Himemoto's interpretation

The detectives have been rambunctious about her recently, probably because of the influence of the technical foreign aid, or the technical foreign aid was influenced by her. In a sense, the two people have a kind of condescending sympathy for each other.

But a detective being a detective is sure to be able to tell the difference between an upright man and a hopping rabbit.

So the detective must have been joking with words.

After reasoning, Xingqi asked: "The rabbit knows that and that, what about people?"

The detective didn't answer.

Xingqi asked again, and then pricked up her ears.

The detective's breathing could not be heard in a suffocating warm air current.

So the day ended when Xingqi asked for the second time, "Will anyone know?"

After the cock crowed three times, when she heard the sound of the car door closing downstairs, Xingqi woke up from the nightmare, fumbled to put on her clothes, and sneaked against the wall and went downstairs.

Uncle Wang was smoking outside the car, seeing Xingqi, he raised his hand to hold the cigarette at her, and the two of them kept silent in a tacit understanding.

After smoking, Uncle Wang went to the car to get the lunch box.

"This one belongs to Missy and you, and this one belongs to Missy and the others. Would you like to bring it for them?"

Xingqi withdrew her hand abruptly as if she had been burned, "Ha Xiao... I'd better wait for them to come down by themselves every year."

Uncle Wang didn't say much, and put the lunch box back in the incubator, thinking to himself that Master Xiaoshang was scared by the second lady.

Xingqi is really afraid of Ha Xiaoer.

She was so afraid that if the window couldn't be opened, she would go up and down the window directly to avoid the one in ten thousand chance of running into Ha Xiaoer.

There is no other reason, she had a dream of giving birth to a baby overnight, gave birth to chickens and rabbits, and a very cute little doll, who bent her eyes and smiled at her when she was born.

However, just before the sound of closing the car door awakened her, all the baby chickens, bunnies, and humans sat in a row, raised their heads and shouted "Master" in unison.

It's all Ha Xiaoer.

Xingqi was startled.

"There." The old director of the Huai'an Town Police Station pointed a cigarette stick at the brick house on the slope, "Hu's house."

A puff of earthy smoke wafted in the wind, and Xingqi choked and coughed, only then did she realize that the sky was bright and she had arrived at Mengping Village.

She only had a vague memory of what happened in the middle, probably when the detective told her to go to Hu Xingjun's hometown during breakfast, and then went to the police station to find the old director to lead the way, and then went all the way to Mengping Village without a word.

In Xingqi's mind, there are countless "masters" of Ha Xiaoer.

The nightmare is lingering, but one thing is strange to her. Since all these Ha Xiaoer in the dream were born by her, why do you call her "Master" instead of "Mom"?

"Old man Hu is gone, the two children are gone, and there is no one to clean up here."

Dead vines covered half of the brick wall, and some of them grew tender green leaves. A few strips of cloth were used as a cordon around the half-opened fence gate.Most of the people staying in the countryside are old neighbors who have known each other for decades. The folk customs are simple, and the fences are erected to prevent the domestic livestock and poultry from slipping out at night.

The fence encloses the lush weeds in the garden, allowing them to climb into the main room.

"The two grandsons of old man Hu are very competitive. The older one is in a public unit, and the younger one was the top student in Huaicheng in the senior high school entrance examination the year before last! I heard that the best middle school in Haicheng was leaving for her. The teachers said that the little girl is a student. It is expected that he will go to Yanjing in the future. Yanjing, hehe." The old director gave a thumbs up, "Yanda and Jinghua!"

The old director's tone was full of pride, and he took another big drag on his cigarette.

Before he could breathe out, the detective pushed aside the seal of the fence gate and entered the courtyard first, followed by Xingqi.

The detective didn't seem to have any intention of protecting the scene, and took one step at a time. When they reached the door, Xingqi looked back and saw two rows of particularly clear footprints on the ground, interspersed between two rows of vaguely curved shoe soles.

Without her, she followed in the detective's footsteps.

The old director picked up a stone to extinguish the fireworks, and also shook it into the yard.

The opposite door of the old house is the main room, and the left and right wing rooms behind the door.There is a black and white photo of the old man hanging on the wall at the door of the left wing room, and below it is a square altar with an incense burner and some fresh fruits.

"It's like this here. The old people in the family have left, and the children are promising outside. Most of them don't want to come back. Don't look at Xiaojun's young age and quick thinking. His brain at that time was also Yanjing's. Material. Look! Old man Hu has the most family letters in our ten miles and eight villages."

The head of the old office entered the right wing room, and took a cigarette stick to push open the dusty wooden window.

There are two bookshelves full of books against the wall opposite the door, and they are stuck on the rammed earth. The desk in the middle is guarded left and right like a mighty general.

In addition to the imprint stepped on by the old director, there are also a few rows of messy footprints. The shoe size is quite large and the shading is curved.

Xingqi seemed to see a tall and tall little fair-faced man walking around in the east wing, walking to the window for a while, and walking to the bookshelf for a while, as if he was rummaging for something.

The room had a faint smell of moth balls, but it couldn't hide the damp and moldy smell. Xingqi saw the fungus growing on the desk legs and small mushrooms inside.

Following the detective to the wall opposite the window from the bookshelf, Xingqi was speechless.

A wall of awards, large and small, with a golden background and red patterns: the first prize in the Huaicheng Nature Competition, the gold medal in the mathematics competition, the three good students, the outstanding class leaders...the names are all Hu Yixuan.

The person who pasted the certificate was extremely careful, wrapped it in plastic film, and pasted it on the wall with double-sided tape, close to the top of the beam, and there was a hook with plastic paper hanging on it.

More than half of the plastic paper was torn off, but it should have been in the past two days, because there was almost no dust on the award certificate, it was clean, and it was out of place with this abandoned and dilapidated hut.

"Old man Hu and Xiaojun are precious little girls. Every time they win an award, they shout around the town with a loudspeaker, for fear that others will not know that his family Xuanxuan has won an award again. I'm not lying, you can ask Ask, everyone here knows what award Xiaoxuan won in which year and semester. We have produced talents here, not many like Xuanxuan. The only ones who are full of noise are the old man Hu and his grandson."

"When the Hu family had an accident, we also said that the two children had a hard life and lost their parents when they were young. But there is old man Hu. Old man Hu's daughter-in-law—the mother of the two babies—is from Huaicheng, come to us As a support teacher, because their mother is a female scholar, the old man Hu paid special attention to the reading of the two children when they were young. Hey, I heard that Xiaojun went to Haicheng, and he worked hard to get into a unit full of books. The child likes to read books. , I like it very much, the fertilizers and pesticides we buy, he has to read every word written on the package one by one."

Speaking of this, the old director rubbed his face and scalp, "Why did you come back? Okay, why are you coming back. What are you doing here?"

It was fine if he didn't rub his head, but when he rubbed his head, looking at the dander and dust floating in the light, Xingqi couldn't help it anymore, covered her face with her hands and sneezed loudly.

The detective was right next to her. In order to avoid hurting her, Xingqi deliberately turned her back, but the movement was too large, and the rabbit's tail swiped across the detective's face firmly.

"You, get out." The detective with blue veins and red marks on his fair forehead paused every word.

Xingqi left the right wing with tears in her eyes, poked her head in worriedly, and happened to meet the detective's gloomy eyes.

"I'm sorry." Xingqi apologized and rushed into the left wing room.

The detective told her to go out, but didn't say that she would not be allowed to go to another room.

There are two wooden beds in the left wing room, a simple chest of drawers in the middle, and a three-drawer table covered with glass under the window.

The yellow paint on the table has been damaged over the years, revealing the cracked wood underneath. What is strange is that there is a small lock hanging on the right drawer.

Xingqi stared at Xiaosuo for a long time, her palms itching.

Glancing back, the old director was holding up the cigarette pole and chattering here and there. It seemed that the detective couldn't pay attention to this side for a while. She took out the gloves from her pocket, took off the hairpin and poked at the keyhole.

"Click."

The lock snapped open.

"Hu Xingjun has also won many awards. From the school, from the city, and from the province." Xingqi sniffed, because the old house was too dusty and moldy, and when she came out, she always felt that a lot of dirt was in her nose. "Until the third year of junior high school. , a thick stack, neatly placed in the drawer."

She concealed the fact that the drawer was locked.

The detective came out of the left wing and said, "It's time to go back." Xingqi had just finished looking through the things in the drawer.

The old director wiped his tears and said that he would help clean up and let them go back to the town first.

"Hu Xingjun also won the first prize in the provincial composition competition twice." Xingqi babbled, "once in the elementary school group and once in the junior high school group. He also published articles in magazines."

A photo of Hu Xingjun winning the award was included in the magazine. He was a plainly dressed but bright-eyed young boy with crooked eyes, holding the trophy in his right hand and making a "V" sign of victory with his left.

"Why did he come back?" Xingqi asked.

With trembling voice, he sniffed again.

Today's weather is very good, the sky in the mountains is very blue, the breeze is light, the clothes are not too thick, the sun is shining down, the temperature is suitable, but the mind is dizzy and can't lift up.

Hu Xingjun collapsed on the way back to town.

From Mengping Village to the center of the town, there is only this road they are taking now.

On the dirt roads in the countryside, countless deep and shallow ravines intersect each other, and Hu Xingjun's footprints are definitely not visible.

Ke Xingqi seemed to have his figure appearing in front of her eyes.

The young boy with a natural smile left the old house and stumbled on the dirt road. There were also three little girls in the town who flinched when they couldn't access the Internet on their mobile phones.Even though he was heartless, even though he talked and asked to give him money, he obediently waited for him to go back.

Xingqi slowed down and asked, "Where is he...that?"

The detective sighed silently, pinched the rabbit's ears, "We're not going there."

"Is there another way?"

"Didn't I take you around the field in the morning, don't you remember?"

Xingqi said "ah" in a daze, and stretched her neck to look at the undulating hillside ahead.

"I know you're afraid." Xu Shi walked away in a hurry, the detective took off his tie and handed it to the assistant, then unbuttoned his shirt, "I said I'm not afraid, I slipped faster than anyone else."

Holding the tie, Xingqi touched her with the back of her hand, "Let's walk, no need to wrap around."

It's not that I was provoked by the detective, but I felt that it was too late to go around, "Have you notified my sister?"

"Annoying!"

The ears suddenly became hot again.

Xingqi sticks out her tongue at the detective's suddenly advancing figure, it seems that she hasn't notified her yet.

Although she said in her heart that she was too timid to go on the road, when the detective stopped in front of an old willow tree, pointed to the ground with a small trace of vomit and said, "This is the place", Xingqi was still determined. He turned his back on the old willow tree.

And he yelled "Don't watch" twice in a very hopeless manner.

After shouting, I squatted down, and the sigh of the old director kept echoing in my ears, "Why did you come back?"

I don't understand.

Hu Xingjun himself works two jobs in Haicheng, and his younger sister is also studying in Haicheng. He hasn't been back for two years after his grandfather passed away. Why did he come back suddenly?

But died in Huangquan the next day.

Xingqi rubbed her nose, feeling a little feathery weight on her back.

She could feel the shape of a hand. First, she patted the middle of the shoulder blades lightly, and then stroked along the spine, occasionally poking twice, as if expressing "I'm so timid".

"Maybe, it's for something he thinks is very important." But the tone of the person beside him was unexpectedly soft, and the warm spring breeze was blowing on his ears, "It's very important, something that can be seen and touched."

Xingqi suddenly thought of something, jumped out immediately, held her breath and ran hundreds of meters away on the concrete road.

The detective watched for no reason as the assistant climbed up the red brick wall two to three meters high by the side of the road. Before she could get up and catch up, the rabbit jumped back.

"You..." Xingqi took a breath, looked into the detective's eyes, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you want me to give birth to you?"