Little did they know that the enemy was so formidable that they could not escape death even though they had hidden so far away.
Song Ci and Song Fei both agreed with the village chief's opinion, but they wisely avoided discussing the topic. Song Fei asked the village chief, "Village chief, where is my grandfather buried?"
The village chief pointed to the maple tree and said, "Brother Yun buried Uncle Song under the maple tree."
“We want to go and pay our respects to him…”
The village chief waved his hand and said, "Let's do it tomorrow. Here we have to worship the dead in the morning. We don't go in the afternoon because the yin energy is too strong."
Song Ci and Song Fei were not in a hurry, so they decided to go tomorrow morning.
"Stay at my house tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you up the mountain. Most of the roads there are gone."
"good."
In the evening, they had dinner with a group of village leaders in the cafeteria of the village committee office. After dinner, Song Ci and Song Fei drove to the village chief's house and got out of the car with the gifts they bought from the city.
Song Fei said: "It's a good thing you bought a gift."
After settling down in the county town last night, Song Ci said she wanted to buy some gifts. Song Fei thought she was being unnecessary.
I didn't expect it to be useful.
Song Ci is indeed a good person and is likable. Song Fei touched Song Ci's hair and said, "No wonder your parents like you. It's because you are so likable."
Song Ci retorted: "My parents like me mainly because I was always sick when I was a child, okay?" Song Ci was weak before she was seven years old. She had to be locked up at home and take medicine every winter.
Because they thought she was a poor little girl, her parents doted on her even more, but they also loved Song Fei.
"Okay, come in."
The village chief went home first and burned some firewood. He was surprised to see Song Ci and the others carrying gifts.
The gift Songci bought was not a particularly expensive one, just a small token of his appreciation. The village chief was also a casual person and accepted the gift generously.
It's very cold in the countryside, especially in the mountainous areas. When winter comes, the wind howls and makes people's cheeks red. At night, when she goes to bed, Song Ci applies skin care products to her face.
Song Fei applied some facial cream and then lay on the bed to fiddle with her computer. When she turned on the computer, Song Ci was applying skin care products. She finished explaining the matter to someone and looked up to see Song Ci still applying skin care products.
Song Fei put the computer aside and asked her, "Can your face withstand these things?"
Song Ci turned around and patted her face at Song Fei. Her elastic and tender skin made Song Ci very satisfied. "What do you think? Don't you think my skin is very good?"
Song Fei said, "I only use facial cream. Do you think my skin is bad?"
Song Fei's skin is really not bad.
Song Ci stared at the bottles and jars on her desk, then looked at Song Fei's small jar of face cream, and suddenly felt that the money she had spent on skin care products over the years was wasted.
Song Ci climbed onto the bed and lay down in the warm place where Song Fei slept. She said to her, "Skin care products are so expensive. There must be a reason. The more expensive the skin care products, the better the ingredients..."
"Just using face cream and sunscreen is enough. If you use too much, your skin won't be able to handle it. Some people often get acne and closed comedones, but it's just because their skin is too delicate to handle so many skincare products."
Song Fei said, "Believe me, I've seen the formula price lists of the most expensive skin care products. You'll vomit blood after reading them."
Hearing this, Song Ci pointed out sharply: "How can you see it?"
Song Fei stopped talking.
Song Ci asked her, "Did you hack into someone else's company again?"
Song Fei continued to be mute.
"Song Fei, I'm telling you, you can't do whatever you want just because you have great skills. There are always people who are better than you. Be careful, one day you will be caught and put in jail."
Song Fei turned off the light and said, "Go to sleep!"
Song Ci then shut up.
She wears an eye mask when she sleeps.
The nights in the countryside are very quiet. In winter, you can hear the whistling of the cold wind outside the window. In Lanyingzhai, unlike in the Northeast where every family has a kang, people here have to hide in the quilt and rely on their own heat when they sleep at night.
Song Ci felt colder and colder as she slept. Later, she kept burrowing into Song Fei's arms. Song Fei simply hugged Song Ci tightly, and only then did Song Ci behave herself.
After sleeping all night, Song Ci woke up at dawn and found that he had put his hand on Song Fei's belly.
She quickly pulled her hand out.
Song Fei has woken up and is playing with her cell phone.
Finding Song Ci awake, Song Fei said, "You kept touching me last night, touching many places on me..." Song Fei's expression was a little gossipy, "Do you always like to touch Han Zhan when you sleep?"
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
Song Fei added: "You touched some places and asked me why they disappeared." Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a half-smile and despised her: "You really are a sex maniac."
Song Ci was too embarrassed to see anyone.
She quickly got up and put on her clothes, saying as she did so, "Aren't you going to touch Yan Jiang?"
Song Fei shook her head, "Never."
After a pause, Song Fei continued, "He was the one who touched me."
Song Dynasty porcelain is inferior to it.
The two sisters dressed and went downstairs to wash their faces and brush their teeth. The village head's wife had already prepared breakfast, which was shredded pork and egg noodles, and it tasted quite good.
After eating, the village chief asked for leave from the village committee and took the two sisters up the mountain.
Song Ci was carrying a big bag, and Song Fei was holding a hoe in one hand and a shovel in the other, planning to go up the mountain to repair the cemetery for their grandfather.
It had been over forty years since Dr. Song Qingkuang died, and few people remembered him, nor had anyone gone up the mountain to pay their respects to him. Furthermore, with the subsequent economic development and improved living standards, the mountain had long been deserted.
More than 40 years ago, the path they walked on was known as the road to survival. But now, everything has changed, and the path is overgrown with trees and weeds, making it impossible to see the road at all.
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