Ouyang Zishan took the last bite of his breakfast, clapped his hands, and stood in front of the living room door: "Hey, uncle, what's your name?"
Zhuo Qiang turned around and looked at her, and recalled the time when he and Mu Zishan lived in the courtyard. She also liked to stand on the door frame of the living room and call his name.
"My last name is Zhuo, Zhuo Qiang."
"Oh, then I'll call you Uncle Zhuo."
"Whatever." He finished watering the plants, put on his coat and went out. For some reason, he wasn't worried about her leaving, because her whole purpose in coming here was to live in the courtyard.
Indeed, she planned to stay here. She went online and discussed it with some people on the forum. Some people who knew the detective told her that there was a kind of non-venomous snake in the courtyard that was specifically used to scare away those who wanted to peek.
Ouyang Zishan took the clothes drying rack and fiddled with it in the yard. Aunt Lin watched her strange behavior through the glass and walked up behind her and whispered, "What are you looking for?"
"Snake!" Ouyang Zishan said.
"Snake? There are no snakes here." Aunt Lin told her.
"Yes, some people have seen it."
Aunt Lin thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about the snakes your mother released in the yard?"
"Did Mom do it?" She looked at her curiously, "How come you don't know? Why would she have all these snakes in the yard?"
Aunt Lin took the clothesline from her hand, fearing that she might hurt herself, so she asked her to sit on a chair nearby and told her the story of Mu Zishan.
She listened with rapt attention, even beginning to admire her mother a little. The two chatted like this all day, and Ouyang Zishan's impression of Aunt Lin grew stronger and stronger. She loved the way she spoke. Knowing about her mother's past life through Aunt Lin's memories gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. It was like sitting with her own mother, listening to her stories and reminiscing about the past.
In the evening, Zhuo Qiang brought Mu Zi'an to the courtyard. When Mu Zi'an saw her, he went over and hugged her in his arms: "Hello, Xiao Zishan."
"Cough cough cough," Ouyang Zishan was strangled by him, "I can't breathe."
"Oh oh," Mu Zi'an finally let her go, "Look, your uncle is so excited to see you. I didn't know what gift to bring for our first meeting. I bought you a piece of handmade paper, but I don't know if you like it."
She looked at this stranger, but she had a certain blood relationship with him. Suddenly, her heart warmed and her eyes filled with tears: "Uncle Zi'an!"
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