Once the most literate person in Qinglong Village, and the most promising person in the whole village, now he has become a fool spurned by everyone in the village, and this fool just guards that yard every day, guarding those few wild flowers like a demon, at most he goes up the mountain, and often does not come back all day after going up the mountain.

Everyone in the village was hooked by the fox spirit on the mountain, and even more so, the dead and unconscious Zhao Xuemei is the fox spirit, but no one dares to mention Zhao Kuangchao, a ruthless calf who has disappeared for two years, and it seems that the whole village is very taboo about this name.

Uncle Dao is sitting in the courtyard at the moment, walking like Zhao Kuangran, when the heart-rending thing walks over, some people choose to forget, some people choose to remember more firmly, no one can tell whether the former is ruthless or the latter is stupid.

Touching the scene, these four words are like a tight spell on Sun Wukong's head, firmly on Zhao Kuangran's head, every time he is a few minutes closer to this courtyard, Zhao Kuangchao feels that his heart seems to jump out, Zhao Kuangchao holds his chest tightly, as if the wound that was not good in the past, and was scratched by something, it is thousands of times more painful than the wounds he experienced in two days, and it is unbearable.

Originally, Zhao Kuangan thought that he had forgotten a little bit about the memories of Qinglong Village, and it was only now that Zhao Kuangran felt that it was just wishful thinking in his fantasy, at this moment, Zhao Kuangan seemed to feel that she was still in his ears, still waiting for him to go down the mountain and go home, still

Zhao Kuang cried indiscriminately, crying while walking, tears flowed down his face, this young man who couldn't be shaken by the incomparably darkness, was beaten in front of this courtyard.

Da Yue and Gui San watched Zhao Kuang's chaotic actions in shock, but neither of them opened their mouths to break the deadlock.

No one knows whether this is a shame or not, Zhao Kuangchao's tears seem to have opened the floodgates, and they are flowing down, but his steps are very firm and firm.

Walked all the way to the door of this courtyard, this one couldn't cover what a wooden door, how many times he had opened it, and how many times he had seen the woman's smiling face, Zhao Kuangran felt as if he was about to faint, this suffocating sadness made him want to kill Beijing at this moment, but reason pulled him on the edge of the cliff again.

Wiping the tears on his face, Zhao Kuang pushed open the half-hidden wooden door.

There was no smiling face, only a soulless man looked at him stunned, looking at Zhao Kuangran's smiling face that he didn't know where to squeeze out.

"Uncle." Zhao Kuang shouted, although he was laughing, his voice still couldn't help choking, time may be able to crush a qiē, but there are some things, no matter how time criticizes, it can't lose the slightest color.

Uncle Dao sat stunned, and even forgot to get up, looking at Zhao Kuanglan in front of him like a nerd, a person dressed like a dog in a city city, but his face still couldn't get rid of the taste of Qinglong Village, maybe Zhao Kuangran had grown taller again, maybe it was mature, or the vicissitudes of life in his eyes made Uncle Dao no longer think of this child who cried in the mountains and attracted jackals.

"Uncle." Zhao Kuangran screamed again.

Uncle Dao got up suddenly, even if this child has changed so much that he has lost his original appearance, but this uncle has not changed at all, because in this world, perhaps only Zhao Kuanglan can call him an uncle so willingly, and call him an uncle who has been poked in the back by countless people.

"Mess." Uncle Dao called out this name, which was no longer a smooth one, and directly hugged Zhao Kuang to death.

Zhao Kuangchao let Uncle Dao hold him a little numbly, a little helpless, but there was the purest emotion in his heart.

Kamezo seemed to look at this scene to the extreme, and forcibly shifted his gaze to the wild flowers and weeds in the yard.

"You bunny still know to come back." Uncle Dao let go of Zhao Kuangchao and immediately changed his face.

Zhao Kuangchao smiled helplessly, Uncle Dao knew that Zhao Kuangchao had something unspeakable, so he didn't continue to ask, after all, the tacit understanding between the uncle and nephew was incomparable to others.

Zhao Kuangran looked at Uncle Dao and found that Uncle Dao was old, in just two years, as if he was more than ten years old, which made Zhao Kuanglan look worried, but Zhao Kuangran really didn't want to export these worrying things, and didn't want to ruin this rare reunion.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit deadlocked, Zhao Kuangran introduced Da Yue and Gui San to Uncle Dao respectively, and directly chose to ignore Uncle Gui San, but he liked Da Yue very much, especially Da Yue's incomparably simple smile, so that Uncle Dao did not treat this man as an outsider, Uncle Dao kept patting Da Yue's thick shoulders and muttering that Da Yue is a good material for hunting.

Gui San was a little puzzled, why Uncle Dao ignored him and kept talking to Da Yue, which made Gui San a little frustrated, for this, in fact, Zhao Kuang knew better than anyone else, the reason was very simple, because Gui San had the same taste as Liu Sheng and Panda, maybe Uncle Dao had already subconsciously hated this taste to the bones.

"Uncle Dao, take us up the mountain." Zhao Kuang rushed at Uncle Dao.

Uncle Dao nodded, there was nothing, and the face that was gradually unfolding became gloomy, and the atmosphere that had finally been raised was like being poured cold water, and it instantly reached zero.

Gui San also realized something, and secretly wondered what was on this mountain, which made Zhao Kuangchao and this hillbilly Uncle Dao so unwilling.

The four of them went up this nameless mountain in this way, although there were twists and turns along the way, but it was not as imagined by Guisan, what wild boar king would encounter, or what Siberian tigers would encounter, and even a few mountain jumps were not seen, which made Guisan very disappointed, and followed the team in frustration, I am afraid that Guisan's idea will come out, this authentic Xing'anling people will definitely laugh at Guisan is a madman, because only when you see the real guy, you will understand how your idea just now.

When passing by a stone wall, Zhao Kuang stopped his feet, stopped Uncle Dao, who was walking forward with his head down, and said, "The master who brought you the letter, has he ever been here?" ”

Uncle Dao looked in the direction that Zhao Kuangran pointed, his eyelids jumped, and he nodded, it was this bare stone wall, which was the most taboo place in the entire Qinglong Village, even if it was around a whole mountain, no one had a reason to take such a shortcut, as for what kind of story there was, Uncle Dao didn't know, but I remember that the older generation in the village had been muttering that this place was evil, and it couldn't be touched, and it had been unlucky for a lifetime, and all this stone wall left a shadow on Uncle Dao, so that now Uncle Dao didn't dare to explore it. No one is allowed to know what is in this big forest, and no matter how old the hunter is, there is something that he does not dare to touch.

Zhao Kuangran looked at the stone wall, thinking about the huge tiger bone, with two years of experience, Zhao Kuangran became more and more curious, what kind of role is the old man buried under the stone wall, which reminded Zhao Kuangran that he picked up the book of the tiger, and some regretted that it was not a priceless treasure, but how could it be regarded as a priceless thing to lose, if that book was really left by this old man, then Zhao Kuangran really regretted it in his heart.

"Let's go, this place is unlucky." Uncle Dao urged, although Uncle Dao is not too superstitious, but every day he whispers about the evil in this place, and listening to it is half of the demon, standing here for a long time, I can really feel a gust of wind blowing up from behind.

Zhao Kuang retracted his eyes and nodded, thinking that one day, he would come to this place where others dare not move to find out.

The four of them walked all the way not fast or slow, although it was not like a fly, but they didn't stay much on the road, and after following Zhao Kuang for a long time, even Guisan's body has been significantly improved, and the body hollowed out by alcohol and cigarettes seems to be slowly becoming the same thing.

Finally, a few people arrived at the halfway up the mountain that had long been far away from Qinglong Village, in the poor mountain in this poor mountain remote area, there was an inconspicuous but at a glance visible tomb bag, there was a particularly neat stone tablet in front of the tomb bag, the tablet was engraved with the three words Zhao Xuemei, three words that looked good at a glance, the more you looked at them, the more unbearable they became, from the hands of Uncle Dao.

Although it is remote enough, the qiē is well organized, there are no superfluous weeds, as if it has not been forgotten, just like that yard, which makes people look good, and it is not about the so-called cards, nor about those things that smell of copper.

Gui San finally recognized these three words, and he knew a little bit of Taoism, Rao is Dayue also put away his smile, and followed with a stern face.

Zhao Kuangran stood not far away, standing for a long time, looking at these three words, like this stone tablet, without moving.

"Mess, go talk to your sister." Uncle Dao patted Zhao Kuangran's back, turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, and he didn't seem to want people to see it, but his trembling shoulders betrayed him.

Zhao Kuang walked extremely heavily, and it seemed that every time he took a step towards this tomb, it was difficult to breathe.

Finally, in the gaze of Gui San and Da Yue, Zhao Kuang stopped in front of the grave, his hands were empty, his body was empty, or his entire soul was also empty.

But this empty and weightless qiē made Zhao Kuang kneel deeply, in the past two years, in the face of anything, he has not bowed his head so much, and buried his head deeply in the land of this Xing'an Mountains, buried in the land where his sister is buried.

"Me." Zhao Kuangran whispered, he tried to recall her appearance, more and more sober, and more and more blurred, Zhao Kuangran was afraid that one day he would suddenly forget her who had not left a photo in his life, what he could do, except for shouldering this hatred, was to remember her a few more points, but it could only make him more painful, but what can this so-called pain be compared to this woman?

"Here we are."