which are made of mud or tile, because they are easier to move, unless they are near a mountain, in which case you don't need to waste so much labor costs to move them.
Ye Xiaomei looked at the broken paintings in her hands and checked the time. It was half past ten in the evening. She decisively called Zhang Sanmao.
As expected, Ye Xiaomei guessed correctly in this question.
There is a village called Shilin about 300 kilometers east of Chaocheng. It was only during the land reform two years ago that Shilin Village was included in the territory of Chaocheng because it was too poor and its economic development had always been backward.
The next day was Saturday, and Ye Xiaomei first pulled Shang Zhen out of the dormitory where he was playing poker with others.
"Where are you going? I finally won thirty dollars after two rounds of fighting." Shang Zhen reluctantly went out carrying his space suit.
It's cold and windy today, and the sky is particularly gloomy. You can tell at a glance that the first snow might fall.
Ye Xiaomei simply said, "Go to Shilin Village. I heard from Wang Chunlu yesterday evening that Professor Qin is not dead and lives there."
Shang Zhen was stunned: "Is it true? It's been published in the newspaper, how can it be false?" Shang Zhen became excited. Almost everyone in Chaocheng knew the news of Qin Rong's death.
"I don't know, anyway, that's what Wang Chunlu said." Ye Xiaomei didn't see Qin Rong's appearance in the picture at all, she only saw that the back of the person sitting on the stone bench did look very much like Qin Rong.
Once Shang Zhen was told about this, he stopped talking to her the rest of the way.
——Ye Xiaomei, you said she is still alive, why is she hiding? Is it because her daughter has a strange disease and she is afraid of being talked about?
——Ye Xiaomei, seriously, what do you want to see her for? Is it just for the admission quota?
——Why aren't you talking? I noticed that you haven't smiled much in the past month or so. Look at your dimples, they're almost filled with depression.
Ye Xiaomei got on the bus to Shilin Village. Shang Zhen wanted to stick his face close to Ye Xiaomei's ears and make a noise.
"Would you believe me if I told you that I also have a strange disease?" Ye Xiaomei thought about it all night last night. It was really tiring to handle this kind of thing alone. Yes, Shang Zhen was right. She really didn't like to laugh much in the past month. She was distracted at the slightest thing. She was always worried that she would suddenly wake up and turn into a monster.
As expected, Shang Zhen was stunned, staring at Ye Xiaomei blankly, and after a long while, he managed to utter a few words from between his teeth: "No way, Xiaomei."
There were not many people on the bus to Shilin Village. Most of the carriage was empty. There was only an old lady and her child who were clamoring to buy candy figures.
"Really? Just go with me this time and I'll tell you later." Ye Xiaomei was worried that if she told her everything at once, she would be scared to death.
Shilin Village is more than 300 kilometers away. At first, Shang Zhen was still eager to ask what the disease was. As the car swayed, Shang Zhen became drowsy and finally felt a lot clearer.
The noisy little boy in the front of the car seemed to be tired of crying, and was being held in his grandmother's arms and coaxed to sleep.
Ye Xiaomei looked at the receding scenery outside the car window, her heart still filled with mixed feelings. She was thinking about what to ask Qin Rong after seeing him.
First, she wanted to come clean and ask what was the reason why she was asked to join the human trafficking research. If she didn't tell her, Ye Xiaomei planned to come clean and say that she had overheard her conversation with a man.
Second, are her genetic diseases, including Qin Xiaoyi's disease, related to the White Snake, and what is the relationship?
Third, why did she pretend to be dead?
The car stopped at the intersection around one o'clock in the afternoon. On a stone was written crookedly in red paint - Shilin Village.
With a cloud of dust, the bus gradually disappeared from sight. Ye Xiaomei squinted her eyes and looked into the distance along the narrow dirt road.
"Hey, what kind of place is this? It's so desolate?" Shang Zhen couldn't help but complain.
Ye Xiaomei looked at the foot of the mountain in the distance and saw that it was indeed covered with stones that looked like tree stumps. It really looked like a stone forest, and there were indeed scattered houses deep in the mountain.
"This is Shilin Village. Let's go." Ye Xiaomei called to Shang Zhen. There was a path in the stone forest that was clearly trampled. After passing through the stone forest and arriving at the village at the foot of the mountain, Ye Xiaomei took out the painting she had drawn.
There are quite a few mud houses, stone houses, and tiled houses here, but there are very few tiled houses. As soon as I entered the village, I found that there were only two tiled houses.
Most of the villagers here are busy cutting hay on the mountain.
After searching for more than two hours, Ye Xiaomei discovered that the layout of the houses of more than twenty households was similar, but the stones used in the stone chambers were obviously different from those used by ordinary farmers.
The stone walls of the stone chamber were polished very smoothly, and the wall seams were very precise. Ye Xiaomei had never seen a family with such neat stone walls.
"I remember now." Shang Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wang Chunlu from our class lives in Shilin Village."
Ye Xiaomei was standing at the fork in the road, looking around. When she heard this, she immediately became excited: "Really?"
"Really, she doesn't like to let people know that she is from Shilin Village. Maybe it's because people here are generally poor." Shang Zhen said this.
This is not easy. Just ask about Wang Chunlu's home and say that a classmate is visiting.
After asking this question, I immediately found Wang Chunlu's home.
Upon first glance, wow, this two-story red brick and tile house is actually the only one in Shilin Village.
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