My protagonist attributes have been discovered

Shanhai Hotel.

"'I don't know if it's special'...Why do you say that?" Sister Tu felt strange, and asked in amazement: "Can't you know it by comparing it with other people's festivals?"

"That's what I said. But," Song Yangle leaned against the counter and shrugged, "In terms of form, there is probably no big difference between my Dragon Boat Festival and other people's Dragon Boat Festival."

"Very, ordinary."

***

Song Family Village.

"You are……?"

"Ao Ye." Ao Ye smiled politely, and made a reminder: "I asked Village Chief Song to express 'greetings' on my behalf."

It took several rounds to turn this polite words in her mind, and the middle-aged woman realized the meaning, suddenly: "Oh oh oh! It's you."

"Come in please come in!"

The door opened, and the smile on the woman's face quickly widened, making way for him to enter the small farmyard with brick paving and overgrown weeds:

"We just heard from the village chief that you were coming to our house (house) yesterday, but we didn't expect you to come this early in the morning. My headman (husband) just went out to plow the land, and the house is still empty." Time to tidy up..."

But even if it is "not cleaned up", the inside of the cement-based building still looks much neater than other old houses in the village made of mud and wood chips.

Amidst the chatter, the two stepped into the flat house one after the other. The latter glanced at the old human actress calendar pasted on the wall of the main room, the broken workbooks on the corner of the table, and the books on the cabinet. Brand new DVD player... Finally, it stopped on the old-fashioned landline of the DVD player and looked away.

"Sit, sit!"

The woman courteously brought two stools, and was planning to do something else, but Ao Ye raised her hand to stop him, and smiled:

"Don't bother, let's get straight to the point."

The woman who wanted to please the "God of Wealth" tried to persuade him: "Will you have a drink..."

"Please forgive me, time is precious." Ao Ye stood on another foot and smiled at her: "At least for me."

- Straight to the vest, the creepy sense of danger was conveyed from the smile on the other side's lips and the unemotional eyes; the smiling face of the woman facing him froze almost immediately, and then, the idea of ​​"taking advantage of it" disappeared into thin air , she didn't dare to refute at all, sat down embarrassingly, and asked with a stiff smile tremblingly:

"Then, where do we start...?"

"Easy." Ao Ye smiled: "Just tell me your phone number first."

……

10 minute later.

Ao Ye came out of the yard and brushed off the weeds taller than a person at the door, not in a good mood.

Like the other families "visited" in the past five days, the one behind him still did not bring any more clues; unlike before, this was already the last one in the selected range: no matter whether he used it before It took two days to recover the obliterated number, or "Song Yangle" itself, and there was no clue.

It is clearly the "hometown" recorded in the "Song Yangle" file, but it seems that there is no such thing as "Song Yangle"; as an ordinary person, I can't help but wonder if I have found the wrong place .

But Ao Ye is not an "ordinary 'person'".He was pretty sure he was right.

—That is, there are still omissions.

But there is a little trouble...

Sitting on the stone pier in front of the earthen house, with his hands crossed and placed on his bent knees, Ao Ye tilted his head while thinking like this——looking at his back through the open door next door. The eyes were caught off guard by his turning gaze, the pupils jumped, and the wooden door was "bang!", and it was immediately closed tightly; and when the eyes turned to other places, the result was the same.

...It seems that except for the village head who is more greedy for "money", the other families here are extremely "xenophobic"; without prior communication with the village head, there is a high probability that they will not be able to ask anything.

However, the village head knew limited information.So far, the ten households given by the other party as "the younger generation who have a phone call or have not been home for many years" have nothing to do with "Song Yangle".

Or really go door to door? ...It seems that this is the only way to go.

"It's just that the time is a bit tight." Ao Ye said to himself, and he was a little regretful: Compared with the simple and crude method of searching|hunting, he actually prefers the feeling of approaching the truth step by step like an unarmed human being... It's a pity that he and Qiongqi The agreed time limit is coming soon, he can break his promise because of interest, but he doesn't like the feeling of being forced to breach the contract due to lack of ability.

So...is it better to start in the afternoon, or in the evening? ...Ah, it's better at night, it's quieter at night...

"Xiao Ao, Xiao Ao?"

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw a kind face: it was the one who passively "discovered" him "asleep" on the hillside five days ago in the morning and "actively" took him in and took him to see the village head , The owner of the earth house behind him, Grandma Song.

Unaware that she was hinted by this young man to take him in, Grandma Song was carrying a big mugwort on her back, and asked him with genuine concern, "Why are you sitting outside and not entering the house when you come back?"

"I want to blow some air." Ao Ye glanced at her feet off the ground, got up and smiled without paying attention, took the back basket behind her and looked inside, surprised: "Why are you picking so many mugwort leaves?"

"Dragon Sun tomorrow, boil water for a bath."

Grandma Song pulled out the dusty latch on the door, opened the door, and chattered to him with a smile:

"You children in the city don't know that mugwort water is very good, it clears fire and heat..."

"..."

Ao Ye followed the door with a smile, put down the basket, and followed the busy old man into the kitchen, occasionally echoing what the other said; after a while, the old man who had finished all the things he could think of at the moment asked about him:

"How is it? Did you find it?"

"No..." Ao Ye finished answering inadvertently, and then suddenly stopped: Although he influenced the other party to take him in, he didn't do anything in other ways, at least, not in memory.

"..." The eyes that fell on the old man flickered, and he didn't let the other party notice the pause. He continued naturally: "I finished asking this morning, and the family members mentioned by the village chief are not. By the way, grandma Do you know any other family with children and grandchildren in their twenties who haven’t been home for years?”

However, to his surprise, Granny Song, an old man living alone who was not close to the villagers due to the loss of her husband and son in her early years, shook her head without hesitation: "I don't know."

"Slap palm is such a big place, the only ones whose sons and grandchildren haven't come back for several years are the few families the village head said." Seeing the loss of the young people, Grandma Song made sense: "Everyone is talking about it... Why?"

At this point, Grandma Song stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, she frowned and thought: "I remember... there should be another family."

Ao Ye lit up her eyes and smiled:

"Please tell me carefully."