hello little angel

Li Yang's death completely broke the original peace of Changshui Village.As the only outsiders in the village, Chao Xingyu and Jiang Feng are more or less suspected and rejected by the villagers.

Zhao Xingyu was fine, he blinked his big eyes, and no amount of doubts were dispelled by the clear impact. Besides, the young man was slender, so he didn't seem to be able to beat Li Yang.

Chao Xingyu would run to Li Yang's house from time to time in the morning these few days to help the women and children in the village cut red threads, fold white flowers, and rub paper money.Looking at the familiar mourning hall that is slowly being erected, it really makes people feel a little dazed.

"Xiaoyu, listen to my aunt's advice, stay away from that Jiang reporter recently, the men in the village have been watching him closely recently, he is suspected."

The one who spoke was old Wu's daughter-in-law, not yet forty, Chao Xingyu had seen her in the market, her name was Wu Guixiang.

Wu Guixiang wiped her sweat with her hands. There were beautiful white flowers between her fingers, against her round face with apricot red, she looked very peaceful when she lowered her eyebrows.

However, this tranquility was broken when she spoke.

Wu Guixiang was the hottest woman in the village. According to the gossip I heard among the women these days, Wu Guixiang and Old Wu got together because of fighting and cursing in the early years.

"I don't like wimpy people. I'm even afraid of it. What's the use of marrying a man with no eggs in his crotch? Do you still hope that he can give me a baby?"

Several women around laughed, and when Li Yang's mother came out of the house, they all fell silent again.

Chao Xingyu sat on the threshold, with a basket of paper money between his snow-white calves, and listened intently to Wu Guixiang's simple and direct views on marriage and love.

As Wu Guixiang said, she seized the opportunity to pinch the young boy's tender cheeks. She really liked the little guy: "Xiao Yu'er, call me auntie, can auntie cook you lunch?"

"Brother Yan will prepare a meal and wait for me..." Chao Xingyu hesitated.

Brother Yan?Wu Guixiang tried hard to recall: "Is it the eldest son of the Yan family? I heard that he went out to work before, and he has come back?"

It turned out that Yan Shizhi also went out.The image of the man sitting in the wheelchair flashed through Chao Xingyu's mind, he just nodded without saying anything or asking.

"That's it. Then you go to him now, and say that you have eaten at your aunt's house for noon and evening today, so go." Wu Guixiang said bluntly.

Chao Xingyu nodded quickly, he was tired of eating fish this week, so he happened to go to another place to eat fresh food.

*

Compared with the sweet-talking Zhao Xingyu, the treatment Jiang Feng received was visibly worse.

In the past few days, no matter where he went to take pictures, people followed him, and the people who usually brought him food and meals disappeared.If Jiang Feng was really a young master who didn't work hard, he would have starved to death by the chicken coop.

Today, as usual, after walking around the village, Jiang Feng killed a chicken and was about to boil water to remove the fishy smell. Old Wu knocked on the courtyard door with the egg.

"It's strange. It turns out that people here still know how to knock on doors. I thought it was a custom for you to climb over walls to pick locks and rummaging through boxes and cabinets."

Jiang Feng deftly lit the gas stove with a lighter, and threw a few slices of ginger into the water.He took time to glance at Old Wu and said, "Ask whatever you want. As I said before, I didn't kill anyone."

Old Wu put the eggs on the stove, stepped forward and turned the switch of the gas stove: "I just want to invite you to my house for a meal, my wife is very good at cooking, we can chat slowly."

Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Do you trust me?"

Old Wu didn't deny or nod.

Old Wu was the tallest man in the village, and this Jiang Feng was taller than him by a large margin, with a strong figure.If a fight broke out with Li Yang, Li Yang should have been beaten to death instead of having his hands and feet cut off.

The cuts were uneven, and one could tell at a glance that the murderer was not strong enough, and even the corpse could only be hastily thrown into the river.

The murderer is a villager, Old Wu is not sure.

"It's hard to believe." He smoked a cigarette, "Take your camera and go to my house to talk."

Jiang Feng didn't ask any more questions, he picked up his camera and followed Old Wu.

*

"Fuck, why are you here?"

Zhao Xingyu was pressing the remote control to tune the channel, but when he heard the sound, his joyful mood came to an abrupt end.

Jiang Feng stood at the hall door and stared at him with big eyes.

Jiang Feng changed out of his famous brand and put on the clothes of Changshui Village.Because the clothes did not fit his size, his muscular calves and upper arms were all exposed, and his muscular chest and abdominal muscles were faintly visible through the fabric.

Jiang Feng's one big arm can carry two rains at the same time.

"Tsk."

Chao Xingyu was rarely dissatisfied with his mouth, and Quan pretended not to see anything, and continued to tune the channel.

Jiang Feng was blatantly ignored by him, as if a cat had scratched him in his heart.

He pushed the camera to Lao Wu, dragged it over, snatched the remote control from Chao Xingyu, and said in a low tone, "I like this, don't adjust it, just watch this."

Chao Xingyu's eyelids twitched, and he didn't fight him.

A cheerful singing voice came from the TV soon: "I wake up the sea~ wake up the mountains~ I wake up the desert~ everywhere is full of beautiful colors~"

Jiang Feng's expression changed, and he finished listening to Ge'er in a strong and calm manner.

Wait until a green-skinned and black-faced animated villain starts to shout: 【Transform! 】He finally couldn't bear to press the remote control.

Chao Xingyu said quietly: "Don't press it, Reporter Jiang likes it very much, don't you? Keep watching."

"...Don't read it, let you let you."

With a contorted face, Jiang Fengjun returned the remote control to him.

Chao Xingyu hummed twice, and pressed to his favorite channel.

Jiang Feng looked at the dark-colored and light-colored animated bears on the screen, and at Zhao Xingyu, who was sitting obediently in a chair with bright eyes, he was really not flattered.

"Xiao Yu is coming, dinner is ready! Auntie will make it for you..." Wu Guixiang came out of the kitchen with a pot of potato ribs, and then stepped into the hall door. Seeing the extra Jiang Feng, his voice was obviously paused.

She quickly glanced at Old Wu at the table, and greeted Jiang Feng with a cheerful smile again: "Hey, this is reporter Jiang, right? Old Wu didn't tell me in advance, so you sit down quickly, just right It's time to eat. Xiaoyu, the TV is there, come and eat!"

Chao Xingyu happily passed by Jiang Feng, showing two dimples to him: "Auntie let us eat, reporter Jiang."

Jiang Feng rubbed his fingers, really wanted to pinch that hateful little face!

I have to say that Wu Guixiang's craftsmanship is really good.Even though Chao Xingyu ate all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas in his previous life, when he suddenly came to a farmhouse in the countryside, eating the original food a few times was considered a special flavor.

On the table, Wu Guixiang took some food for him after a break.The more she looked at Chao Xingyu, the more she liked him. She and Lao Wu had no children. If they could conceive in the year they got married, the child would be as big as Chao Xingyu now.

"Thank you, auntie, auntie also eats..." Chao Xingyu is very good at acting like a baby, and he is obediently obedient in front of Wu Guixiang.

Holding the chopsticks, Jiang Feng thought, why does this little guy have two faces for himself and others?He was so engrossed in his thoughts that Old Wu didn't even hear him calling him a few times.

Lightly kicking his calf under the rain table, a pair of deer eyes raised from the rice bowl, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the eyelashes fluttered.

Jiang Feng concentrated on watching his lips: [Silly old man, I'm calling you. 】

Jiang Feng came to his senses and answered.

Old Wu pointed at his camera with his chopsticks, and asked, "Didn't you take pictures everywhere that day? I wonder if there are any clues in those photos."

Jiang Feng shook his head: "I've thought about it, I've gone through it, and I haven't directly photographed Li Yang. But I did photograph some people at Tankou that day, and it would be best if you could help identify them."

Old Wu agreed, ate a mouthful of salt-fried peanuts, and said again: "There were a lot of people present that night, and the mud on the river beach was trampled into pieces, so you can't tell anything by footprints..."

"Why didn't you call the police?" Jiang Feng asked suddenly, "Isn't it much faster to let the police come than to investigate yourself?"

Old Wu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Reporter Jiang, our village has its own rules, and some rules can't be broken just by breaking them."

This is the status quo in many small places.

Most of the closed, backward and self-sufficient places maintain a deformed autonomy phenomenon, ranging from marriages to human lives.When outsiders go there, no matter how high your status is or what your status is, it is not worth as much as a pig in a household.

This phenomenon is unreasonable, but it is a reality that cannot be removed.

Jiang Feng frowned, "Can the corpse..."

"Crack!" Wu Guixiang pressed the chopsticks and said sharply, "Old Wu, isn't it disgusting to talk about this at the dinner table? If you don't eat, there are others at home who want to eat!"

"Others" are listening with pricked up ears at the moment, and they still have something to say when they are interrupted.

Wu Guixiang's words were not meant for Old Wu.Jiang Feng would still watch this wink, and immediately shut his mouth and ate quietly.

A pair of chopsticks reached into the bowl and dropped a piece of pork ribs.

Chao Xingyu glanced at him quickly, which meant a truce and cooperation.

Jiang Feng's eyebrows twitched, he picked up the rib and ate it.

*

It was night, because of Li Yang's incident, there were no people who used to take a walk at night in the village.

The mourning hall of the Li family was set up, and the coffin was placed in the center.

Chao Xingyu stepped on Jiang Feng's shoulders and turned up the wall of Li's courtyard. The old dog in the courtyard was used to his smell, and after a few symbolic barks at Jiang Feng, he obediently lay down and stopped barking.

"Wait there." Jiang Feng took off from a certain distance, stretched his arm muscles, jumped, and landed inside the courtyard wall.He patted the ashes, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Xingyu who was still sitting on the courtyard wall with his legs crossed: "Jump down, I'll follow you."

There is a huge moon above Zhao Xingyu's head. He is shrouded in the white moonlight, and his beautiful silhouette seems to be real.

"No." He added, "I don't want you to hug me."

Jiang Feng suddenly became angry.

He silently watched the little guy struggling to climb the wall with his hands, his feet tentatively moving, and finally stretched out his hands.

He clasped his hands together, held Chao Xingyu's toes, and let those beautiful feet step on his palm through the straw soles, which were just the right size.

The lonely ankle flashed in front of my eyes.Jiang Feng came back to his senses, Zhao Xingyu had already landed on his palm.

"I told you I don't want you to hug me." Zhao Xingyu patted the ashes on his palms for him, and was still stubborn.

"As if someone cares, I didn't hug you..." Jiang Feng followed him to the Li family's mourning hall, and couldn't help asking after being awkward for a while.He lowered his voice: "What did you eat to grow up, why is your weight lighter than the cats in the village?"

Chao Xingyu turned his head and stared at him, his eyes streaming under the moonlight.

Jiang Feng stopped talking.

The lid of the coffin was lifted, and Li Yang's body wrapped in a white cloth was placed among the basins of ice cubes. The stench was not very strong.

Chao Xingyu turned on the flashlight, looked up and looked at Jiang Feng.Jiang Feng understood, and started to untie the white cloths.

"The first wound is here." Jiang Feng pointed to Li Yang's left arm, "Cut it face to face, tsk tsk, it hurts to death."

"The murderer knew Li Yang?" Otherwise, how could he wait until they were face to face before killing him.Zhao Xingyu quickly reacted.

Jiang Feng nodded and continued to browse: "There was no fatal wound, he died from excessive blood loss. The murderer first cut off his two arms, then chopped off his calf, and finally left him in the river. According to the amount of bleeding, It will be gone in a while."

Zhao Xingyu narrowed his eyes: "He is holding something in his right hand."

Jiang Feng parted his dead fingers, and looked closer at Xing Yu: it was a bunch of white hair.

"It's beards." Jiang Feng corrected, swept them into the plastic bag he brought, and put them in the bag.

This time the scope was narrowed down a lot: the murderer was acquainted with Li Yang, and he was an old man.

The two found clues and quickly left the same way.

They tacitly did not ask each other's identity and purpose. Both of them had their own secrets, and they knew very well that now was not the time to reveal them.

"Why are you following me?" Chao Xingyu turned his head and looked at Jiang Feng who was not far behind him.

"It's best for children not to walk alone at night, do you understand?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but yell.

"Damn it." Chao Xingyu muttered in a low voice.

"what?"

"I said you hate ghosts!" After Zhao Xingyu finished speaking, he ran away quickly.

The adults don't remember the faults of the villains, forget it... Jiang Feng took deep breaths repeatedly, and didn't turn around until he saw Chao Xingyu entered a yard, before turning around and leaving.

But isn't this courtyard too deserted?

Jiang Feng looked at the small courtyard of the Yan family standing alone in the darkness without a single light, thinking so.

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