"Uncle Dong, do you still remember our branch's youngest brother? He was my grandfather's younger brother?"
"ah?"
A-Dong didn't react for a moment.
After a moment, once he was sure that the person Ah Chen was asking about was Mu Laoyao, an elder of the Mu family, he said, "Ah Chen, I've never met this uncle of mine! I've only heard the elders say that he was very young when he left Black Crow Village, but we haven't heard from him for many years, and they suspect he died outside."
"He's not dead! He's still alive."
Still alive?
Uncle Dong was also quite surprised.
"If that's the case, you might have to go to Black Wind Village and ask the old man we call him to find out. It happened decades ago, when he was in charge of our entire Black Miao branch."
"Then I'll go ask."
"I'll go with you--"
Ah Chen didn't return until midnight.
While he was washing his feet in the woodshed, he was lost in thought and didn't even notice when Amo came downstairs and appeared in front of him after he opened the door.
He only came to his senses when Amo handed him the handkerchief.
"Hey... Mo, you're still awake?"
"I'm waiting for you. How can I sleep if you don't come?"
Soon, Ah Chen finished washing up and went upstairs before speaking: "Ah Mo, why didn't you ask me what I learned from Black Wind Stronghold?"
Under dim light--
Amo pulled Achen to sit on the edge of the bed, and while helping Achen take off his Miao clothes, she said, "If you want to talk, Amo will listen. If you don't want to talk, then don't. Amo won't ask, but—"
"You have to promise Amo that you won't overthink it!"
"What the older generation does is none of your business."
Amo's tenderness and understanding warmed Achen's heart, which had been cold for several hours.
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