Yin Yang paper

Several people went down the mountain and drove back.

Qu He sat on the co-pilot with a steamed bun in his arms and looked at the surrounding mountains: "Brother, where are we going?"

"Since you're here, let's take a look around, haven't you always wanted to travel here?" Qu Shuo said.

"what?"

"Most of them are Miao villages here, and the characteristics of ethnic minorities are obvious. You can feel it." Qu Shuo located the area of ​​the Great Wall in Miaojiang, and he actually wanted to see what he could gain there.

Yang Ao was a bit decadent. He spent a long time traversing the mountains and ridges, but he found nothing, not to mention the Gu casters, he didn't even see a living person.

"Yang Ao, how did you get that photo?" Qu Shuo asked.

"Ah...the photo..." Yang Ao rummaged through his big cloth pocket and shivered against the sun: "The blind man gave it to me, who knows where he found it, but he just took it from this photo. The direction calculated by the photo."

"Blind man?" Qu He was very curious: "Who is it?"

"Second young master of the Zhou family, you have to wear sunglasses all day in wind and rain, what is it if you're not blind?" Yang Ao said lazily, "But that's what I call him in private."

"The Zhou family, is that the fortune teller?" Qu He excitedly turned his head and asked, "Can you ask him to do the math for me next time?"

"Okay, don't worry, he and I will give you free of charge." Yang Ao said with a smile.

Qu Shuo thinks that this photo is the key. The Zhou family will not point out secrets for no reason. Such obvious pointers are really rare, and most of them are ambiguous. The reason is nothing more than the blind Zhou and Yang Ao himself relationship. . .

It took nearly an hour to go from the village to the Miaojiang Great Wall. Qu Shuo opened the window and played a song, and Qu He fell asleep with his steamed buns on his head.

Yang Ao couldn't stay idle all the way, and started chatting with A Yao again, but A Yao had no memory, so he could only lean sideways and listen to Yang Ao singing a one-man show by himself. It was quite boring after a long time.

Yang Ao stretched his waist and couldn't help thinking about the photos in his hand again.

This photo is quite old. If you look carefully, Ayao on it is still a pretty little girl, with bright green eyes. I don’t know where the blind man drew it from. The photo is not only yellow and wrinkled, but also has edges. There were still stains on the corners.

"He took it out of the garbage dump..." Yang Ao pulled a wet towel and began to wipe it in disgust. At the same time, he recalled Zhou Xiazi's well-dressed suit and then bent over to rummage through the garbage can. The most important thing is that there must be a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of the nose.

"Pfft—" Yang Ao couldn't help laughing.

Qu He muttered in dissatisfaction and changed his posture. Qu Shuo glanced at Yang Ao from the rearview mirror and warned him to keep quiet. Yang Ao immediately understood, pinched his lips to pretend to be good, and slowly wiped the photo. .

After ten minutes of silence, another strange tone came from the back seat.

"Eh? Eh~~~ oh!" Yang Ao's startled movement finally woke up Qu He.

"What's wrong?" Qu He looked at Qu Shuo with the dog's head holding the steamed bun in a daze, and Qu Shuo sighed lightly: "It's okay, just wake up when you wake up, it's almost here."

Yang Ao didn't look like he was okay, he stuck his head out from the middle of the seat and pointed to the photo next to Qu Shuo, wanting to show him: "Look, is there someone else here!"

Qu Shuo couldn't drive to see it, so Qu He took it.

In the lower left corner of the photo, the place that was originally stained with stains has been wiped clean to reveal its original appearance. There is another sleeve that is different from the pink shirt on Ayao's body, but flaxen, and further down is the cut-off Half of the fingers can't be seen clearly.

Qu He followed the trend of the two people's arms in the photo and gestured downwards. The hands of the two people should be holding each other!

"Brother, there are two people, they should be holding hands and taking pictures together."

Qu Shuo suddenly turned around and looked at A Yao who was confused and confused. She was wearing a red wedding dress that was Ling Ling Yan Yan.

Two people. . .wedding dress. . .old grave. . .hanging coffin. . .And the cave that was hollowed out. . .

Qu Shuo suddenly had a vague answer in his heart.

"Ayao," Qu Shuo stepped on the accelerator, and said in a rather heavy tone, "It turns out that it is best to have no memory."

The Miaojiang Great Wall is located in Fenghuang County. Every stone brick accumulated in the long history has witnessed how many years have changed, collapsed, repaired, and reincarnated forward.

Qu He got out of the car and kept sighing: "Beautiful!"

It is impossible to say that the Great Wall is not a hero. If the northern Great Wall, which winds and stretches like mountains, is a tough guy, then this southern section is a beauty.It is mostly dyed with the smell of ethnic minorities, with clear curves, exquisite and exquisite, just like the indomitable tenacity of the Miao people.The bluestones are finely chiseled, and you can walk around the mountains and cross the water. When you climb up and look out, you can hear a few folk songs from a distance. In the distance, there are many villages and streams.

The camera that Yang Ao dug out from nowhere kept "clicking" all the way.

"I said, is this cloth bag of yours Doraemon's treasure chest? What else is there?" Qu He joked.

Yang Ao blinked mysteriously: "Hey, I won't tell you, there are so many good things."

But no, this is really all his belongings!

Qu Shuo followed behind the two of them, acting like a parent, just like other tourists who came to travel, but what he cared about was still the people here.

Although there are many Miao villages, there are very few old villages.

What he was looking for was the people from the old village.

Around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them managed to buy some food, but soon faced the next question: where to stay tonight?

The large and small villages have already started soliciting customers, and after listening to the toast song four times, Qu Shuo still didn't want to stay, and went to the next village.

"No, what's wrong with your brother? Picking a girl?" Yang Ao laughed and said, "Just now, several girls turned red from drinking alcohol."

Qu He rolled his eyes and called Mantou to follow, but ignored him.

"Are you here for tourism?" The old man sitting on a rock by the stream suddenly asked.

Qu Shuo stopped walking and glanced at the old man. He was estimated to be in his 7s or 80s. His eyes were half-closed and his white hair was tied in a bun on the top of his head.

"Yeah, are you basking in the sun?" Qu Shuo walked to the old man and sat down.

Qu He and Yang Ao silently looked at the setting sun, but said nothing.

"Yeah, today is a good day. Are you looking for a place to stay?" The old man was also enthusiastic, and he chatted with Qu Shuo.

Adults are chatting, and children naturally cannot interrupt.

So Qu He and Yang Ao took advantage of the situation and squatted down to tease Mantou. Mantou rolled on the ground on its belly, allowing Qu He and Yang Ao to comb and tickle it.

Qu Shuo had a good chat over there too. The old man was amused by Qu Shuo, and looked at the steamed buns he was playing with with his tongue sticking out from a tree branch. There is nothing to eat or drink, you should go back."

"We came from below, and there is no place to live. There are too many tourists now."

The old man looked at the three of them, said something in a low voice, and stood up on crutches: "Don't dislike it, come to my house to make do with one night? It's just the three of you, you have to squeeze."

Qu Shuo was naturally happy: "Then I will trouble you."

"It's not troublesome. I'm also here to attract a guest, but you can also see that at my age, where can I compete with young girls and young men? It means that I am destined to be with you." Squatting down next to Mantou, he also touched Mantou's head. Mantou let out a comfortable purr, and stuck out his tongue even more joyfully.

"Are you bringing your dog with you when you come out to play?" the old man asked.

Qu He smiled and said, "You can't leave me if you keep it for a long time. It's also good. It won't bite or bark. Don't worry."

The old man waved his hand: "It's okay, just follow along."

"Thank you." Qu He said hastily.

The grandfather took two steps and then looked back at the steamed bun: "Good dog, good dog."

Qu Shuo smiled and said, "You like it too?"

"Hey, I want to find a companion when I get older, but I just can't afford it."

"Why can't I keep it? It's better to keep a dog."

"You don't know, our stone city can't raise these things." The old man said something and felt that it was wrong, and then said: "You can talk about it first, the roads in the stone city are uneven, and some places haven't been repaired for a long time. Now, you have to take care of this dog, especially don't let it go out at night, I can't afford it if it falls and loses it or something."

Qu He couldn't stop laughing in his heart, thinking that the old man was thinking about the steamed buns, so he agreed in one gulp: "Okay, I'll tie it up tonight."

Mantou didn't know if he understood, but he flicked his tail and whimpered twice.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were about to light up, and he said again and again: "Good dog, good dog."