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Chen Fugui took the simple letter of guarantee and put it in a fortune-telling book. He picked up the jar and found that there were only a few pieces of dry and wrinkled tea leaves in it, and there was no water.

"Go to the main room and bring me the water bottle." Chen Fugui said to the young man who was wiping the ink on his hands.

Liang Baiyu went out and came back empty-handed. He asked blankly and innocently, "Uncle Chen, what do you want me to bring?"

Chen Fugui got what he wanted, and his attitude was a little better: "Water bottle."

"Oh...the water bottle..." Liang Baiyu rubbed the center of his brows, muttered something and walked out. When he returned, he was holding the blue water bottle in his hand, and a piece of skin on his mouth was bitten off, oozing blood.

After soaking in boiling water, the tea leaves at the bottom of the vat swelled and moistened again.

Chen Fugui grabbed a piece of cloth to cover the radio, and touched it with his weather-beaten hands. He bought it in the county once before.

The shop owner said that he could put tapes in it, listen to songs, and listen to stories. Many parents bought them for their children, and he spent the money on the bus ride.

He thought, what other people's children have, his own children should also have.

The radio waited for his son for many years before he got it.

Usually at night, my son would turn on the radio for a while, turn the volume down, listen to songs, read books, and write sentences that he couldn't understand.

However, since he was sick and couldn't do anything, his son put the radio in his room, saying it was to relieve his boredom.

Chen Fugui is an ordinary countryman. The farthest place he has traveled is the county seat. He has never made a name for himself in his life, and he doesn't have much ability. The only thing he is proud of is that he has a son who can't fault his personality and ability.

That's why he took advantage of the matter of the Liang family couple to negotiate with their descendants.

It doesn't matter if he is too superstitious, since he has a sealed guarantee, he really feels more at ease.

Chen Fugui scratched his hair that was mostly white, his face was yellow and thin: "Do you remember your parents' death..."

"No." Liang Baiyu turned his back and faced out the window, "People in the village say it was an accident."

"Cough, yes, cough, it was indeed an accident." Chen Fugui coughed.

Liang Baiyu pursed his lips, a drop of blood flowed out from the wound he had bitten out, and slid down onto his chin.

His skin, which was as white as jade, looked like a bloodstain had been scratched by a sharp knife.

"When your mother went up to the mountain to collect medicine at night, your father was not allowed to follow, and he was told to watch you at home." Chen Fugui talked about a past event buried under this mountain in this village. He is not a professional storyteller. It can't be cadenced, it's just a chattering tone after a meal.

"In the middle of the night, before your mother came back, your father put you at Zhang's house and called a few blind dates to go to the mountains to find her."

The tea was still very hot, and Chen Fugui couldn't drink it. He spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and rubbed it with the sole of his cotton shoes. "They met a group of bandits who killed thousands of knives."

Liang Baiyu turned around slowly while pressing the wound on his mouth.

"It's just a coincidence." Chen Fugui said, "None of your parents and others who helped find someone survived."

"That tragedy was caused by your mother alone. If she hadn't insisted on going up the mountain, how many families would have..." He looked at the young man who was carved out of the same model as the woman, "Now you know why everyone doesn't want to see you Bar."

Liang Baiyu asked against the sunlight hitting the window, "Were you present the whole time?"

Chen Fugui's complexion immediately sank: "Since you don't believe me, then I have nothing to say!"

"Uncle Chen, you misunderstood." Liang Baiyu said softly, "I just want to make sure."

The young man's eyes were dark, neither red nor teary, and his reaction did not conform to his identity and standpoint.

Chen Fugui felt goosebumps all over his body when he looked at him.

"I heard from Yang Zhi about this." Chen Fugui opened the oral liquid in the table, opened one and poured it into his mouth, "He just came back from Xiaoyin Village that night and found the person who caused Wanren to leave. Bandits, he was lucky to hide in the grass and not be found."

Yang Zhi is Yang Ming's uncle, who gave birth to a naturally inductive Omega son, and married into the county, so he became the envy of the neighbors, showing off his might.

Liang Baiyu put down his hand covering his mouth, and licked the wound that was still bleeding: "What happened next?"

"Then your cousin from afar came to the village, paid someone to bury your parents, and took you out of the village." Chen Fugui threw the empty bottle into the dustpan.

"Then my parents' grave..."

"Not on the mountain." Chen Fugui said surprisingly.

The room was dead silent.

Liang Baiyu stretched his facial muscles slightly, but he couldn't tell what his expression was, but his voice was so soft that it was almost breathless: "Aren't you here?"

Chen Fugui lit a cigarette, and he cut off the match: "It was a few days after your cousin took you away."

It rained heavily that night, and the hut on the mountain was smashed non-stop. Chen Fugui couldn't sleep, so he went out wearing a raincoat and rain boots.

Chen Fugui never expected that he would see two dead bodies in the river at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, the current was too fast, and if he didn't pay attention, the body disappeared.

Chen Fugui ran along the river for a while, but saw nothing. On the way to find the village chief, he thought of a guess, and hurriedly turned around and rushed into the mountains.

The result was exactly what he guessed.

The two corpses belonged to the Liang family. Their graves had been dug, but they were empty.

Someone hated them so much that they didn't want them to live in the village.

Even if it is dead.

Chen Fugui didn't gossip around. About the Liang family's grave, probably only the grave digger, and him, who happened to pass by, knew about it.

All these years have passed, everything at that time has been buried, and only the oral rumors of the older generation remain.

What the truth is, doesn't matter.

Moreover, the so-called truth is not necessarily the truth.

Chen Fugui omitted some inner thoughts and only revealed the answer. As soon as he finished speaking, the young man left.

Did not greet him.

He also didn't see clearly the young man's expression.

The water in the jar is no longer hot, and the past is over.

When Chen Song came back to cook at noon, the little black dog bit his muddy leg and barked at him. He went to the kitchen to wash the rice: "Fat Cai, go find the man in my room."

Fa Cai was not as obedient as usual, and kept barking.

Chen Song realized something, he threw the ladle back into the water tank, and strode to his room.

No one was found, so he turned around and went to his father's house.

"Snapped"

The water drops from Chen Suone's hand fell to the ground. He clenched his fist and asked his father who was lying on the bed: "Is Liang Baiyu out?"

Chen Fugui ignored him.

"I'll go out to find him and cook dinner later." Chen Song said in a deep voice, about to run out.

"Don't look for it, let's go." Chen Fugui said.

Chen Song froze.

Chen Fugui got angry when he saw his son like that: "I said he left a long time ago, in the morning!"

Chen Song frowned: "Did you drive him away?"

"Does he seem to be able to be driven away?" Chen Fugui was annoyed.

Chen Song looked at his father: "Then why did he leave?"

"Anyway, he left by himself!" Chen Fugui shook out a piece of paper from the fortune-telling book, which was the guarantee letter, and he patted the paper twice, "See it clearly!"

Chen Suone read it word for word, and didn't speak for a long time.

The gray and cobwebs in his hair make him look awkward and stupid, but the pheromones on his body are flowing out from the barrier button.

— a little messy, like the burnt smell of something burning.

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching. He made this handprint. No one forced him. God has recorded it. Don't go to him. He has no destiny with our family." Chen Fugui said.

Chen Song said in a hoarse voice, "What did you talk about?"

"He's looking for his parents' grave, I told him the location, that's all." Chen Fugui impatiently said, "Don't ask, hurry up and cook."

Chen Song rubbed his face and returned to the kitchen. He washed out the rice, covered the pot and set it on fire.

Forgot to put water in the pot.

In the middle of the night, Chen Suone squatted under the door of Liang's house. He lowered his head to dig the mud under his fingernails, his body was dirty.

Behind him is the old house that he has repaired.

Chen Suone's legs went numb again. He stood up and wanted to move his legs and feet, but he heard a slight sound in his ears.

Someone came.

Chen Suone's heart beat faster, he suddenly turned his head and looked in that direction.

Under the bright moonlight, a slender figure came from a distance, he seemed to have walked a long way, his feet dragged and scraped the ground, he was very tired and could fall down at any time.

Chen Sukun subconsciously went forward, a smell of water rushed into his nostrils, and he froze.

Liang Baiyu's body was dripping with water, and her long wet hair stuck to her face and neck, like a water ghost that just climbed out of the water.

With his bloodshot eyes drooping, he passed Chen Suone.