[Marshmallow] was supposed to follow Maosheng. But being entangled by the two cubs of Jin Ye and Huaiyu, he really couldn't get out of his body, he could only look at Zhong'er's back and sigh.

Feng'er took Zhong'er and walked straight into the courtyard of Zhenshu's house. The small courtyard was neatly cleaned up, and there wasn't even a single weed on the ground. The two of them greeted each other as they pushed the door open and broke into the hall. Listening to the sound of "bang", an enamel jar for making tea and drinking water rolled down to the floor of the house, startling the two of them. In the house, there are Zhenshu women, the four seasons and a few people on the winter solstice. Thinking about what kind of whispering the family was talking to, they were frightened by the two Feng'er breaking in, and the enamel jar that Dong Solstice held in his hand to drink water and warm his hands involuntarily slipped to the ground. The family was stunned for a moment, and suddenly woke up. The family was busy greeting, looking for stools, pouring tea, and asking for warmth. It seems that they are trying their best to hide the embarrassment and panic just now.

Feng'er saw that it was her own arrival that disturbed the family's conversation. She said embarrassedly, I'm an anxious child, and I don't care about everything I do. I wanted to come to the uncle to talk about something, so I just broke in.

Four seasons hurriedly said, nothing, nothing. A few of my girls are also idle, and they are talking nonsense.

The winter solstice continued, and my grandfather was not at home. Yesterday, he went to the county seat with Xia Zhi, and he hasn't returned yet.

Lan Xiang hurriedly scolded him, this cub is just talking nonsense. The two of them went to the county seat, taking advantage of the fact that they were okay during the New Year's Festival, and went to the mountains to go to relatives. It is estimated that tomorrow's child will be back. After that, she also glanced at the winter solstice fiercely.

The winter solstice also hurriedly changed his words, yes, it's time to go to kiss. I'm wrong.

Feng'er didn't go to her heart either. She took a few sips of water and said that when the uncle came back, she would come to him again, and she wanted to trouble him a little on business. With that, she stood up and walked out of the room first.

Walking on the street, Zhong Er also asked Feng'er strangely why his family was mysterious, as if there was something to be feared that people would know.

Feng'er replied, don't take care of other people's affairs. Who's not hiding anything yet? You can't keep the scum at all, and tell people all over the streets.

Zhong Er muttered, too. This is called the right of the individual, and it must not be infringed upon by anyone.

Feng'er made fun of him for being knowledgeable, and a pouting of his lips was a string of new terms, which was amazing.

The two of them traveled around for a morning, and although they also learned some things, they were too fragmented to form a system outline. There are some strange legends, which are simply nonsense to scare disobedient babies and cubs, and there is not even a trace of ghosts. Zhong'er said dejectedly, what kind of information is this? When I lay in bed and couldn't sleep, I made up more wonderful things than this. Feng'er was also not very satisfied. She said, let's not be too discouraged, we have already broken the way. Collect it slowly and organize it carefully.

In the afternoon, they went to Jin Lian's house.

Maosheng once strongly encouraged Zhong'er to go to Jin Lian to talk, saying that she had all kinds of magical powers, and if she could know for 500 years and 300 years, she would definitely be useful. Zhong'er believed Maosheng's words. He didn't go anywhere, so he dragged Feng'er towards Jin Lian's house on the high slope of the west stream of the village. Feng'er didn't want to go, so she asked Zhong'er to pull her along.

Although there are no weeds and rotten sticks in the courtyard of Jin Lian, there is a thin layer of stone powder attached to the walls on the ground, which looks old and dilapidated. The same is true on the walls of the house, which look disgraced. The offering table that greeted the door was still the same one, but it was wiped clean. I think it's the result of Jin Lian's idleness, so she wiped it casually. In this way, she can barely keep this pure land in her family yard, and it has not been polluted by the pervasive fine dust.

On the offering table there is an incense burner and several white porcelain plates containing offerings such as chestnuts, apples, bananas, and preserved fruits, which are lined up on the table. The three incense sticks that had just been lit were rising with a waflicking green smoke. They were entangled in mid-air, tangled with each other, circling, and then faintly dispersed, disappearing without a trace. The room was filled with a strong aroma, the strange smell that hit the brain and stung the eyes.

In front of the offering table is a large square table, which is called the Eight Immortals of the Eight Immortals that are necessary for every household. It was also wiped clean, showing the owner's cleanliness habits. On the table was a long wooden plank, covered with cigarette ash foam, gray and white. On the edge of the wooden plank, there are many scorch marks, which should be burned by cigarette butts. Under the table was an iron basin containing half a basin of soot cigarette butts. I think the cigarette butts were all burned off the wooden board on the tabletop and cleaned up, giving off a choking smell. Due to the long fumigation of incense and cigarettes, the ceiling and walls of the house appear gray. Coupled with the adhesion of the stone powder that constantly invaded the face, the whole house became more and more old and desolate, and the more it looked old and gray.

In the stone yard not far behind the house, the rumbling roar of machinery pierced through the walls of doors and windows, reverberating unscrupulously in the house, hitting everyone's ear drums and stirring people's minds. To say something, the people in the room must open their voices and talk loudly. It looked like a street fight. --13938+d4z5+3784586-->