Why would a college student who settled in Beijing come to a small village in a remote mountainous area?
Xie Chongyue raised his eyebrows. He didn't think Xu Shiqing was lying. The main thing was that this guy's lying was written all over his face.
"Oh, do you need my help?" Xie Chongyue said, "We are family after all."
After he said this, he was also shocked and didn't know why he was meddling in other people's business.
Xu Shiqing didn't notice this. His eyes lit up, his calm and indifferent expression faded, and his face suddenly became lively.
"Okay." He said happily, "It's great that you're willing to help me! I don't know anyone in this village... Everyone is very busy, and it feels very disturbing to ask these questions..."
"..." Xie Chongyue realized something and asked, "So this is why you always carry things to other people's homes?"
At first, people thought he was interested in their girl, otherwise why would he come to her house when they were not related to her?
The young man didn't think there was anything wrong and said, "Yes."
Xie Chongyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt inexplicably relieved.
"Have you ever thought that you have nothing to do with them, yet you gave them such expensive things, which might be misunderstood?"
"?" Xu Shiqing frowned in confusion. He had no concept of valuables and no obsession with money. He just felt that if he troubled others, he had to pay them. It was that simple.
I didn't think of anything else.
Xie Chongyue sighed softly and said, "Forget it. Don't bring anything to my house casually from now on, okay?"
"I'm afraid they'll kidnap you and marry you."
Xu Shiqing saw the seriousness in his expression: "Okay, I understand."
Then he asked, "What should I do then?"
Xie Chongyue lazily bent one foot, placed it on a stone, and said, "Just watch me."
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Another month passed. After all, Xie Chongyue was a kid who had been raised by the neighbors in the village. In addition, he was very good at dealing with people, so Xu Shiqing knew much more during this period than he had learned in the past two months.
The progress bar changed from 5/100 to 20/100.
He used all his points to exchange for textbooks of different subjects in the mall.
At night, the village was pitch black from one end to the other. The surrounding mountains looked like some unknown light-absorbing objects. From a distance, they were darker than the night, as if frozen.
The village has electricity, but electricity is still relatively expensive in this era, so candles are still popular in rural areas because they are cheap. Some people even save on candles.
We are so poor that we have to live frugally.
The candles and lamps that Xu Shiqing lit were bought by himself at the market. When Lin's mother saw them, she didn't say anything, but from her expression, it was obvious that she thought he was wasting things.
The beds in the countryside were covered with mosquito nets and suitcases were placed under the beds.
The candle could only illuminate a limited area. Xu Shiqing was studying the chemical materials he had just bought from the mall at the table. He filled up half a notebook and reviewed them again before closing the notebook with a headache, undressing and going to bed to rest.
Just as he covered himself with the quilt, he heard a loud noise outside, including footsteps and voices, like a pot of boiling water.
Xu Shiqing: “…”
My head hurt even more after being hit by knowledge for several hours.
As far as I can remember, what Xu Shiqing learned in college had nothing to do with science, so now he studies chemistry and physics, and he really relies on rote learning and writing textbooks.
The main point is that it is a must to learn.
Fortunately, the textbooks he exchanged at the mall came with a free question bank, and he could also make exam papers to test his learning results. In addition, when he followed Xie Chongyue to the county, he would stop by the library to borrow relevant books to repeatedly verify what he had learned.
So it won't lead to a situation where we work in isolation.
Knock, knock, knock.
Xie Chongyue opened the door directly. During the time they had gotten to know each other, he knew that Xu Shiqing was not someone who paid too much attention to details, so he didn't have too many concerns when getting along with him.
"Uncle Li's daughter is dead."
He looked very unhappy.
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Uncle Li moved from another village, and his wife is from Xujia Village, so some people say that he married into the family, and he might not be doing well in his original village.
In the early years, some people were curious about which village he was from. Later, his wife died, leaving behind only a daughter, and no one explored the ancestral home of this single father.
The villagers all sympathized with him. A widower with a burden, even though Uncle Li was young and handsome at the time, no woman was willing to marry him. Even if there were, it would be difficult for them to accept a daughter who was already married. Furthermore, since Uncle Li arrived in Xujia Village, he hadn't returned home for the holidays, and no relatives had come to visit him. Everyone privately speculated that he had no relatives, or that having any was insignificant.
So no one wants to explore the past of a lonely person, it is too hurtful.
The daughter has her mother's surname, Xu Ling. She is a very hardworking girl who lives with her father by a small stream that runs through the village.
When Xu Shiqing followed Xie Chongyue to the scene, the wailing in the house was like a sudden thunderstorm hitting the leaves of a banana tree, and no amount of noise could drown it out.
Everyone around him was arguing, and Xu Shiqing couldn't hear what they were saying. Most of them spoke poor Mandarin, only the local dialect. This was why Xu Shiqing had been here for three months, but his progress was so slow and he hadn't learned anything.
He had spent these days trying to build closer relationships with them. Now someone saw him and said something in broken Mandarin about what had happened. Xu Shiqing nodded hurriedly and walked in. He heard Uncle Li's hoarse voice shouting, "Zhang Yuying! You will die a miserable death!"
That's Aunt Zhang's name.
Xu Shiqing paused.
There was silence for a moment, and then the noise started again.
A bunch of local dialects with excited, calm, or gloating tones.
Although Xu Shiqing had learned a little during these days, he couldn't understand them when they spoke faster.
Xie Chongyue's face darkened even more. He leaned over to Xu Shiqing's ear and whispered, "Stay here and don't act rashly. I'll go in and take a look at the situation."
Now was definitely not a good time for him, a person who had just arrived, to move around casually. Xu Shiqing did not object and watched the man squeeze into the crowd.
Uncle Li spoke Mandarin with a dialect. He didn't know what the people inside were saying, but he suddenly became excited and started cursing.
“…”Many of the pronunciations of dialects and Mandarin are completely unrelated, and sometimes people in different villages cannot understand each other.
Xu Shiqing listened for a long time, convinced he hadn't understood a single word. Suddenly, he felt as if the world was collapsing. He pursed his lips, his expression seemingly out of place compared to the others around him. They all looked gloomy, irritable, and unattractive, a feeling of impending storm.
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