Chapter 75 Wedding and mourning (6)
After getting off the winding mountain road, the convoy quickly drove onto the country road leading to its destination.
It was getting dark, and the team gradually turned on the lights in the cars. Under the soft and bright light, the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant as the guests chatted and played games.
But the well-soundproof windows of high-end tourist buses also block out the tiny noises from outside.
“Crash…”
“Crash…”
Like the wind blowing across the wilderness, in the deserted fields on both sides of the road, dead branches rolled and blew over the ridges.
Then, he was stepped on by a pale foot bone, making a slight cracking sound.
The fleshless corpse was swaying as it walked in the field, one step deep and one step shallow. Countless slender white maggots poked out of its hollow, dark eye sockets, like white seaweed floating in the sea.
The skeletons seemed to have smelled something tempting and followed the convoy's route slowly and stiffly, crawling through the wilderness and following.
As night fell, under the endless wilderness and the dark, low-hanging sky, the only light was the convoy, which was moving forward along the straight road into the deepest darkness.
It was like a wild animal disguised in black, opening its dark mouth, waiting for its prey to rush in...
When they were about to reach their destination, Jiazifen Village, the driver suddenly said "Huh?" and said to Zhang Wubing in surprise, "Director, it seems the road ahead is closed. I saw a roadblock ahead?"
Under the high beam, the metal roadblocks in the distance of the road reflected a cold and hard light.
When Zhang Wubing heard what the driver said, he stretched his neck and squinted his eyes to look carefully in the distance, only to find that it was not a simple engineering roadblock at all, but a fence wrapped with rusty barbed wire outside an abandoned factory, which sealed off the entire relatively spacious road. It was more than one meter high to prevent people from entering or breaking in.
But unlike the common roadblocks set up by the authorities, the obstacles blocking the entire road ahead looked more like a road blocked by the villagers themselves. Piled on it were not only tattered barbed wire and iron chains, but also miscellaneous farm tools, rakes, broken furniture, etc., which were placed across the middle of the road.
Zhang Wubing quickly looked down at the map software on his phone and found that there was no information indicating that the road was closed. He was confused and said, "This shouldn't be the case. If the road was closed, there should be an official notice on the map, indicating that it is not allowed to go here, and the navigation system would automatically change the route. What's going on?"
The more experienced staff had a guess: "Could it be that they are blocking the road to demand money? Many villages in this area will block the official roads that pass through their villages, and outsiders will not be allowed to pass unless they pay."
"If the road is not closed by the government due to road construction or nearby danger, it will not be uploaded to the map software and it is normal that it cannot be found. For roads like this leading to villages in the mountains, it is difficult to know what the situation is like if you have not walked on it."
Zhang Wubing, who had never traveled far before hosting this program and was well protected by his elders, was immediately surprised: "Ah? How could this happen? There is such a thing?"
"But..." The staff member also leaned over to the front window of the vehicle in front of him. After looking for a long time, he didn't see anyone guarding the roadblock. He couldn't help but wonder, "Why isn't there anyone squatting here to collect the fees?"
The driver also hurriedly said, "Director, if the village really closes the road to collect money, we should stop the car immediately. I encountered this kind of road when I was young. If the passing car does not pay, the tires of the car will be punctured, so that you can't go. It's dark and you can't see clearly whether there are nails scattered here. There is no place to repair the car nearby. It will be troublesome if all the tires are punctured."
But no matter what the situation is, the road ahead is no longer passable.
Zhang Wubing quickly called several cars behind, and the convoy gradually stopped and finally came to a stop some distance in front of the roadblock.
"Brother Yan, the road ahead is blocked, we can't go."
Zhang Wubing trotted to the guest car behind, with a well-behaved and flattering smile, and pointed at the roadblock in front and repeated the reason the staff had just guessed to Yan Shixun who got out of the car to check the situation. He madly pushed the blame to show that it was not his fault, fearing that he would be scolded by Yan Shixun again.
"Roadblock?"
Yan Shixun glanced at the sky. It was already completely dark. It was impossible for him to turn around and go back to find a service area on the highway to stay.
The scene of corpses that Yan Shixun saw when passing the winding mountain road just now made him alert.
It would be midnight in a few hours, and no one could sleep outdoors in such a dangerous situation. Moreover, the autumn nights were very cold, and the equipment in the car was not enough to support everyone's camping.
The most urgent task is to find a place to stay and spend the night smoothly.
When the sun rises tomorrow and we have plenty of time, we will figure out the roadblocks and find the way to our destination.
Yan Shixun thought for a moment and told Zhang Wubing to find a place nearby where they could temporarily stay. Then he strode quickly to the roadblock and checked it carefully.
The obstacles that blocked the road and prevented vehicles from moving were more like piles of debris than roadblocks.
It was covered with barbed wire, and in the middle it was built up with thick tree stumps and heavy stones, interspersed with farm tools and other discarded rusty iron tools, blocking the way from top to bottom and left to right to prevent anyone from climbing up.
Rather than preventing vehicles from passing, it is more like preventing people from climbing over it.
Because his master Li Chengyun liked to travel around, Yan Shixun followed him to many places since he was a child, including many mountains and villages, and even went into deep and dense old forests where few people had been to visit some secluded figures.
Therefore, Yan Shixun has a broad horizon and has seen many things that ordinary people will never see in their lifetime. He also has some understanding of remote villages.
As for what the staff said about closing the road costing money, Yan Shixun had seen it before.
However, those roadblocks are usually set up to be movable. After the passing vehicles pay the money, the villagers will remove the roadblocks, let the vehicles pass, and then move them back to wait for the next vehicle.
However, the roadblock in front of him could not be moved easily, which seemed to be a sign that they would never see each other again.
It was not about asking for money, but it seemed like there was a conflict between the nearby villages, so they blocked the roads that led to each other in anger.
"Brother Yan, there is a village nearby, not far from here. We should be able to stay overnight." Zhang Wubing walked over with his cell phone and showed the map to Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun looked at the village terrain displayed on the mobile phone interface and frowned unconsciously.
The terrain is very subtle. The mountains completely surround the destination, Jiazifen Village, like half of a Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram.
The village where Zhang Wubing said he wanted to stay overnight was outside the semicircular mountain range and very close to the road.
It was as if the tall mountains blocked all the wind and light outside the semicircle, casting shadows on Jiazifen Village.
In Feng Shui, the north of the mountain and the south of the water are Yin, which is not suitable for living. Living there will bring bad luck. Moreover, the mountain here fits the "Yin" in the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram. Yin on top of Yin, embracing Yin and returning to Yang, is the Yin God.
Even in daily life, most people would not choose to live in such a place, because the sunshine time is too short, and not seeing the sun all year round is not only bad for crops, but also makes people feel suffocated.
What made Yan Shixun feel most uncomfortable was that, looking at the map, the obstacle that blocked the road happened to be located at the lowest node of the semicircle, splitting the entire perfect Yin-Yang diagram, as if a knife had separated Yin and Yang.
"Brother Yan?" Seeing that Yan Shixun didn't say anything for a long time, Zhang Wubing couldn't help but call out in confusion: "Is there something wrong with this village? Then we can also run a little further away, there are other villages nearby..."
"No need." Yan Shixun looked back from the map and said calmly, "This village is fine. It's no problem. Since we're close, we can ask them if they know why the road was closed."
Since the roadblock was probably set up because of the conflict between the two villages and the location is so delicate, the village closest to Jiazifen Village is likely to be the village that had a conflict with Jiazifen Village and the party that set up the roadblock.
If this is true, we can also ask the village what kind of irreconcilable conflicts have occurred that led to the two families falling out regardless of clan relations.
Just...Jimura?
Yan Shixun looked at the village name marked on the map and remembered what the breakfast shop owner had told him before. The village where the owner lived was called Jia Village, and across the mountain was his wife's village, called Wangzi Village.
Since the village we were about to go to was Jia Village, then according to what the boss said, after crossing the mountain, it should be Wangzi Village. But now according to the map, it was obvious that after crossing the mountain, it was Jiazifen Village, and there was no village called Wangzi Village next to it.
Where did Wangzi Village go? Was the whole village relocated?
Yan Shixun frowned with a serious expression.
…
The convoy soon arrived at the nearby village.
In sharp contrast to Yan Shixun's vigilance was the enthusiasm of the village party secretary after hearing the purpose of their visit.
"Well, it's so late. If you don't stay with us, there's nowhere else for you to go."
The village party secretary came out of the village wearing a coat, introduced himself, and said cheerfully: "During the flood season a while ago, the Moon Creek surged and many roads were affected. You are not familiar with the roads here, and it will be troublesome if you drive to the wrong place and get lost."
Because there were several cars in the convoy, after they stopped at the entrance of the village, Zhang Wubing originally wanted to go and knock on the door alone to ask if he could stay overnight. Unexpectedly, the sound of the car starting startled the village party secretary, and he came out directly to greet them.
When he saw so many people, the village party secretary was not too surprised. Instead, he turned around and shouted happily, calling out several young and middle-aged men in his family to help the program crew carry their luggage.
The village party secretary said, "Since there are quite a lot of you, you can stay at my house first. We have the most rooms in the village. We originally planned to use them for our children to get married, but they are not up to the task! I will let these guys gather some quilts and other things from other places in the village. Don't worry, there will definitely be enough for us."
It seems that the village party secretary is very familiar with outsiders who pass by and stay overnight. He is a warm-hearted person.
This made Zhang Wubing feel a little embarrassed, and he quickly and politely declined the help of several young men, saying that he was very grateful for their accommodation and that they could carry the luggage themselves.
Several young men seemed to be familiar with the outsiders. They chatted and laughed with the staff of the program team as if nothing was strange and looked very cheerful.
When the guests got off the bus with their simple luggage, they were greeted by the fresh and clean air of the village and the warm-hearted young people. The guests all laughed, thinking that although they could not reach the destination on time due to the inexplicable road closure, they were here to experience the farm life, so it didn't matter.
The young man in the lead walked beside Zhang Wubing and led them to the village party secretary's house, while enthusiastically asking them where they came from and whether they were passing by here to transport goods for business.
Several guests looked at each other and laughed kindly: "We wanted to go to the farmhouse in the village behind, but the road was blocked and it was too dark, so we can only stay here for one night."
When they heard that the program crew were going to the village behind the mountain, several young people who had been chatting enthusiastically with the program crew before suddenly changed their expressions and looked at them with something to say but stopped talking.
Even the village party secretary next to them looked over in surprise: "You want to go to the village behind?"
Zhang Wubing quickly said, "It's Jiazifen Village."
The village party secretary thought for a long time, and only after the younger generation of the family next to him reminded him did he suddenly remember: "Oh, Jiazifen Village. Well, I am old, I always forget it."
The village party secretary frowned and quickly changed the subject, no longer mentioning the Jiazifen Village behind the mountain.
Yan Shixun walked silently in the middle and back of the program crew, listening to their conversation with the villagers, and naturally noticed the reaction of the village party secretary.
This village party secretary... looks like he is very reluctant to talk about Jiazifen Village?
Because the roads in the village are narrow and there is no place near the village party secretary's house to park so many widened and lengthened minibuses, the convoy stopped at the entrance of the village. Except for a few staff members who stayed to watch the cars, the rest of the people carried simple luggage bags and followed the village party secretary into the village.
From the entrance of the village to the home of the village party secretary, even guests who are not familiar with rural life can see that Jia Village has developed very well. Every household has built a beautiful multi-story building, and some have even installed magnificent iron carved gates. A small dim light is hung at the door to illuminate the yard and the village road outside, so that the road is not completely invisible at night.
The big domestic dog was tied in the yard, baring its teeth and barking at the strangers.
The young man bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it directly at the big dog.
It seemed that the big dog was familiar with the young man and had remembered being beaten. It whimpered, lay down again with its tail between its legs, and stopped barking.
"Dogs in the village are like this, they bark when they see strangers. Are you scared?" The young man walking next to Yan Shixun scratched his head embarrassedly and comforted everyone in the program crew.
Yan Shixun laughed and said, "It's a good dog that guards the house."
The dog, which had been lying down dejectedly, suddenly raised its head as if it understood Yan Shixun's praise, looked in Yan Shixun's direction with bright eyes, and began to wag its tail.
But no one cared.
"We're here. This is my home."
The village party secretary cheerfully pushed open the door and welcomed everyone into the yard: "The young people in the family have gone to the village to borrow quilts, and they should be delivered soon. You can go in and sit down first. I will call my wife to prepare a meal. There is nothing delicious in the village, so don't be disgusted."
Zhang Wubing hurriedly said no and thanked the village party secretary.
The village party secretary's home is a five-story building. As the village party secretary said, there are indeed many empty rooms in it, and even if the program crew has dozens of people, they can all accommodate them.
People in the village eat early, so they have finished their meal by now. If they want to eat again, they have to light the stove again and wait for a while.
While the village party secretary went to the kitchen to prepare food, everyone in the program crew went to see the rooms and discuss how to live there.
"I was wondering why it was so noisy outside. Are there more guests?" A very friendly middle-aged man came down the stairs, with his coat half draped over his shoulders. He looked like he had gone to bed and was woken up by a noise.
"Second Uncle." The young man walking beside Yan Shixun called out to the middle-aged man. He seemed to have a good relationship with the middle-aged man and complained in a low voice: "Second Uncle, you didn't hear it. When Grandpa was entertaining guests just now, he took the opportunity to criticize us, saying that we are not good enough and don't even get married at such a age."
The young man sneered and said unhappily, "Why get married? Are you going to harm others and yourself like Uncle Yang Guang? Who among the brothers in the family doesn't know what Uncle Yang Guang did back then..."
"Yang Tu!" The middle-aged man, who had originally looked very friendly, immediately changed his expression. He quickly glanced at the people in the production team next to him and shouted at the young man in a low voice: "You say anything, and you have no control over your mouth! Shut up."
The young man named Yang Tu also realized his gaffe and immediately shut up and stopped talking.
Although everyone in the program crew was curious, they just thought it was a family affair of the village party secretary and did not ask any more questions out of courtesy. After greeting the middle-aged man, they were taken to rooms on different floors by several other young people.
Only Yan Shixun and Lu Xingxing looked at Yang Tu and the middle-aged man almost at the same time.
Uncle Yang Guang, Yang Guang...
The owner of the breakfast shop is called Yang Guang.
It seems that it is correct. Yang Guang ran away from this village decades ago.
This Jia Village is that Jia Village.
Lu Xingxing's reaction was bigger. She looked at the middle-aged man without hiding her expression, and there was inquiry in her eyes.
The middle-aged man noticed Lu Xingxing's gaze, and with a bad look on his face, he quickly said a few polite words to everyone, then turned around and went upstairs back to his room.
Lu Xingxing immediately started jogging to catch up, wanting to grab the middle-aged man and ask him what was going on: "Wait..."
But when Lu Xingxing passed by Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun reacted quickly and pulled him back by the collar.
Lu Xingxing's collar suddenly became tighter and she almost couldn't breathe. Naturally, she couldn't ask her question smoothly. She only uttered a single word before Yan Shixun covered her mouth with his hand.
"Shut up." Yan Shixun whispered calmly in Lu Xingxing's ear.
He glanced at the passing stars with an indifferent and calm gaze, which contained an unquestionable warning and command.
Lu Xingxing originally thought that he would be angry, but inexplicably, after being struck by Yan Shixun's gaze, he trembled and really didn't dare to say a word.
Yan Shixun held Lu Xingxing with one hand, and then watched the middle-aged man leave calmly without saying a word, but he kept his eyes downcast and listened attentively, paying attention to the footsteps of the middle-aged man with his good hearing.
I went upstairs. The sound of footsteps and the number of steps made me walk up three floors. Then my steps became steady, as if I were walking on flat ground. One, two... After walking nearly a hundred steps, I stopped.
Judging from the slight difference in the footsteps caused by the different walking habits of the two feet, the middle-aged man turned left.
There is a slight knocking sound when opening and closing the door. The crisp sound does not sound like that made by the door hinges, but rather like the sound of a pendant hanging on the door swinging, possibly made of glass.
Judging from the walking distance of the middle-aged man he had just observed, that would be about thirty meters.
So, this middle-aged man, who is called Second Uncle by the younger generation and is about the same age as the owner of the breakfast shop, lives in the room on the left thirty meters after turning the corner on the fourth floor. There is a glass pendant hanging on the door.
It was not until all the sounds disappeared that Yan Shixun's originally serious and calm expression slowly relaxed, and he looked at Lu Xingxing next to him again.
"Master Song Yi has always taught you that if you see something wrong, you should just rush up and ask questions directly without considering the environment and the impact?"
Yan Shixun's voice was very calm when he asked, with almost no fluctuation in his tone.
But Lu Xingxing felt that he was being mocked by Yan Shixun.
Lu Xingxing's face flushed red, and he stiffened his neck unwillingly and said, "Do you think I'm young and ignorant? I won't let go of any suspicious things!"
"Oh, so you like to charge head-on." Yan Shixun's face was cold. He raised his hand and pinched Lu Xingxing's arm while lifting him by the collar.
The tentacle is just a piece of soft flesh, and it doesn't feel like hard, strong muscle at all.
Lu Xingxing looked at Yan Shixun who was so close to him. The words he wanted to ask Yan Shixun what he was doing were inexplicably stuck in his throat. And under Yan Shixun's face, which looked even more handsome and sharp as he got closer, and full of oppression, his face slowly turned red. He opened his mouth but was like a mute. He had no idea what to say and his brain was a mess.
"With your small body, can you win?" Yan Shixun didn't care about Xingxing's reaction. He just glanced at him and had a rough assessment of his fighting ability.
He sneered at Lu Xingxing: "How on earth did Taoist Song Yi let you out without any hesitation? You are a talented person after all, aren't you afraid of losing a disciple?"
Although Lu Xingxing is not Master Song Yi's closed disciple, he is the youngest.
Based on Yan Shixun's recent understanding of Taoist Master Song Yi, this serious and meticulous Taoist master is very caring towards his youngest disciple, much like an ordinary family caring for their youngest son.
Lu Xingxing knew that he should firmly refute Yan Shixun at this time, but for some reason, he just stammered and shouted, "Yes, it's none of your business!", then turned around and rushed towards the people from the program crew.
Yan Shixun: "? Why is he blushing?"
Although Yan Shixun looked puzzled and didn't know what was going on with Lu Xingxing, Ye Li, who was standing behind him, immediately turned unhappy.
"You touched him." Ye Li asked Yan Shixun in a cold voice.
It's called a question, but it's more like a statement of fact.
And Yan Shixun actually had an illusion that this person seemed a little aggrieved?
Yan Shixun was disgusted by his own thoughts. He shuddered with a chill, then rolled his eyes at Ye Li: "That's called touching? What's with your eyes?"
"Besides, what does it have to do with you?" Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in confusion, and walked towards An Nanyuan who was waving excitedly at him not far away.
Ye Li was left standing alone in the middle of the empty living room. The dull light from the incandescent lamp above made his already pale and bloodless skin look even more like a statue.
Ye Li pursed his thin lips into a line as he looked at Yan Shixun's receding back. There was no warmth on his stern and handsome face, it was so cold that it was terrifying.
He felt like he was a little unhappy and really wanted Yan Shixun to stop touching others in the future.
But where does this sentiment come from? Why?
He doesn't know.
The conversation between Yan Shixun and the program crew came from not far away, forming an echo in the empty space, layer upon layer, making it seem so empty and lonely.
Ye Li stood alone in the empty living room, looking dazed and confused for the first time.
…
An Nanyuan, who was spending the night in a rural family's home for the first time, seemed very curious about everything here. He asked the young man next to him a few questions from time to time. When he saw the well in the backyard through the window, he excitedly called Yan Shixun and asked him to come and see as well.
"Brother Yan, look, it's actually a well. This is the first time I've seen a well where you can draw water to drink. It's amazing! I've only seen it on TV before. How do you operate this? Do you need to throw a rope down to get water?"
An Nanyuan excitedly reached out and touched the glass, and seemed to want to open the window and go to the backyard to take a look at the well himself.
Yan Shixun glanced at the well outside the window and snorted, "Don't check the well at night. Go tomorrow."
"Ah..." An Nanyuan, who originally wanted Yan Shixun to accompany him to take a look, seemed a little disappointed. He dragged out the last syllable of his words and looked at Yan Shixun eagerly.
The young man who had been smiling and introducing An Nanyuan coughed awkwardly and said, "You can't draw water from that well. It's not a well."
It’s not a well, but placed in the yard?
Yan Shixun frowned and shifted his gaze to the young man.
Because the sense of oppression brought by Yan Shixun's gaze was too strong, the young man, who had never met such a person, subconsciously took a step back and explained unconsciously: "This well is used to protect the house. There must be no water. The master said that if there is water, it will be gloomy..."
Halfway through the conversation, the young man suddenly realized that he seemed to have said too much, and quickly covered his mouth in annoyance. He no longer cared to chat with An Nanyuan or curiously ask about the things in the city. He hurriedly found an excuse that he was going to help clean the room, and ran away.
An Nanyuan looked at the young man's running back and muttered in confusion: "Why are you running so fast? Is there a ghost chasing you?"
Yan Shixun raised his hand and opened the window. No longer separated by the glass, he looked directly at the well in the backyard.
Indeed, it was not a well.
With the help of the light coming out of the room, Yan Shixun saw that the well was covered with a well-pressing stone that was half a meter thick. The well was octagonal, and the part that was above the ground had different patterns carved on each side. There were many long and short cuts on it, and many patterns that looked like children's scribblings.
But Yan Shixun recognized at a glance that the eight sides of the well were built according to the Eight Diagrams. Not only were the Eight Diagrams drawn on each side, but the graffiti-like patterns on them were actually spells.
Just from the angle he was looking at, the talismans painted on the few faces were all different talismans for exorcising evil spirits, exorcising ghosts, calming down, and Chongyang talismans...
It doesn't look like what young people call a house-guarding shrine.
It's more like, to scare away ghosts.
Moreover, the well-pressing stone, which is half a meter thick, is enough to reveal the intention of the person who built it.
——Don’t let anything trapped in the well escape from the well.
But what the young man said was right. If this well was really used to scare away ghosts, there should be no water in it.
If there is water, it is Yin, which breaks the Yang and cannot shock the ghost.
But... would most people leave a ghost-suppressing well in their own yard?
And judging from this pattern and the Bagua formation, the master invited by the village party secretary's family to build the Ghost Suppression Well is a master with real skills.
So exhausting...
Yan Shixun frowned and looked at the well, thinking secretly, and had a guess in his mind.
——What happened to the village party secretary's family before? Ghosts, or something else?
Why are those young people unwilling to get married? They also know about Yang Guang’s experience and take it as a warning?
After all, from the conversation just now, I learned that those young people were no more than 25 years old, and Yang Guang fled the village with his wife nearly 30 years ago. Logically speaking, those young people had no chance to know about Yang Guang and his wife.
The village where Yang Guang’s then wife Yang Hua lived is very close to here. Those young people said they didn’t want to get married, “it would harm others and yourself”, which should be what happened in Yang Hua’s family. The three female members were all buried alive by the clan leader’s order.
Unless something happened later in Yang Guang and Yang Hua's family, and it was so big that young people born a few years later also knew about it.
Or perhaps, it was the middle-aged man called "Second Uncle" who told them.
Yan Shixun remembered that Yang Guang mentioned that he returned to the village after settling Yang Hua, wanting to take Yang Hua's sister Yang Duo away. However, for the sake of caution, Yang Guang did not go directly to Yang Hua's village, but found a friend in his own village to understand the situation first. At that time, the friend reacted very strongly and knew very well what happened in Yang Hua's family.
If that’s the case, then, could that “second uncle” be the friend that Yang Guang was looking for back then?
Yan Shixun took one last look at the well and decided to climb out of the window and take a closer look at the backyard.
At this moment, the young people who had been driven out by the village party secretary to borrow quilts in the village also came back with quilts, and the yard was filled with noisy laughter and loud conversations.
The village party secretary and his wife also came out of the kitchen, carrying steaming meals.
"Let's have a meal first. You must be hungry after traveling all the way."
The village party secretary greeted the program group enthusiastically and said, "We don't have anything delicious at home, so these are all we have for now. But they are all grown in our own fields, without any pesticides. They are green and fresh, so please don't be disgusted."
Because there are so many people in the program crew, the container that the village party secretary took out to hold the food was also very large. The basin was filled with cooked corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, etc. The village party secretary's wife also brought a basin full of vegetable soup and placed it on the dining table. She greeted everyone in the program crew cheerfully. There was no sense of distance, which made people feel like they were back home, relaxed and comfortable when communicating with their relatives at home.
When the guests saw the food, their eyes lit up.
"This is good. It's green and healthy, and it won't make you fat."
Bai Shuang smiled and praised: "I wanted to buy these before but couldn't. Since they are grown at home, they must be very green. It's great to have these."
The wife of the village party secretary was very happy with Bai Shuang's sincere praise. She smiled and said that since he liked it, she could take some more and put them in the car when she left. They were all grown in her own home and were not worth much money. They were delicious, crispy and sweet.
After everyone from the program crew came to the table, as soon as the food started to enter their mouths, many people's eyes lit up and they nodded frantically to each other.
"So sweet and delicious! Really delicious!"
"Wow, it really is! I couldn't buy anything with this flavor before, it's really delicious."
The village party secretary was also very happy to see so many people showing up.
After he invited everyone from the program crew to come to the table, he turned around and asked the young men who were holding quilts to take the quilts to the room upstairs and put them away. He also specifically instructed them to help everyone from the program crew to make out the quilts.
Looks very hospitable.
Amidst all the excitement, only Yan Shixun's eyes remained calm, as if he was aloof and aloof.
When everyone in the program crew was laughing and chatting in the living room, no one noticed that Yan Shixun had quietly left the living room at some point.
He went upstairs without making any sound, found the middle-aged man's room according to the location he had determined from the sound he had heard, and knocked on the door.
A string of glass beads strung with a red string was hung on the door of the middle-aged man's room. From the faded and worn-out red string, it can be seen that this ornament must be quite old. And judging from the style, it is very similar to the kind of ornaments sold at rural markets and temple fairs many years ago.
There were words on some of the glass beads. Yan Shixun carefully identified them and found that they should be "light", "flower", "letter"...
Before Yan Shixun could recognize everything, the door was opened from the inside.
The glass beads on the ornament hit the door, making the same sound that Yan Shixun had heard before.
"Yang Tu? What happened just now? You even came all the way here? Oh, no need, Second Uncle is not sad. Next time, don't casually talk about your Uncle Yang Guang in front of outsiders. It's okay at home, but if others or the villagers hear it, it will have a bad impact. Don't trust the villagers so much..."
The middle-aged man opened the door while his eyes were slowly turning from the TV in the room. Before he could see clearly who was outside the door, he continued to talk to himself. His tone was gentler than when he was downstairs just now. It was like he was speaking earnestly to a junior.
When the middle-aged man finally turned his gaze and saw clearly that it was a stranger standing outside the door, he immediately stopped and looked at Yan Shixun in a daze.
It took him a while to realize from Yan Shixun's appearance and attire that he should be a member of the program crew.
"I'm sorry, I thought it was my nephew who came to see me. Can't you find the room? I'll take you there." The middle-aged man quickly changed the subject, trying to cover up his previous slip of the tongue.
Yan Shixun said calmly: "Yang Guang."
The middle-aged man's expression changed.
Yan Shixun's slender fingers touched the ornament on the door, making a crisp sound.
He lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "I know Yang Guang, and I have heard Yang Guang talk about you. He said that you are his most trusted friend, a friend for life and death."
The breakfast shop owner was not familiar with him, but from the owner's description and the middle-aged man's previous reaction, he guessed that the two of them must have had a good relationship. Otherwise, when the breakfast shop owner risked his life to run back to the village, he would not have gone home but to find a friend first.
If you want to get information from a stranger, you should first build a bridge between the two of you so that the stranger can trust you. Also, you should first label the other person so that it is difficult for him to refuse.
The middle-aged man, who had been on guard, was slightly stunned. His mouth moved but he didn't say anything.
"Don't you want to know how Yang Guang is doing now?"
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man. He could clearly see the hesitation in the man's eyes.
The middle-aged man looked at Yan Shixun with a complicated expression. After a long while, he sighed and moved aside to open the door: "Come in, it's not safe outside."
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