After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

After the convoy got off the Panshan Highway, it quickly drove onto the country road leading to the destination.

It was getting dark, and the team gradually turned on the lights in the car. Under the soft and bright light, the atmosphere of the guests chatting and playing games was relaxed and pleasant.

However, the sound-proof windows of high-end tourist cars also cut off the small sounds from outside.

"Whoa..."

"Whoa..."

Like the wind blowing across the wilderness, in the deserted fields on both sides of the road, dead branches rolled and blew across the ridges.

Then, it was stepped on by a pale foot bone, making a slight cracking sound.

The skeleton without flesh and blood swayed, walking in the field with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and countless slender and writhing white maggots protruded from the hollow and dark eye sockets, like white seaweed floating in the sea water.

One after another, the skeletons seemed to smell something tempting, and they followed the route of the convoy slowly and stiffly, crawled through the wilderness, and followed.

And the night fell in all directions, under the boundless wilderness and the dark and low sky, there was only the convoy, the only light, driving along the straight road, into the deepest darkness.

It's like a wild beast disguised as black, opening its black mouth, waiting for the prey to crash into it...

When he was about to arrive at the destination of Jiazifen Village, the driver suddenly said "Huh?" and said to Zhang Wubing strangely: "Director, the road ahead seems to be closed. I see that there is a roadblock ahead?"

Under the high beam, the metal barricades in the distance of the road are under the light, reflecting cold and harsh light.

And when Zhang Wubing heard the driver's words, he stretched his neck and squinted his eyes to look carefully into the distance, only to find that it was not a simple engineering roadblock, it was like a fence wrapped with rusty barbed wire outside an abandoned factory. The entire relatively spacious road was sealed airtight, with a height of more than one meter, preventing people from entering or breaking in.

But unlike the common roadblocks that the authorities would set up, the obstacles blocking the entire road in front of them look more like roads sealed by the villagers themselves. There are not only old barbed wire and chains piled up on it, but also miscellaneous farm tools, rakes and broken pieces. Furniture, etc., were laid across the middle of the road.

Zhang Wubing hurriedly looked down at the map software on his mobile phone, and found that there was no information indicating that this section of the road was closed. The official notice directly shows that you can't go here, and the navigation will change its own route. What's the situation?"

Some of the staff are experienced, but they have a guess: "Could it be that they are blocking the road and asking for money? Many villages in this area will seal off the official roads that pass through their villages. If outsiders don't pay, It will not be released."

"This kind of road is not closed by the government because of road construction or danger nearby. It will not be uploaded to the map software to display it. It is normal if you can't find it. Like this kind of road into a village in the mountain, if you don't It’s hard to know exactly what’s going on when you’ve been there.”

Before running this program, Zhang Wubing, who had never traveled far, was well protected by his elders, and suddenly looked surprised: "Ah? How could this happen? There is such a thing?"

"However..." The staff also leaned over to the front window of the vehicle. After looking for a long time, they didn't see anyone guarding the roadblock. They couldn't help but wondered, "Why isn't there anyone squatting here to pay?"

The driver also hurriedly said: "Director, if the village really closes the road to collect money, let's stop quickly. I encountered this kind of road when I was young, and nails will be thrown on the road. The tires are punctured, so you can’t walk. It’s dark and you can’t see if the nails are scattered here, and there is no place to repair the car around here, if the tires are all punctured, it will be troublesome.”

But no matter what the situation is, the road ahead will no longer pass.

Zhang Wubing hurriedly called the cars behind, and the convoy gradually stopped, barely stopping a certain distance in front of the roadblock.

"Brother Yan, the road ahead is closed, there is no way to go."

Zhang Wubing trotted to the guest car at the back, with a cute smile on his face, pointed to the roadblock in front of Yan Shixun who got out of the car to check the situation, and explained the reason for the staff's speculation just now.Crazy pushing the pot said it was not his fault, for fear of being scolded by Yan Shixun again.

"Roadblock?"

Yan Shixun took a look at the sky, it was completely dark now, and if he wanted to turn around again, it would be impossible to find accommodation in the service area on the highway.

Yan Shixun was on guard when he saw the dead body when he passed the Panshan Highway.

It will be midnight in a few hours, and no one can sleep outside when there is a possibility of danger, and the autumn night is very cold, and the equipment in the car is not enough to support everyone camping.

The top priority is to find a place to stay and spend the night smoothly.

Tomorrow, when the sun rises, there will be enough time to figure out the roadblock and find the way to the destination.

Yan Shixun's thoughts turned around, and he told Zhang Wubing to look for a place nearby where he could temporarily stay overnight, then he strode quickly to the roadblock and checked carefully.

The obstacles that block the road and hinder the movement of vehicles are not so much roadblocks as debris piles.

Barbed wires are entangled everywhere on it, and thick tree stumps and heavy huge stones are used to build a height in the middle, with farm tools and other discarded rusty iron tools interspersed, and all directions are blocked up, down, left, and right to prevent Someone wants to climb it.

Rather than preventing vehicles from passing, it is more like preventing someone from turning over.

Because his master Li Chengyun likes to travel around, Yan Shixun has traveled with him to many places since he was a child, and he has also visited many mountains and forests and villages. Some get characters.

Therefore, Yan Shixun's horizons were broadened, and he saw many things that ordinary people would never see in a lifetime, and he also had some understanding of remote villages.

As for the road closure that the staff said required money, Yan Shixun had seen it.

But that kind of roadblock is usually set up to be movable. After the passing vehicles pay the money, the villagers will remove the roadblock, let the vehicle pass, and then move it back to wait for the next vehicle.

However, the roadblock in front of him now has no possibility of being easily moved, and it seems that he will never communicate with each other.

It wasn't for asking for money, but it seemed that the nearby villages had conflicts, so they blocked the roads that pass each other in a fit of anger.

"Brother Yan, there is a village next to here. It's not far from here. You should be able to stay overnight." Zhang Wubing walked over with his mobile phone and showed the map to Yan Shixun.

Yan Shixun looked at the terrain of the village displayed on the phone interface, and frowned unconsciously.

The terrain is very delicate, the mountains surround the entire village of Jiazifen where the destination is located, like half a Tai Chi Yin-Yang map.

The village where Zhang Wubing said he would stay overnight was outside the semi-circular mountain range and very close to the road.

It was as if the tall mountains blocked all the wind and light from the semicircle, and cast shadows on Jiazifen Village.

In Fengshui geomancy, the north of the mountain and the south of the water are yin, which is not suitable for living, and it is very dangerous to live in.What's more, the mountain here fits the "Yin" in the Taiji Yin-Yang Diagram. Yin is added to Yin, and Yin is returned to Yang, which is the God of Yin.

Even in daily life, most people would not choose this kind of place to live.Because the sunlight exposure time is too short, not seeing the light all year round is not only bad for crops, but also makes people feel depressed.

And what Yan Shixun felt most disobedient was that from the map, the place where the obstacle that blocked the road happened to be at the node at the bottom of the semicircle, splitting the entire Yin-Yang diagram, as if it was separated by a knife Yin and Yang.

"Brother Yan?" Zhang Wubing didn't make a sound when he saw Yan Shixun for a long time, and he couldn't help calling out in doubt: "Is there a problem with this village? Then we can run a little further, there are other villages nearby... "

"No need." Yan Shixun looked away from the map, and said calmly, "This village is fine, no problem. You can also ask them if you know the reason why the road is closed."

Since the roadblock may be set up because of the conflict between the two villages, the location is so delicate.Then the village closest to Jiazifen Village is likely to be the village that had conflicts with Jiazifen Village, and it is the party who set up the roadblock.

If this is the case, you can also ask this village to find out what kind of unresolvable conflicts occurred that directly tore the face regardless of the clan relationship.

It's just... Kamura?

Yan Shixun looked at the name of the village marked on the map, and remembered what the owner of the breakfast shop told him before. The village where the owner lived was called Jiacun, and over the mountain was his wife's village, called Wangzi Village.

Since the village we are about to go to is Jiacun, according to what the boss said, after we cross the mountain, it should be Wangzi Village.But now according to the map, it is obvious that after turning over the mountain, it is Jiazifen Village, and there is no village called Wangzi Village next to it.

Where did Wangzi Village go?Relocate the whole village?

Yan Shixun frowned with a serious expression.

……

The convoy soon reached the nearby village.

In stark contrast to Yan Shixun's vigilance was the enthusiasm of the village party secretary after hearing everyone's intentions.

"Hey, it's so late, if you don't live with us, there is no other place to go."

The village party secretary came out of the village wearing a coat. After introducing himself, he said cheerfully: "The moon stream surged during the flood season a while ago, and many roads were affected. You are not familiar with the road here, and you drove in the wrong place. If you get lost, you will be in trouble."

Because there were several cars in the convoy, after stopping at the entrance of the village, Zhang Wubing wanted to knock on the door alone to ask if he could stay overnight. Unexpectedly, the sound of the car starting startled the village party secretary, and he came out to greet him directly.

When seeing so many people, the village party secretary was not too surprised, but cheerfully turned around and shouted, calling out a few young and middle-aged people at home, who wanted to help the program crew with their luggage.

The village party secretary said: "Seeing that there are quite a lot of you, you should live in my house first. Our house has the most rooms in the village. It was originally planned to be used by a few children in the family to get married, but it turned out that these few did not live up to expectations! I let the quilts and so on These boys go to the village to gather together, don’t worry, there will be enough for them.”

It seems that the village party secretary is very skilled and there are people from outside who pass by to stay overnight. He is a warm-hearted person.

This made Zhang Wubing a little embarrassed, and quickly declined the help of several young and middle-aged men, saying that he was very grateful for the overnight stay, and we can just carry the luggage by ourselves.

Several young and middle-aged people also seemed to be very familiar with outsiders, chatting and laughing with the staff of the program group, looking very cheerful.

After the guests got off the car with their simple luggage bags, the fresh and clean air of the village and warm-hearted young people greeted them.Immediately, the guests also laughed, thinking that although they couldn't reach the destination on time due to the inexplicable road closure, they came here to experience the farmhouse fun, so it's not bad.

A young man in the lead walked beside Zhang Wubing and led them to the village party secretary's house while enthusiastically asking them where they came from and whether they were passing by here for business or transporting goods.

Several guests glanced at each other, and smiled kindly: "We wanted to go to the farmhouse in the village behind to play, but the road was blocked and it was too dark, so we had to stay here for a while. Night."

As soon as they heard that the people from the program group were going to the village behind the mountain, the faces of a few young people who were enthusiastically chatting with everyone in the program group suddenly changed their expressions, watching them hesitate to speak.

Even the village party secretary next to him looked over in surprise: "Are you going to the village behind?"

Zhang Wubing hurriedly said: "It's Jiazi Grave Village."

The village party secretary thought about it for a long time, and only after being reminded by the juniors in the family next to him, he suddenly remembered: "Oh, Jiazi Grave Village. Hey, I'm old, I can't always remember."

The village party secretary frowned, and quickly changed the subject on his own initiative, not mentioning the matter of Jiazifen Village behind the mountain.

Yan Shixun has been walking in the middle and rear of the program group in silence, listening to the chats between them and the villagers, naturally he also saw the reaction of the village party secretary.

The village party secretary...seemed to be very reluctant to talk about Jiazifen Village?

Because the road in the village is narrow, there is no place to park so many widened and lengthened minibuses next to the village party secretary's house, so the convoy stopped at the entrance of the village. Carrying a simple luggage bag, he followed the village party secretary into the village.

From the entrance of the village to the house of the secretary of the village party committee, even guests who are not familiar with rural life can see that Jiacun is developing very well. Every family has built beautiful multi-storey small buildings, and some of them are equipped with elegant ironwork. There is a carved gate, and a small dim light is hung at the gate, illuminating the courtyard and the village road outside, so that the road will not be completely invisible at night.

And the big domestic dog was chained in the yard, grinning at strangers and barking in a low voice.

The young man bent down and picked up a stone, and threw it directly at the big dog.

It seemed that the big dog was also familiar with the young man. He remembered the beating, sobbed immediately, lay down again with his tail between his legs, and stopped barking.

"The dogs in the village are like this. They bark when they see strangers. Didn't they scare you?" The young man walking next to Yan Shixun scratched his head in embarrassment and comforted everyone in the program group.

Yan Shixun laughed: "The housekeeper is a good dog."

The dog, which had already been lying down, suddenly raised its head as if it understood Yan Shixun's appreciation, its eyes glisteningly looked in Yan Shixun's direction, and its tail also wagged.

It's just that no one cares.

"Here, this is my home."

The village party secretary happily pushed open the door and welcomed everyone into the yard: "The young people in the family have already gone to the village to borrow quilts, and they should be delivered in a while. You go in first and sit down, I call my daughter-in-law Get up and pack a meal. There is nothing delicious in the village, so don't hold it against you."

Zhang Wubing hurriedly said no, and thanked the village party secretary.

The village party secretary's house is a small building with a height of five floors. As the village party secretary said, there are indeed many empty rooms in it. Even if the program group has dozens of people, it can completely accommodate them.

Eating is early in the village, and the meal has already been finished at this moment. If you want to eat again, you have to start the stove again, and you have to wait for a while.

While the village party secretary went to the kitchen to prepare food, everyone in the program team also went to see the room and discuss how to live.

"I just said, why is it so lively outside, and there are guests again?" Coming down the stairs, an extremely friendly middle-aged man with a coat half-draped over his shoulders looked as if he had fallen asleep and was woken up again.

"Second Uncle." The young man walking beside Yan Shixun called out to the middle-aged man, who seemed to have a good relationship with the middle-aged man, and complained in a low voice: "Second Uncle, you didn't even hear me, when Grandpa was entertaining guests , took the opportunity to hurt us again, saying that we are not up to date, and that we will not even get married when we are so old."

The young man sneered, and said very unhappy: "Why are you getting married? Are you hurting others like Uncle Yang Guang? Who among the brothers in the family didn't know that Uncle Yang Guang..."

"Yang Tu!" The originally kind-hearted middle-aged man's expression changed immediately, he hurriedly glanced at the people in the program group next to him, and whispered to the young man: "Say everything, and there is no one to keep the door open! Shut up!" Mouth."

The young man named Yang Tu also realized his gaffe, and immediately shut up resentfully, not continuing.

Although everyone in the program team was curious, they only regarded it as a family matter of the village party secretary's family. They politely didn't ask more questions, but after greeting the middle-aged man, they were led by several other young people to the rooms on each floor .

Only Yan Shixun and Lu Xingxing looked at Yang Tu and the middle-aged man almost at the same time.

Uncle Yang Guang, Yang Guang...

The owner of the breakfast shop is Yang Guang.

It seems right, Yang Guang ran away from this village decades ago.

This Jia village is Bijia village.

Lu Xingxing's reaction was bigger, he couldn't hide his expression on his face and looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes were also full of inquiry.

The middle-aged man noticed Lu Xingxing's gaze, and hurriedly said a few polite words to everyone with an uneasy face, then turned and went upstairs to return to the room.

Lu Xingxing immediately trotted to follow, and wanted to grab the middle-aged man to ask what happened: "Wait..."

But when Lu Xingxing passed by Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun quickly pulled him back by the collar.

Lu Xingxing was dragged by the suddenly tightened collar and almost couldn't catch his breath. Naturally, he couldn't ask his question smoothly. He only uttered a single sound, and Yan Shixun's palm covered his mouth.

"Shut up." Yan Shixun whispered the syllable in Lu Xingxing's ear calmly.

His indifferent and calm eyes glanced at the passing stars, with an indescribable sense of warning and order.

Lu Xingxing originally thought that he would be angry, but for no reason, he trembled when Yan Shixun's eyes gave him such a cut, and he really didn't dare to say a word.

Yan Shixun grabbed Lu Xingxing with one hand, then calmly watched the middle-aged man leave without saying a word, but kept listening with lowered eyes and ears, paying attention to the sound of the middle-aged man's footsteps with his good ears.

When I went upstairs, the sound of trampling was compared with the number of steps of the stairs, and it was three floors.Then the footsteps stabilized, walking on flat ground, one, two... After walking for nearly a hundred steps, he stopped.

Judging from the subtle difference in footsteps caused by the different walking habits of the two feet, the middle-aged man turned his steps to the left.

There is a small knocking sound when opening and closing the door. The crisp sound is not like the door shaft, but the sound of the pendant hanging on the door swinging, which may be glass products.

Calculated based on the walking distance of the middle-aged man he just observed, it was about 30 meters.

Therefore, this middle-aged man, who is called the second uncle by the younger generation and is about the same age as the owner of the breakfast shop, lives in the room on the left after turning 30 meters on the fourth floor, with a glass pendant hanging on the door.

It wasn't until all the voices disappeared that Yan Shixun's serious and calm expression slowly slowed down, and he looked at Lu Xingxing next to him again.

"Song Daochang has always taught you that when you see something wrong, you don't care about the environment and influence, and you just rush up and ask it directly?"

Yan Shixun's questioning voice was very calm, with almost no ups and downs in tone.

But Lu Xingxing just felt that he was ridiculed by Yan Shixun.

Lu Xingxing's face turned red immediately, and he stiffened his neck unwillingly: "Do you think I'm young and ignorant? I don't let any suspicious things go!"

"Oh, that's why you like to charge head-on." Yan Shixun looked indifferent, raised his hand and squeezed Lu Xingxing's arm in the gesture of picking up Lu Xingxing's collar.

The tentacle is a piece of soft flesh, not the hard and powerful feel of muscles at all.

Lu Xingxing looked at Yan Shixun who was close at hand, and the words that he wanted to ask Yan Shixun what he was doing were inexplicably stuck in his throat, but he himself looked more handsome and sharp on Yan Shixun's photo, full of oppression Underneath his face, his face was slowly burning red, and he opened his mouth like a dumb person. He didn't know what to say at all, and his brain was burned into a ball of paste.

"You are so small, can you fight?" Yan Shixun didn't respond to Guan Xingxing, but just glanced at him, and then he had a rough assessment of his fighting power.

He sneered at Lu Xingxing: "How did Master Song release you at ease? You are talented anyway, so you are not afraid of hurting a disciple by yourself?"

Although Lu Xingxing is not Song Yichang's closed disciple, he is the youngest.

Based on Yan Shixun's recent understanding of Daoist Song, this serious and meticulous Taoist still cherishes this youngest disciple very much, and he is quite like a normal person who loves his youngest son.

Lu Xingxing knew that he should refute Yan Shixun stubbornly at this time, but for some reason, he just stumbled and shouted "Yes, I want you to take care of it!", then turned his head and rushed to the program crew over there.

Yan Shixun: "? Why is he blushing?"

Although Yan Shixun was puzzled and didn't know what was going on with Lu Xingxing, but Ye Li standing behind him turned dark.

"Touch him." Ye Li asked Yan Shixun in a cold voice.

It's an inquiry, but it's more like a statement of fact.

And Yan Shixun actually had the illusion that this person seemed a little wronged?

Yan Shixun was disgusted by his own thoughts, he shivered a little, and then rolled his eyes at Ye Li: "That's called touching? What kind of eyes do you have?"

"Besides, what does it have to do with you?" Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li inexplicably, and walked towards An Nanyuan, who was not far away, who was desperately waving at him excitedly.

Tuliu Yeli stood alone in the middle of the empty living room, the incandescent lamp above had no warm light, illuminating his already pale and bloodless skin more like the texture of a statue.

Ye Li's thin lips were pursed into a line, looking at Yan Shixun's back going away, there was no warmth on his stern handsome face, it was frighteningly cold.

He felt that he seemed a little unhappy, and he really wanted Yan Shixun to stop touching others in the future.

But where does this sentiment come from?for what?

he does not know.

The conversation between Yan Shixun and everyone in the program group came from not far away, forming an echo in the empty space, superimposed layer upon layer, making it seem so empty and lonely.

And Ye Li stood alone in the empty living room, with a rare dazed look on his face.

……

An Nanyuan, who spent the night at a rural family's house for the first time, seemed very curious about everything here. From time to time, he had to ask a few questions to the young people beside him. When he saw the well in the backyard through the window, he greeted Yan Shi Xun motioned for him to come and see.

"Brother Yan, look, it turned out to be a well. This is the first time I have seen a well that can fetch water for drinking. It is amazing! I have seen it on TV before. How to operate this, do you need to throw a rope down to get water? ?”

An Nanyuan reached out to light the glass excitedly, and seemed to want to open the window and go to the backyard to see the well in person.

Yan Shixun glanced at the well outside the window, and snorted: "Don't look at the well at night, you can go tomorrow."

"Ah..." An Nanyuan, who originally wanted Yan Shixun to accompany him to visit, seemed a little disappointed, dragged out the ending, and looked at Yan Shixun eagerly.

The young man beside him who had been introducing An Nanyuan with a smile coughed awkwardly and said, "That well can't draw water, it's not a well."

Not a well, put it in the yard?

Yan Shixun frowned, his eyes shifted to the young man.

Because Yan Shixun's gaze brought too much oppression, the young man who had never met such a character subconsciously took a step back, and explained unconsciously: "This well is used for the town house, there must be no water, The master said that if there is water, it will be cloudy..."

Halfway through the speech, the young man suddenly realized that he seemed to have said too much, so he quickly covered his mouth and felt a little annoyed.He no longer cared about chatting with An Nanyuan, curiously asking about things in the city, hurriedly found a reason to say that he was going to help clean the room, and ran away.

An Nanyuan looked at the back of the young man running away, and muttered inexplicably: "Why are you running so fast? Is there a ghost chasing you?"

Yan Shixun raised his hand and opened the window, no longer blocked by glass, but looking directly at the well in the backyard.

Indeed, that was not a well.

With the help of the light shining from the room, Yan Shixun saw that the well was covered with a half-meter-thick well-killing stone, and the well was octagonal in shape, and the part above the ground was carved with different patterns on each side. There are many crossings drawn long and short on it, and there are many patterns that look like children's scribbled graffiti.

But Yan Shixun recognized at a glance that the eight sides of the well were built according to the gossip.Not only are gossip drawn on each side, but the graffiti-like patterns on it are actually spells.

Just from his current angle, the spells painted on the several surfaces are all different exorcising charms, exorcising ghosts, suppressing shocks, and Double Ninth Talismans...

It's not like the town house that young people say.

Rather, it deters ghosts.

Moreover, the well-killing stone with a thickness of half a meter is enough to reveal the intention of the builder.

——Don't let what is suppressed by the well run out of the well.

But what the young man said was right. If the well was really used to scare away ghosts, there must be no water.

If there is water, it is yin, and if yang is broken, ghosts cannot be shaken.

It's just... would most people keep a ghost town well in their yard?

And judging from this pattern and the gossip formation, the master who was invited by the village party secretary's family to build the town ghost well is a master with real skills.

so exhausting...

Yan Shixun frowned and looked at the well, thinking secretly, and had a guess in his heart.

——What did the village party secretary encounter before?Ghost, or something else?

Why are those young people unwilling to get married, and they still know about Yang Guang's affairs, so they take Yang Guang's affairs as a warning?

After all, I learned from the chat just now that the youngest of those young people was no more than 25 years old, and Yang Guang had fled the village with his wife nearly 30 years ago.Logically speaking, those young people had no chance to know about Yang Guang and his wife.

The village where Yang Guang’s wife Yang Hua’s family lived is very close to here. Those young people who said they didn’t want to get married and “harmed others and themselves” should be talking about what happened to Yang Hua’s family. The three female members were all arrested by the patriarch. Ordered to be buried alive.

Unless, something happened to Yang Guang and Yang Hua's family later, and it was so big that the young people who were born a few years later also knew about it.

Or, the middle-aged man called "Second Uncle" told them.

Yan Shixun remembered that Yang Guang mentioned that he returned to the village after Yang Hua settled down, and wanted to take Yang Hua's younger sister, Yang Duo, with him.For the sake of caution, Yang Guang did not go directly to Yang Hua's village, but found a friend in his own village to understand the situation first.At that time, that friend reacted very violently and was very clear about what happened to Yang Hua's family.

That being the case, then, could that "second uncle" be the friend that Yang Guang was looking for back then?

Yan Shixun took a last look at the well, and decided to turn out the window and take a closer look at the backyard.

At this moment, the young people who had been kicked out by the village party secretary to borrow quilts in the village also came back with their quilts in their arms, and the yard was full of loud laughter and loud conversations.

The village party secretary also came out of the kitchen with his wife carrying steaming meals.

"Let's have a meal first. Are you hungry after running around all the way?"

The village party secretary warmly greeted everyone in the program group, saying: "There is nothing delicious at home, that's all there is for now, but they are all grown in their own fields, and they have not been treated with pesticides. They just eat something green and fresh. Don't be disgusted with it." .”

Because there are many people in the program group, the container that the village party secretary took out to hold food was also very large. The pot was filled with boiled corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, etc. The wife of the village party secretary also put a pot full of vegetable soup on it. At the dining table, he greeted everyone in the program group heartily, without any sense of distance, it just made people feel as if they were back at home, relaxing and at ease when communicating with relatives at home.

When the guests saw the food, their eyes lit up.

"This one is good, it's green and healthy, and it's not fat."

Bai Shuang smiled and boasted: "I couldn't even buy these before. Since they are grown in my own home, they must be very green. It's great to have these."

The wife of the village party secretary was very happy to be praised sincerely by Bai Shuang. She smiled and said that since she liked it, she would take some more and put them in the car when she left. Delicious and crunchy.

After everyone in the program group came to the table, as soon as the food was eaten, many people's eyes lit up and they nodded wildly to each other.

"It's so sweet and delicious! It's really delicious!"

"Wow, it really is! I couldn't buy this flavor before, it's really delicious."

Seeing everyone cheering, the village party secretary was also very happy.

After he greeted everyone in the program group to the table, he turned around and asked the young and middle-aged men who were holding the quilts to take the quilts to the upstairs room and put them away.

Looks very hospitable.

Among all the bustle, only Yan Shixun's eyes remained calm, as if he was alienated from the matter.

When everyone in the program group was laughing and chatting in the living room, no one noticed that Yan Shixun had quietly left the living room at some point.

He went upstairs without making a sound, found the middle-aged man's room according to the location he had judged from the sound he heard, and knocked on the door.

On the door of the middle-aged man's room was a string of glass beads strung together with a red string. Judging from the faded and worn condition of the red string, it could be seen that this hanging ornament should have been around for some time.And looking at the style, it looks like the kind of hanging ornaments that would be sold in rural fairs and temple fairs many years ago.

There are still words in the glass beads, Yan Shixun carefully identified it, it should be "light", "flower", "letter"...

Before Yan Shixun could recognize them all, the door was opened from the inside.

The glass beads on the pendant hit the door, making the same sound as what Yan Shixun had heard before.

"Yang Tu? Is this what happened just now? You even made a special trip here, oh, no, Second Uncle is not sad. Next time, don't casually talk about your Uncle Yang Guang in front of outsiders. It's fine at home. If other people or people in the village hear it, it will not be good, so don't trust the villagers so much..."

While the middle-aged man opened the door, his eyes were still slowly turning from the TV in the room. Before he could see who was outside the door, he said to himself, with the same tone as when he was downstairs just now. Different kind of gentleness, like the earnestness and sincerity when facing the juniors.

And when the middle-aged man finally turned his gaze around and saw clearly that the person standing outside the door was a stranger, he immediately paused and looked at Yan Shixun in a daze.

It took him a while to realize from Yan Shixun's appearance and clothes that he should be someone from the show crew.

"Sorry, I thought it was my nephew who came to see me just now. Did you not find a room? I'll take you there." The middle-aged man quickly changed the subject, trying to cover up his slip of the tongue.

Yan Shixun said flatly, "Yang Guang."

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

Yan Shixun's slender fingers brushed over the hanging decoration on the door, making a crisp sound.

He lowered his eyes and smiled lowly: "I know Yang Guang, and I've heard Yang Guang talk about you. He said that you are his most trusted friend, a life-and-death friend."

The owner of the breakfast shop is not familiar with him, but from the owner's narration and the middle-aged man's previous reaction, he guessed that the relationship between the two should have been very good back then.Otherwise, when the owner of the breakfast shop ran back to the village at the risk, he would not have gone home but found a friend first.

If you want to get news from a stranger, build a bridge between the two of you so that the stranger can trust you.Moreover, put a label on the other party first, making it difficult for the other party to refuse.

The middle-aged man's face was a bit on guard, his mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

"You don't want to know how Yang Guang is doing now?"

Yan Shixun looked up at the middle-aged man, and could clearly see the wavering in the man's eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at Yan Shixun with a complicated expression. After a long time, he still sighed and stepped aside to open the door: "Come in and say that it's not safe outside."