Seeing that the man had turned around and left, Qing Zhan threw the lotus leaf he was holding in his hand to the door. She stepped onto the damp wooden floor, then gently pushed open the door that the middle-aged man had pointed.

After pushing the door open, Qing Zhan saw that it was an extremely warm house inside.

The whole room looked clean, a small wooden table was placed in the corner of the room, and the table was placed with washed melons and fruits.

There are a few rattan chairs scattered around the table, and these chairs glow with a faint light, as if they have been left by years of use.

On the other side of the room, there is a wooden shelf with shells of various colors and specimens of birds. These things add some life to the whole room.

There were two closed doors in the direction of the room, and because they couldn't open them without the owner's permission, they didn't know what was inside.

On the walls near these two doors, several paintings are hung. A few of them are unusually old, and the brushstrokes of the paintings are particularly immature, as if they have been hanging on the wall for too long, and the colors of these paintings have fallen off a little.

And among these old paintings, there are several unusually bright ones.

These paintings are the same island scenery as those paintings, but the colors are much brighter and the brushstrokes are much more mature.

In these paintings, there are also portraits of two women.

A portrait looks a little older, and although the color has fallen off slightly, it is still not difficult to see the beautiful face of the woman in the painting. This is a delicate fishing girl, she shows a green smile, and seems to be shy.

The other portrait is much newer, still showing a girl in ordinary attire and smiling as if it were the water illuminated by the midday sun.

The two women are of the same age, and even their appearance is somewhat similar.

Just as she was sighing for these two paintings, she heard a "squeak" behind her, which was the sound of someone pushing the door in.

Qing Zhan turned around, and as expected, what she saw was the middle-aged man just now.

This time, Qing Zhan was able to carefully examine this man from the front. This middle-aged man gave birth to a dignified Chinese face, thick eyebrows and beard, and his face revealed a healthy black and red color perhaps because of sun exposure.

I saw him smile and say to Qingzhan, "It's time to eat." ”

With that, the man pushed a cart of food in. He displayed them one by one on the only small table in the room, and suddenly the whole room was filled with an enticing fragrance.

"It's so fragrant!" she clapped her hands happily as she smiled and clapped her hands with joy, as if she was very interested in the food in front of her.

The middle-aged man also smiled heartily, and his gaze was mixed with a little warmth, as if he had thought of something that made him feel extremely happy.

Qing Zhan threw herself in front of the table and wanted to feast. She just picked up the chopsticks, but she stopped as if she remembered something, and said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, my name is Ah Zhan, how do you call you?"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile and said, "My name is Song Jiu." ”

The man's voice was rough and heavy, with a slight rustling sound, as if it was the mark of old age. He glanced at Tang Songluo, who was sitting there, and then added, "You just call me Ninth Brother." ”

"Brother Jiu. Qing Zhan repeated, and the delicate voice made Yi Lin shiver. He squinted at Qing Zhan with a pair of indifferent eyes, and didn't interject, just to see what kind of moth she wanted to make.

Qingzhan's face is exquisite, and her eyes are full of affection.

However, Song Jiu just smiled at such a girl's film, and then said: "It's not the same as the rumors." ”

"Oh, rumors?" Qing Zhan had mastered the skill of climbing along the pole very well, and when she heard Song Jiu throw out such a topic, she hurriedly followed up and asked.

In fact, Qing Zhan's heart was already beating the drum.

The reason why she came to Agarwood Island was not to see the landscape of Baili Lotus Lake. Instead, when she came, the astrologer had divined for her, saying that Tang Jia would definitely appear in this place.

Today is already a good day, today, or at the latest tomorrow morning, Tang Jia will definitely appear in this place.

But it was already night, and Qing Zhan hadn't even seen Tang Jia's hair.

Song Jiu didn't hide it at all, and said: "Last night, a son came with someone, saying that a girl must come back to him today. But ah, he's long gone. ”

When Qing Zhan heard Song Jiu say this, she was instantly stunned, and even her smile became unnatural.

She could even imagine Tang Jia's villainous face. There must have been a slow smile in his amber eyes, as if mocking the light that she couldn't find him.

However, how can astrological divination go wrong?

Qing Zhan couldn't believe it. Although this Tang Jia is mysterious, it will not go against the sky to such a point!

The fate of the stars in the sky is something that no one can change.

Seeing Qing Zhan's expression, Song Jiu said, "Since Miss Ah Zhan is here, why don't you eat something." Yesterday's son also said that there is something left for you, and I will take you to see it after eating. ”

Since Song Jiu said this, Qing Zhan agreed, but although the food on the table was dazzling, Qing Zhan was tasteless. If she can't find Tang Jia, where will she find Du Yuebai.

After eating a meal with such speculation, it was already dark.

The Agarwood Island in the dark night became silent and cold, and the group left the hut and followed Song Jiu in the dark environment.

The surrounding air wafts with a faint scent of flowers, and these fragrant lotus scents are sandwiched in the water vapor, giving a feeling of relaxation and well-being.

The bright starlight reflected on the land, leaving only a vague scene. Song Jiu, who was walking in the front, was carrying a lamp in his hand, and the dim light of the fire illuminated the path of several people.

The roads on the island are not difficult to walk, but the lush vegetation does not cause much trouble for their night walks.

Along the way, the dew soaked Qingzhan's clothes, and this sticky feeling made her feel a slight chill.

And everyone was silent, even Song Jiu, who was walking in the front, closed his mouth and didn't say a word.

After this silence lasted for a long time, Song Jiu finally stopped.

In front of me is an open land. Although she couldn't see clearly, she noticed that there was no vegetation here, as if it had been deliberately reclaimed.

He followed Song Jiu and took two steps forward, but it was a tomb that was not new. The handwriting on the wooden tombstone was no longer clear, so Qing Zhan didn't think much about it and continued to follow Song Jiu forward.

After passing by this tomb, it was a new tomb that came into Qingzhan's eyes.

It seems that the tomb has just been repaired for a short time, and the moist earth still exudes a peculiar fishy sweetness. Qing Zhan stepped forward, and under the reflection of Song Jiu's light, he finally saw the words on the tombstone clearly.

The tomb of Du Yuebai.