Chapter 32 is He Yuanyuan
Jun Lan quickly opened her eyes, already startled out in a cold sweat. After waking up, she was thankful that it was just a dream.
"Junlan, are you awake?"
Junlan pulled open the curtain and found that it was her aunt talking to her.
"Well, good morning, Auntie!"
"Did you sleep well at the latest?"
"It's not bad."
"Then hurry up and get up and have breakfast. You're going to your hometown with your uncle later. Did you forget?"
"Oh, I almost forgot about that."
The thought of returning home immediately perked up Jun Lan. Well, going back home to investigate Dai Qing's background.
After breakfast, the uncle and nephew headed towards their hometown.
My hometown is even more dilapidated than I thought.
Uncle San touched a dusty old table and chair and sighed, "I haven't been back to take care of it in several years. I didn't expect it to become so dilapidated and rundown. My brothers and I all grew up in such a dilapidated house."
Jun Lan: "The scenery remains the same, but the people and things are completely different."
"At first glance, I don't see what you're looking for, niece?"
"No."
"We've been away from home for so long, and I don't know if the villagers still remember us. Let me take you to see the witch! She's the oldest person in our village, and she's lived here her whole life. She knows a lot about the village, and maybe she can find out the information you want."
"Well, let's go take a look!"
At the entrance of the ancestral hall in the village they came to, an old lady was sitting next to someone, telling fortunes and treating illnesses. People were surrounding her so tightly that she couldn't get through.
"The old witch is really amazing. My husband has been having a lot of bad luck lately. She just looked at me and taught me a few tricks, and my husband immediately got a promotion and became rich."
"Isn't that right? The old witch is the most famous spirit medium in this area. Many believers want to spend a lot of money to see her, but it's not certain that they will succeed. The old witch's work depends on fate and her mood."
Hearing everyone's comments about the old witch aroused Jun Lan's strong interest.
Uncle San pulled Jun Lan into the crowd and shouted, "Old witch, how are you feeling lately? I brought someone to see you."
The old witch was drawing talismans with a pen and cinnabar in her hand. When she heard the shout, she looked up. When her eyes met Jun Lan, the pen in her hand instantly fell onto the table.
"Sisi, you are finally back."
Uncle San: "Well, old witch, you also think she looks a lot like Auntie, right?"
The old witch finally came to her senses and shook her head.
"When you get old, you become confused. Sisi has been gone for so long, how could you be her? You were still young when the third brother was gone, so you don't have much impression of her! It's not that they look alike, but they are exactly the same."
Junlan: "Hello, old lady, my name is Lin Junlan. I came to see you today because I want to ask you something."
The old witch held Junlan's hand for a long time and was reluctant to let go.
"Today, some old friends came to reminisce about the past. I'm sorry I'm too busy to attend. Please come back tomorrow."
When the people around heard that the old witch had ordered everyone to leave, even the guests who had come from far away dared not complain and could only leave obediently.
The old witch turned around and said to Jun Lan with a smile: "My daughter, if you have any questions, just ask!"
Jun Lan: "Mother-in-law, have you heard of Dai Qing?"
When the old witch heard the word Daiqing, her face immediately turned ugly and her voice began to tremble.
"I haven't heard of this person. Why is this demon bothering you again?"
Although she felt that the old witch was talking nonsense, Jun Lan still didn't dare to tell her the whole story because she felt that her own story was even more ridiculous.
"No, no. I just found this old photo at home and was curious, so I asked. But, old lady, it seems that you used to be very close to Lin Sisi, and Dai Qing and Lin Sisi should also be very close. Have you really never heard of Dai Qing?"
"Who told you that they are very close? Don't make random guesses and hearsay." The old witch said angrily.
Junlan took out the photo and handed it to the old witch.
"There are photos to prove it."
The old witch stared at the photo for a long time, unable to recover. After a while, she said, "The person is dead, what else can I say? I am old, and many things have become blurred with the passage of time. No matter what the reason is, I advise you not to ask any more questions. It will do you no good."
Jun Lan squatted down and took the old witch's hand, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Take care of yourself, old lady. I'll come to see you again when I have time."
Junlan and her uncle left the ancestral hall and planned to wander around the village.
Looking at the two people walking away, the old witch sighed: "The seeds planted in the previous life will bear fruit in this life. What is meant to come will eventually come, and no one can escape it."
Jun Lan was very disappointed with this meeting with the old witch. The old witch seemed to know everything, but for some reason she refused to tell her. This made Jun Lan very confused and gave her a headache. Was this trip in vain?
As they walked, they arrived at the end of their journey back home - their second uncle's house.
Third Uncle had already given Junlan a heads-up on the way, saying that Second Uncle and Second Aunt were both snobs who loved the rich and despised the poor, and that she must never bother with them. If it weren't for the fact that they were still related by blood, Junlan really didn't want to go see them.
Their house was next to a mass grave. As soon as Jun Lan entered their house, she felt creepy and uncomfortable.
Their house didn't even have a decent stool or chair. Junlan and his nephew had no place to sit, let alone drink a sip of water.
Junlan was so tired after walking all day that she sat down on a tattered single sofa without thinking.
"Meow..." At this time, a shrill cat cry like howling was heard.
A black cat suddenly appeared from nowhere and stared at Jun Lan.
Junlan has always liked small animals, especially cats and dogs, but seeing the black cat's behavior, Junlan was at a loss for a moment, because it not only kept staring at Junlan but also kept howling at her.
"Brother Cat, have I offended you in any way? Why are you always like this?"
The second uncle smoked a cheap cigarette, feeling like he was flying in the clouds, even better than a god. He watched all this with a cold eye, and finally, he was really annoyed by the cat's meowing, so he said quietly: "Niece, you're sitting on the sofa that is specially reserved for sand sculptures. Don't you smell a strange smell?"
Junlan jumped up from the sofa and walked away. When the black cat saw Junlan rolling out of its territory, it immediately jumped up to declare its sovereignty. Slowly, it calmed down and became much more docile.
Jun Lan asked awkwardly: "Second Uncle, is the cat you raise called Sha Diao?"
Second uncle: "Yeah, any opinions?" Listening to his sarcastic tone was really uncomfortable.
"No, I just thought the name was suitable for it."
There really wasn't much to talk about, and there was no need to sit down. Third Uncle said, "Second Brother, seeing you so full of energy makes me feel relieved. My niece took a leave of absence to visit us, and she has to go back to work in another province later. It's getting late, so we have to leave."
Second uncle: "No."
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