Lin Yao asked directly, and Aunt Rong had no choice but to continue: "Their family ..... all died!" In the second year of Xiaoluo's death, her mother missed Xiaoluo too much, and her body was already very weak, so she couldn't survive three months and left. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xiaoluo's father, because of the continuous loss of his daughter and wife, depressed all day long, borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, just one night drunk on the way home, somehow fell into the pond and drowned, because it was at night, no one found the body. Early the next morning, Grandma Sun went down to the field and passed by the pond, and when she saw the floating corpse, she screamed in fright, fainted to the ground, and then fell ill in bed, and died within a few months. It was quite a sensation at the time. People are panicked, and if there is nothing important at night, they would rather stay at home and stay at home. I'm afraid that Xiaoluo and his family will not be separated, so they want to find a substitute. Therefore, at night, few people dared to come out of the village quietly, and there was no one in the streets and alleys. It wasn't until six months later that the situation improved. Seeing that nothing unusual had happened, the people in the village enlarged their hearts, and went out to do activities as usual at night, chatting at the door, and restoring the liveliness of the past. Aunt Rong stopped talking and didn't say more.

"I heard that the body of the little snail is buried in the ancient house of Shimomura. Because she was underage and unmarried, according to custom, she could not be buried in the cemetery in the back mountain, and her parents could only tearfully bury her body somewhere in the old house in Shimomura. Hey, there are too many rules, and it's quite tiring. Uncle Rong's voice trembled slightly, I don't know if it was because he hated this rigid rule too much or regretted what happened to Xiaoluo's family.

"Uncle Rong and Aunt Rong, do you recognize this bracelet?" Lin Yao suddenly remembered the red rope bracelet, and immediately took it out of his pocket and put it in front of Aunt Rong, so that she could see it clearly. But the result still disappointed him, and he saw that Uncle Rong and Aunt Rong looked at it for a long time, but they still shook their heads, saying that they didn't know. This makes the truth even more ambiguous.

I guess Lin Yao's mood at the moment is very anxious, from Aunt Rong's explanation, it seems that Lin Yao and Xiaoluo should be very good friends, that is, the so-called dead friends, I estimate that the relationship between the two of them is very good, but Lin Yao has no impression of this, so I know that Lin Yao should be very depressed in his heart. Perhaps his heart at this moment is like the heart-wrenching pain of a person who is about to lose his beloved, like a wound that has just been healed and torn open by someone, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear. Yes, we're just mere mortals after all. There was silence again. Lin Yao looked at the bracelet, and his complicated expression made me unable to understand the meaning. Lin Yaofa was stunned and stood still for a few seconds. We all know that it is useless to talk too much in this situation, so let him think about it by himself, and maybe he can come up with something. We just watched Lin Yao silently.

"Uncle Rong and Aunt Rong, do you have any photos of Xiaoluo?" After Bai Xuanzhi reminded him like this, Lin Yao's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of hope. I was also quite curious, my eyes widened, waiting for Aunt Rong's reply. Uncle Rong lowered his head and smoked, and the smoke slowly rose, turned into a wisp of white smoke, and dispersed. Aunt Rong's eyes were evading the question, she looked as if she was hiding something, it was just my personal intuition.

"Aunt Rong, things have come to this point, you might as well say it directly. Zhang Lin did not let go of the change in the expression on Aunt Rong's face, perhaps because of his occupational disease, he especially likes to pay attention to other people's expressions and actions, and he doesn't even want to let go of subtle changes. Everyone has their own attachments, and I think this is probably Zhang Lin's attachment.

Maybe it's because of the red and black who are close to Zhu, and I have gradually contracted this "bad problem" of liking to observe each other's expressions, is this the so-called natural law of gathering like and dividing things into groups? I saw Aunt Rong look at us, and her head nodded slightly, like a woodpecker gently pecking at the wood, as if hesitating, Aunt Rong whispered a warm and peaceful tone: "There is one, I keep it." ”

Lin Yao was anxious all of a sudden, jumped up and held Aunt Rong's hands, "Aunt Rong, please let us take a look." Aunt Rong did not object, but said hesitantly: "Yes, but you can't go back." Lin Yao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he still nodded in agreement. Immediately after, Aunt Rong got up and went out. Uncle Rong saw the confusion on our faces, he hesitated for a long time, and finally explained: "Don't blame my wife for being so nervous, since she lost her son, she can only look at the photo to comfort her injured heart, hey, bad luck, creation makes people, my wife has been wronged for a lifetime with me." I hope you can forgive her. ”

Zhang Lin shook his head and said: "Uncle Rong, don't worry, we didn't take it to heart, the pain of losing a child is really a tragic life, we are all from the past, and we also deeply understand the pain of losing our loved ones." Uncle Rong listened to Zhang Lin say this, and nodded reassuringly.

Lin Yao also hurriedly helped the round: "Uncle Rong, don't worry, I just want to see what the little snail looks like." Uncle Rong smiled faintly at Lin Yao, took out the tobacco, put it on the aluminum and copper bucket of the bamboo pipe, lit the match, and smoked the cigarette "poof".

After a while, Aunt Rong staggered in, holding a black and white photo in her hand. She put the photo in Lin Yao's hand, and the few of us gathered over and looked at the black and white photo. In the photo, a man and a woman are holding hands and smiling happily. The little girl's little face, although it is a black and white photo, still can't hide the little girl's delicate face, and the smile on her face looks very happy. The little boy standing next to him, those eyes knew at a glance that it was Lin Yao when he was a child, the little boy opened his mouth wide and smirked, I began to understand why Lin Yao's milk name was called Xiao Stunned, I see!

Aunt Rong whispered softly with a little doting child: "Lin Yao was quiet when he was young, and he wasn't very noisy, he slept until dawn, and he didn't toss people like other children in the middle of the night, especially easy to bring, I ....." Before Aunt Rong could finish speaking, Uncle Rong coughed a few times and gave Aunt Rong a look, but she suddenly stopped talking and didn't say any more.

We all looked at the photos, and we didn't notice this scene at all, but Bai Xuanzhi caught a glimpse of Uncle Rong's slightly panicked expression out of the corner of his eyes, and Aunt Rong's eyes showed a hint of nervousness when she received Uncle Rong's warning, all of which were seen by Bai Xuanzhi. Bai Xuanzhi couldn't help frowning, although he didn't say anything, but at the moment he was thinking in his mind. I always feel that they still have some unknown secrets hidden in their hearts, and they have no intention of confessing to us at all.