However, there are not many elderly people in this age, and there are no more than ten people in the entire square.

After running back and forth for a morning, I didn't gain anything. Looking at the ghost's dejected appearance, you knew that she didn't ask for any useful information.

"It's noon, why didn't you see Mo Xun coming? Let's finish eating first and then look for clues! "The ghost eats less in the morning, and after running all morning, he must be hungry.

"Find Mo Xun first." I began to search for Mo Xun's figure in a carpet way, and saw her and an old lady in her fifties and sixties sitting on a bench chatting happily, the two of them were talking and laughing, and I inexplicably burst out of fire in my heart.

The ghost and I were tired of asking people, and she was okay and chatting with people.

Seeing me and the ghost coming over, Mo Xun hurriedly greeted us, I tilted my neck and glanced at the old lady sitting on the bench, she was not particularly old, I really wondered what they were talking about.

Before we could speak, Mo Xun preemptively said, "She is the daughter of the general." ”

I can't help but be surprised, the admiral's daughter, how could it be such a coincidence? Mo Xun pointed to a place not far away, "You see it's the eighth aunt of the general." ”

I saw the old man in a wheelchair, staring blankly ahead, and the old lady on the bench walked towards her and pulled the towel quilt on her body.

The weather is so hot, I only wear shorts and short sleeves, but the old man in the wheelchair is three layers inside and three layers outside, and finally covered with a towel quilt, isn't she afraid of the heat?

"Her deadline is near." Mo Xun sighed deeply, stepped forward and squatted beside the old man, not knowing what to say.

The old man gently stroked Mo Xun's head, and his lips were slightly chapped.

Mo Xun waved at me and the ghost and asked us to pass.

The vicinity of the square is not too bustling, we followed the mother and daughter through several newly built communities, and when we went out from the corner gate of the community, we saw rows of dilapidated houses.

The mother and daughter lived in a small house, which was full of bottles and cans and other discarded items, and we didn't have much place to stay in the small space.

The eighth aunt's daughter, in a pile of cardboard boxes, pulled one over, opened the carton, spread it on a pile of waste, and said shyly: "I'm really sorry, let you see the smile, I haven't been married, and I can't do anything else, so I can only rely on picking up waste to support my mother." ”

"Aunt Zhang, you don't have to be busy, hurry up and tell us the story about Meng Dieyi and Jiang Yao!"

As soon as she heard Mo Xun mention the words "Dream Dieyi", the eighth aunt who was sitting in a wheelchair leaned forward, her toothless mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, but she never made any sound, and after a while, the old man actually cried.

I guess there must be another version of the story about Meng Dieyi and Jiang Yao.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly hugged her and comforted: "It's okay, everything is over, it's all over." She caressed Aunt Eight's back with her hand.

Just when Aunt Eight looked up at Aunt Zhang, I saw that she didn't have a tongue, just like the girl holding my thigh in the western-style building, no wonder she couldn't make a sound.

"You wait a while, I'll put the old mother to sleep first, and then I'll tell you in detail."

"Aunt Zhang, you don't have to take care of us, you are busy first."

I helped Aunt Zhang carry Aunt Eight to the small bed, maybe the old man had the habit of taking a nap, and after a while, Aunt Eight fell asleep.

Aunt Zhang came over and found a clean place to sit down, "I've kept you waiting." ”

"I think we'd better go out and talk! It's not good to make noise until the old man rests. ”

"I can't leave her, I have to take care of her at all times, even when I go out to collect waste, I have to be near her. Fortunately, the neighborhood is also kind to me, and often helps our mother and daughter. "My mother married my father when she was eighteen years old, and my father was made a general at the age of thirty-two. My father had a wife and eight aunts, the wife died early, and the second aunt was too in charge. Jiang Yao married my father in the same year as my mother. ”

"Do the aunts and wives all live in the same western-style building?" The ghost couldn't help but be curious in his heart and interrupted Aunt Zhang's words.

"Yes."

"Shouldn't these aunts all have something to do with Meng Dieyi!" I admire this general very much in my heart, he actually married eight aunts, aren't you afraid of being quarreled to death?

"Young man, you think too much, the reason why I know about Jiang Yao is because she has a good relationship with my mother, although she has become the ninth aunt of the general, she is not happy at all." As soon as I heard her say Aunt Jiu, I immediately remembered Aunt Xue, Jiang Yao should be very arrogant!

"Is it true that she bathed in the blood of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls?" I think the relationship between Aunt Zhang and Jiang Yao seems to be good, so after thinking about it, I still asked.

"Bathing? It is pure slander, and it is all a rumor made by the second aunt and a few shameless women. Aunt Zhang suddenly burst into a foul mouth, and the whole person's emotions became a little excited.

As the saying goes: three women in one play. There are so many women in the western-style building, where is one play enough?

Mo Xun didn't know how to calm Aunt Zhang's excited mood, so he pretended to have a pitiful expression, "Aunt Zhang, you should have heard about someone seeing that western-style building recently, but unfortunately that western-style building is always moving, and we have no way to find it at all, we just don't want Jiang Yao to continue to harm people." ”

Aunt Zhang took a deep breath, pulled the carton under her, leaned over to Mo Xun, and patted her hand gently.

"Little girl, you have to talk about ghosts and gods! Aunt Zhang believes, otherwise Aunt Nine wouldn't have to suffer. Saying that, Aunt Zhang's tears fell on her legs, and the tears smeared on the dark blue pants.

"Aunt Zhang, tell us everything you know, and we will definitely help you." I patted my chest and assured Aunt Zhang, and the ghost nodded along the way.

"For as long as I can remember, the rumors about Aunt Nine have never stopped, and the second aunt always says that Aunt Nine is a vixen and hooks up with men everywhere, but my father's favorite is Aunt Nine because my father is ashamed of her." As she spoke, she wiped the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes with her hand, and continued: "I heard my mother say that it was because my father praised Aunt Nine for her beauty, and my father's subordinates broke up Meng Dieyi and Aunt Nine alive in order to please him. ”

Aunt Zhang seemed to remember something, and quickly got up and rummaged through the drawers of the dilapidated cabinet.

After a while, she found a yellowed notebook from a drawer, and she took out a photo from it.

The photo was a little yellowed, it was a black and white photo, and Aunt Zhang handed it to us.

I couldn't help but exclaim: "It's really a talented woman, a perfect match." ”

"This is Meng Dieyi and Aunt Jiu, the photo was handed over to my mother by Aunt Jiu for safekeeping, I am afraid that someone will search it, this is her only thought. The two of them really love each other, they are talented and beautiful, and they should have been passed down as a good story, but they became victims of the flames. "Aunt Zhang carefully took back the photo in my hand and clipped it back into the diary, for fear that one would accidentally damage the photo.

At that time, I could imagine how it was possible for Yi Mengdieyi's status to compete with a powerful person for the woman he loved, and he must have lost the most.