Because the Qin family's old mansion has not been inhabited for many years, the things inside are broken and rotten.

The things were left behind by Qin Fan's parents when they went north, and they were not very valuable, just some daily necessities.

After Li Yuxiang and his wife bought the old mansion, they have never lived in it, and they naturally don't like the things in it.

After buying the old house again, Qin Fan asked Yao Xin to take back the daily necessities that could be used a little bit.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the old mansion, and there was an old creaking sound between the cracks in the door.

"I haven't been out of the house since I was injured, and your house hasn't been inhabited for years. Yao Qing sighed.

Looking at the Qin family's courtyard that appeared in front of him, his eyes were full of desolation, and the weeds in the courtyard were all bulldozed by Aunt He and them with hoes before.

Those people were very active, and spread the grass ash left by cooking at home in the yard, which looked clean and refreshing at the moment.

"It's good that no one lives there, so that the traces of my parents' residence have not been destroyed much. Qin Fan said with a smile.

There was a lock in front of the gate of the yard, the lock was still left by his parents, and the people in the village were thrifty, as long as the things could be used, they would never dislike it, and Li Yuxiang's two children would be on it.

Qin Fan turned around and closed the courtyard gate of the Qin family's old mansion, held Yao Qing's wheelchair in his arms with all his hands, and moved vigorously across the threshold.

There were people living in the house a few days ago, and there was no old smell in the air like the one Qin Fan had smelled when he came back.

When Aunt He and the others left, they closed all the doors and windows, and Qin Fan asked Yao Qing to sit in the house, while he wanted to open the windows to breathe.

"Wait, your house is leaning against the back mountain, it's very cool these days, there is running water everywhere, I feel chills all over my body when I sit in the hall, or you will move me to the second floor?"

Seeing that Qin Fan was about to open the window to breathe, Yao Qing hurriedly stopped him.

Yao Qing tightened the cotton blanket he was covering, which Jin Ju covered him with when he was about to leave, although the range of his movements was not too large, but it was okay to hook the blanket.

Looking at his appearance, Qin Fan also felt a little confused, he didn't say anything at the moment, and suddenly carried him into the living room on the second floor with a wheelchair.

"Uncle, there were people living in this house a few days ago, and it was quite clean, so I will open the windows first and open all the places in the house that should be open. ”

After settling Yao Qing down, Qin Fan pulled his legs and was about to go to the first floor.

He is tall and strong, and it stands to reason that his voice will not be small when he walks, but because Qin Fan has been living in the mountains many years ago, he has developed the ability to land on the soles of his front feet.

He walked silently, his whole body as light as a cat, and he rarely made much movement.

When he walked out of the living room on the second floor to the side of the stairs, Qin Fan deliberately stepped heavily on his steps, and then went all the way to the first floor.

It is true that their house is built against the mountain, but Sanshi Village, which is in winter, is the kind of place that exudes a cool atmosphere from the inside out, and the flowing water on the mountain will not come down at this season.

Qin Fan could see that Yao Qing was the kind of person who was afraid of the cold, but just because he was so excited on the road just now, he wouldn't be so cold so fast.

On the first floor, there are many places to open windows for ventilation, in addition to the two transepts, there is also a warehouse kitchen, and a place to pile thatch in the backyard of their house.

If the windows of these rooms are closed for a long time, they will emit the pungent smell of rot before spring.

Because someone lived in it a few days ago, the moisture in the house was okay, looking at the firewood that Aunt He and they didn't burn because they were cooking, Qin Fan directly picked up the things in the backyard, planning to burn them clean and drive the house away by the way.

Just as he got up to work and was about to light the fire, he suddenly heard a crisp crackling sound from the wooden floor on the second floor.

It sounded like something straight had hit the floor, snapping, like a plank, like a flat box.

I thought that Yao Qing had touched something, but he couldn't hold it in his hands.

Qin Fan stood in the open space in the backyard and shouted to the second floor: "Uncle Qing, are you okay?"

Immediately, Yao Qing's reply came from the second floor.

"It's okay, the wheelchair handle just accidentally knocked off the books on your bookshelf, you should be busy first. ”

Two stories apart, there was an unopened window, and Yao Qing's voice sounded a little indistinct.

Qin Fan didn't think about it, knowing that even if he wanted to turn something out of the Qin family's old house, he wouldn't move so fast.

After such an episode, he put his heart in his stomach, and carried all the firewood to the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a layer of iron sheets, so that they could burn to the fullest, and the sparks were not enough to float anywhere else.

The firelight in the courtyard burned Qin Fan's entire face, and his burning eyes were beating sparks.

There was no major movement from upstairs, and after waiting for a while, Qin Fan suddenly stood up and began to walk lightly towards the second floor.

The construction of the second floor of their Qin family's old mansion is very simple, with two bedrooms, a study, and a small living room.

When he was young, he didn't like to study, and he only knew how to go down to the fields to fish with the children in the village and dig out bird eggs on the trees.

The most in the study is not his own books, but his father Qin Shan's medical books, even though Qin Shan is in a small mountain village, he always remembers the idea of learning.

Qin Shan's medical books alone fill the entire shelf, in addition to various handwritten manuscripts left by him when he was practicing medicine and healing, as well as miscellaneous souvenirs at home.

When Qin Fan walked to the stairs on the second floor, he saw that Yao Qing had already pushed the wheelchair to his study.

He sat in a wheelchair, looking down and not knowing what he was looking at, and there was a row of gaps in the bookshelf in front of him.

Qin Fan stood there, looking at Yao Qing fixedly with his two eyes, and Yao Qing didn't seem to notice the straight gaze behind him, he just kept lowering his head.

In the open space of the row of bookshelves in front of him was an iron box, which was not too big, only the size of a palm.

The box was now ajar, the lid was spread out beside it, and Qin Fan couldn't see what Yao Qing had taken out of it.

He wanted to stand here and look twice to see what the doorway was coming from, when the firewood burning downstairs suddenly burst into a crackling sound.

The sound was like electricity, hitting Yao Qing and making him shake all over.