Sometimes, the villagers even sighed that the child was stupid. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because he was stupid, he didn't know the fact that he was abandoned, so he still had hope, and he didn't have a heart of resentment.

Many times, people envy those who have hope, even if it is just a false illusion.

It is better to have hope than to despair.

Therefore, apart from sighing, sympathy, and helping as much as they could, the villagers never told the children about the cruel truth. Occasionally, there are those who can't stand it, and the child can't understand it if I mention it euphemistically.

So, over time, people avoided the topic.

Let him wait—

It's good to have a thought in your heart.

This is two years that have flown by.

Except for those heartless children, no one bothered him.

And because the boy could not remember his name, the villagers kept calling him fools.

The little third son's father didn't expect that a fool would say his name today. Did he think of something? Thinking of this, the eyes of the little third son's father lit up: This is really a rare thing.

The fool didn't answer, and stubbornly repeated: "My name is Ah Ye." ”

"Isn't it good to call a fool?"

The little third son's father was not sure if the fool was suddenly not stupid, so he asked tentatively.

"Not good. ”

Remembering what the woman said that day, the fool shook his head and repeated again: "My name is Ah Ye." ”

The word "bad" has a different meaning in the ears of the little third son's father. He was surprised in his heart, this fool really suddenly opened up and was not stupid, and finally woke up after being called a fool for two years. At that moment, the little third son's father looked at the fool with a little burning eyes.

A fool who has been stupid for several years is not stupid, isn't it that God has finally opened his eyes when he was moved by his sincerity?

"Ah Ye, let me ask you, where does your family live?"

The little third son's father was not busy hoeing grass in the morning, so he continued to ask.

Maybe it was the performance of the little third son's father who changed his name from kindness to flow that moved Ah Ye, maybe it was because the two started talking before, so this time, Ah Ye didn't ignore people.

He pondered for a moment, shook his head, but did not turn his body to look at the entrance of the village, which he had done before when he didn't want to pay attention to people, or when he had a question he didn't want to answer.

"What's your last name?"

The little third son's father continued to ask.

"Ah Ye. ”

This road is not working, and the father of the third son has changed his question.

"Do you remember what the house you used to live in was like, a thatched hut or a tiled one?"

Ah Ye shook his head.

The little third son's father was confused when he heard this, since he didn't remember the past, how could he just think of a name? Is this continuing to be stupid, or is he half stupid and half stupid?

I thought that the fool was suddenly not stupid, but after a conversation, the little third son's father found that he was still a little naïve in it. I guess I remembered some sporadically, or was it stupid.

The little third father shook his head, carried a hoe, and walked towards his home in the early morning sun.

Gotta speed up--, or I'm going to be unable to hoe it anymore

Outside the ancestral hall in the east of the village, there is a tiled house.

Although Nawa is not new and there are still a few weeds, this does not hinder the grandeur of the tile house.

Old Man Yu sat under the mulberry tree in front of the tile house, squinting at Xiaofang Village.

In front of him was the land where his ancestors had lived for generations, and he was very familiar with every grass and tree. Which family's two families had two sentences last night, which family's hen laid a litter of chicken cubs, and even what each family planted on a few acres and three points of land.

It was a place where there were no secrets for him, and it was a place where he had lived all his life, and where his ancestors had lived for generations.

He sat under the luxuriant mulberry trees, looking at his village, and the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall behind him was also looking at him.

Old Man Yu even had such a ridiculous idea: Perhaps, in a few years, the next generation of village chiefs will also be like him, sitting here looking at Xiaofang Village, and at that time, he will turn into a dark plank, stand with his ancestors, and look at the new village chief and Xiaofang Village just like today's ancestors look at him.

Cyan smoke came out of his shaky mouth and quickly disappeared into thin air.

When the green fog cleared, an unfamiliar figure appeared on the path in front of the door.

It was the only one in Xiaofang Village that he couldn't solve.

This mystery appeared half a month ago, and so far, there is no sign of solving it.

Where did she come from.

Why did you settle in Xiaofang Village?

What she wanted to do.

Why do you choose to live alone in the mountains?

And, why did she do such a thing?

The herbal tea was served, and the purple-red mulberries that had been washed were also served.

Old Man Yu took the sack of burlap in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Many villagers call her "sir", and Mr. Yu is also very grateful for everything she does, such as treating people's diseases, helping people solve problems, and opening a school. However, he was sober.

He didn't fully trust this foreigner, even if she was so unearthly and impeccable.

Old Man Yu has been asking himself a question repeatedly in his heart: Why?

Yes and why?

Why did she do all this?

Old Man Yu couldn't figure it out.

And because of this incomprehensible and repeated why, he is the most sober of all. When the fourth master, who had lived in the city for more than ten years and had a wide range of knowledge, was confused by this foreign woman, he still insisted on not wavering.

In the old man's opinion, this young foreigner woman is good, but she is a little too good. Therefore, it makes people a little relieved.

For example, today's emergency medicine bag contains some medicinal materials for headaches and brain fever, which are excellent for emergency use on weekdays.

But this medicine bag did not buy Old Man Yu, and he was still vigilant.

In the old man's opinion, the woman is not a sister-in-law, and it is really a little puzzling to do this.

Although he was puzzled, he was still not rude to the old man. He thanked the woman, asked the old woman to hang the herbs, and warmly invited the woman to taste the mulberries on his mulberry tree—the sun was shining this year, and the mulberries were very sweet.

The silver-haired woman didn't refuse, and Sven ate better.

Old man Yu accompanied him while carefully observing the woman in front of him.

But he observed, observed, and he didn't come up with a reason.

The mystery is still a mystery, and there is no sign that the clouds will be cleared.

Old Man Yu was not in a hurry, he had a hunch, thinking that maybe the fog would disperse a little today, so that he could get a glimpse of whether it was black, red or white under the fog.

Sure enough, the woman made her own request.

Old Man Yu was stunned for a moment.

Is that what she's for?

He was suddenly a little unsure, was this a conspiracy, or was he too old-fashioned and mean, so he spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?