Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door interrupted the old man's story.
Lu Qing stood up, walked to the table, picked up the coarse porcelain teacup, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Shen Qiqi.
"Moisten your throat." There was a barely perceptible tenderness in his deep voice, like a spring breeze blowing through willow branches, creating ripples on the water.
Shen Qiqi took the water cup, and her fingertips accidentally touched Lu Qing's broad and warm palm, and a warm current instantly spread throughout her body.
She looked at him gratefully, her eyes full of tenderness and affection.
In the dim adobe house, the warm atmosphere between the two people was like a trickle of water, flowing slowly and nourishing each other's hearts.
The old man's story continues, like an ancient scroll slowly unfolding.
He talked about a mysterious white deer that once appeared in the village. It was said that it was the incarnation of the mountain god, guarding the peace of the land.
The villagers listened with great fascination, as if they were there, feeling the ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Suddenly, Shen Qiqi stood up from the stool as if she had discovered some new world, "Wait! Which mountain did you say the white deer came down from?" She spoke in a hurried tone, her eyes flashing with excitement, like a hunter who had discovered a treasure.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the mountain behind the village that towered into the clouds. "That's it. We call it Bailu Peak."
"White Deer Peak?!" Shen Qiqi shouted excitedly, her voice trembling. "In the version I heard before, the white deer came down from another mountain!"
The room suddenly exploded with noise, and the villagers talked among themselves like a flock of startled sparrows.
"Is there another version?" "Why have I never heard of it?" "Tell me quickly, what is the other version like?"
Shen Qiqi pressed her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "Another version says that the white deer came down from the Misty Hidden Mountain in the south. It's shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and it's said that there are immortals living there!"
"Wuyin Mountain? Gods?" The villagers widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
This is even more exciting than grandpa’s story!
The atmosphere in the room reached its peak, with surprise and curiosity intertwined together, like jumping notes, playing a joyful melody.
"Wait," Shen Qiqi suddenly thought of something, her eyes narrowed into slits, "Just listening to one person's story won't do. What if they remember it wrong? Let's think about it together, are there any other versions or additional details?"
As soon as Shen Qiqi gave the order, the villagers immediately started to talk and discuss, just like a group of ducks entering the vegetable market, quacking non-stop.
"Oh, I remember now. My grandma said there was a red flower on the white deer's head!" said a little girl with pigtails in a baby voice.
"Red flower? No, no, my grandfather said it's a golden horn!" a chubby little boy retorted.
"Stop arguing!" Aunt Wang slammed the table, shaking the teacups so much that they jumped up. "I remember when the white deer appeared, a rainbow appeared in the sky!"
"Rainbow? Is it real? Is it even more amazing than a double rainbow?" someone expressed doubt.
Shen Qiqi listened with great interest, and she wanted to take out her phone to record it and post it on her Moments, with the caption: #Shocked!
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Looking at Shen Qiqi's excitement, Lu Qing couldn't help but smile dotingly. This little girl is really full of energy!
As the villagers discussed, more and more details of the story were unearthed, and the story of the white deer became more and more full and more bizarre.
Some people say that the white deer can talk, some say that the white deer can cure diseases, and some even say that the white deer is an undercover agent sent by aliens!
As Shen Qiqi recorded, she sighed, "This generation of villagers has really big imaginations. It's a pity that they don't write novels!"
However, as more stories emerged, new problems emerged.
With so many versions of the story, which one is true?
Which ones are fake?
Which ones can be included in the village chronicles and which ones should be eliminated?
Looking at the mountain of notes in front of her, Shen Qiqi felt overwhelmed.
This is even harder than the college entrance examination!
"Lu Qing, what do you think we should do?" Shen Qiqi looked at Lu Qing with a worried look on her face, hoping that he could give some constructive suggestions.
Lu Qing pondered for a moment and said, "How about we hold a village meeting and let everyone vote together to decide?"
Shen Qiqi's eyes lit up. This is a good idea! Democratic centralism!
So, a vigorous villagers' meeting was held in the village committee...
"Quiet! Quiet!" The village chief banged the table hard, trying to control the situation.
However, the enthusiasm of the villagers was like a volcanic eruption and could not be stopped at all.
"I think the white deer should have a crown on its head!"
"I think it should have wings! The kind that can fly!"
"I think the white deer is a male! He has a wife and children!"
Shen Qiqi held her forehead with her hands. What the hell is going on? Can this village history be written properly?
Lu Qing looked at the messy scene, and suddenly leaned close to Shen Qiqi's ear and whispered, "Qiqi, I have an idea..."
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