We chatted, Ah Xiang, the little wife of this local boy, brought some food, I couldn't name it, but I smelled it and asked good.

"Have you walked the road to the southwest?" I asked casually, but I was desperate to get some more specific information.

From the information in my memory, I knew that eighty percent of the terrible things that happened on that road were due to the shadows in those photos. "Walking through, there will be wild dendrobiums on that road, and I have led the expedition team before."

Dendrobium is a good thing, I remember that this is a very miraculous Chinese medicine, if it is for this medicine, it is normal to come to the expedition. Looking around, I did find a photo of him and the expedition team, and there was also a photo of Dendrobium in it.

Lao Jin seemed to have found some business opportunity from our discussion of Dendrobium, put down the bowl and came closer to look at the group photos.

After a while, Lao Jin suddenly came to pull me, and kept blinking and gesturing, realizing that I was looking at the pictures hanging on the wall.

He pointed to one of them with his chin and said, "Hey, is it familiar?" ”

It was an old photograph with some yellowing around the edges, apparently oxidizing from long-term exposure to the air and not being well protected. It has the same background as the photos I showed to Lao Jin before. However, unlike the previous landscapes used for documentation, this is clearly a portrait-based photograph. What surprised me was not the lying rock statue that Lao Jin was shocked by, but one of them I knew, that was Xiaoyu's face!

The whisper inside was very young, still habitually expressionless, and there was another young man standing next to him, very handsome, very sunny, wearing Qiang costumes.

What's going on? How did Xiaoyu's photo appear here? And the young man, although his face was not at all popular, but his body was still somewhat familiar, and I had a hunch that I had seen him, but it gave me a very strange feeling.

"When was this photo taken?" I asked the young man, and he turned his head and talked to Ah Xiang in his hometown dialect, and then replied, "This one was several years ago, I can't remember the specifics." While speaking, he glanced at Ah Xiang again, but Ah Xiang was lowering his head to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then he pointed to the small whisper: "The one on the left is the expedition team, and he has a good relationship with Tuoba Ah Lang." Brother Alang later married the girl on their team, and the wedding was held in our department, and I still remember that sister was petite and very cute. ”

A couple of years ago, at the wedding, I was almost jumping, what the hell was going on? I gradually accepted all kinds of strange phenomena in Xiaoyu, and the young man highlighted from these descriptions made me feel more and more that it was the key to the turning point of the matter, "What happened later? I quickly asked.

"And then you left? Brother Alang didn't contact us anymore. "The lad was a little dazed by my eagerness. Lao Jin looked like a complete outsider, and interjected while picking his teeth, "I said, what is the relationship between you and this Tuoba Alang?" What are you doing in the house with this picture of him? He was sensitive to the fact that there were things he didn't know about but that might be important, but he was curious in a clever way. The questions don't seem deliberate, but they allow him to gather clues as to why I care.

Indeed, I can't refuse such a question, and that's what I want to know.

The young man seemed to be a little taboo about mentioning this matter to outsiders, but the source of the taboo was the woman named Ah Xiang.

I took a few careful glances, dressed and behaved, they were just ordinary minority women, with a plateau red on their faces, dark complexion, nothing special.

"We outsiders like to listen to stories, and we are open to say, a lot of your flowers." The second master understands the rules very well, and when he raises money, things are much easier.

Maybe he doesn't know why these outsiders are so interested in other people's family affairs, and most of them are men who don't seem to be so gossipy, but they will never get along with money. This time he took the money, his waist was stiff, and he no longer looked at Ah Xiang. Ah Xiang didn't care about her husband's neglect, and walked out silently after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

It happened in the year when the young man had just graduated from high school, and I didn't ask his name, but it was too cumbersome to call him a young man, which was not conducive to the narration of the next story, so I simply called him A.

A's grandfather was still alive at the time and was living with A. The village is located in the middle of nowhere, and few people come, and they are tourists, not to mention a few student delegations led by doctoral supervisors. In the small village, almost all the villagers knew that their big house had entertained intellectuals from the big city, and A felt very proud, even though this pride seemed unreasonable to those of us.