Two and a half hours later, the car stopped in front of a mud house according to Lin's mother's instructions.
There was still snow on the ground at that time, and it was not yet time to go to work. Every household only had two meals a day, at 10 a.m. and 4 p.m.
Eat three meals a day when you go to work.
It is now cooking time, and smoke is rising from every household.
Meng Yang quickly opened the car door and got out, opening the door for Lin Qingqing.
Lin Qingqing put on thick gloves and got out of the car but didn't see anyone in the village.
It's so cold, everyone is staying at home.
But a few children running around outside saw the car and screamed in surprise, breaking the silence.
"The car has entered the village!"
"The car has entered the village!"
“Sizzle…”
“Crack…”
“…”
The sounds of various doors opening were heard simultaneously.
One by one, heads stretched out with surprised and inquiring eyes.
"It's really a small car. Is this a relative of Zhao Dahu's?"
"Impossible! If he had such a relative, he would have spread the news long ago."
"Oh my god, is that Dahua? I almost didn't recognize her."
“…”
Chattering discussions came from all directions.
Lin Baojun frowned and knocked on the broken wooden door of the mud house in front of him.
“Boom boom boom…”
“Boom boom boom…”
"Who is it? It's here."
A middle-aged woman with a somewhat sharp voice shouted from inside the door.
Then he muttered quietly: "What kind of ghost is knocking so urgently so early in the morning..."
"Crack..."
The door opened, and a woman in patched clothes froze in place.
Her gaze automatically passed Lin Baojun and stopped at the jeep, then turned to Lin Qingqing, who was wearing a light yellow down jacket beside the car, then to the imposing Dong Hui and Meng Yang, and finally to Lin's mother, who was wearing a black coat and dressed neatly.
"Dahua!"
She seemed unable to believe what she saw and blinked hard before she dared to make a sound.
"Sister-in-law!"
Mother Lin called out indifferently, then walked in, pushed aside her aunt Shen'e, and went to her grandmother's room as if she knew the way.
Shen E seemed to remember something, and shouted towards the hall in panic: "His father, his father, his second aunt is back..."
Lin Qingqing noticed her abnormality, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Brother, hold her back."
She immediately followed Lin's mother's direction and entered the yard.
This yard is not small, but it is too dilapidated and dirty.
Although the Lin family used to live in a thatched hut, Lin's mother loved cleanliness and swept the house twice a day without leaving a single fallen leaf.
It's nothing like this yard, which is filled with pitch-black things and a strange smell emanating from it.
She ignored the people coming out of his room, turned around and went into a small room next to the kitchen.
Before even entering the house, Lin Qingqing's brows were deeply furrowed.
This taste...
She slowed down her pace for a moment, then walked in even faster.
Through the washbasin-sized earthen window opposite the door, she could barely see what was happening inside the room.
Opposite the door was a pile of messy junk, next to which was a small wooden bed one meter wide, and under the thin quilt on the bed was a pale old man.
The old man had his eyes closed, and it was obvious that he was dying.
The smell of feces and urine mixed with rotten flesh came from the bed.
Mother Lin covered her mouth tightly in surprise and pain.
She trembled as she loosened her hand and slowly placed her fingers under the tip of the old man's nose. She paused for a few seconds before withdrawing her hand.
Mother Lin let out a long breath and lifted the thin and torn quilt.
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