Now that you see it, it's not far off.

Just like the road, so is life.

Although some people say that Wangshan runs a dead horse, it does not apply here.

After passing through two bends and descending the three-story terraces, Xiao Ling and his party of six people, plus the cameras that had not been carefully counted, stood at the gate of the small courtyard by the stream.

Yes, the small building that looks like a wronged monkey from a distance has a small courtyard in front of it.

There were no fence walls, no low courtyard walls, only three or five short wooden sticks, holding a thin rope.

There was no courtyard gate, and a live knot was gently attached to another short wooden stick.

This...... Is this a gentleman who is not even guarded against?

This great immortal is really different from ordinary people, but it's different.

In the small courtyard, there are only three horizontal and three vertical vegetable gardens.

Growing greens on one side and cabbage on the other.

The path in the middle, like Xiao Ling, was paved with stones picked up from the creek.

Unlike Xiao Ling, these stones are almost the same color and size.

Very homogeneous.

What an obsessive-compulsive disorder this must be.

At the end of the small stone path is a door twisted to one side.

Yes, the door of this house, not facing the path, but at the end of the path, twisted into a question mark......

The door opens to the right, with a slope of about thirty or forty degrees.

The path first passed squarely, and then twisted to the right in order to meet the crooked mouth, and then joined together in an arc.

If Xiao Ling, who is standing at this end of the road, is regarded as a point, then this is a perfect question mark.

So, the problem now is that this great immortal is not at home.

The door pouted, twisted his face and crooked his neck, standing at the end of this question mark, and really couldn't see if the door was open.

Xiao Ling had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and put down the rope buckle that was shallow on the short wooden stick. With the people, they entered the small courtyard.

This road is not long, after all, there are only three lines in the vegetable garden on the side.

At the corner of the road is a small well. And the road with the question mark is around the well. Hey, that's an interesting design.

Walking to the arc, I finally saw the gate clearly.

Yes, there are still a few steps in front of that door.

The door on the stairs was closed.

Two-ring door buckle, attached to two doors.

The lock in the middle of the door was not hung up.

Xiao Ling walked up and clasped the door with a ring.

"Wong Tai Sin, are you at home?" Xiao Ling asked.

No one answered.

Calling Wong Tai Sin seems to be a bit raw.

After all, in the past, when Wong Tai Sin went out, he would choose to settle down in a hotel. When out-of-town guests come to him, they will also choose to stay at the hotel.

Wong Tai Sin brought a lot of guests to the hotel.

Therefore, it is indeed a bit inappropriate to call Wong Tai Sin.

"Uncle Huang, are you at home?" It should be right to call Uncle.

Xiao Ling knocked on the door again.

Still no one answered.

Xiao Ling screamed again, but there was still no one.

So, let's go in and have a look. At this point, I don't know if Uncle Huang is resting.

Xiao Ling pushed the door.

Squeak!

The door opened.

Xiao Ling raised his legs and stepped over the threshold, turned his angle slightly to the right, and walked into the courtyard.

Let's call this the inner court. It's different from the vegetable garden outside.

The inner courtyard is in the same pattern: a stone road leads through the middle of the patio.

On each side of the road, there is a semi-circular pool.

There are a few fish on one side and a turtle on the other.

"Wong Tai Sin is really a master." The little ghost saw the fish and turtle pond and sighed.

Is it?

Xiao Ling didn't see it.

It just feels like this house is weird everywhere.

Xiao Ling shouted Uncle Huang to the room again.

There was a faint echo from the patio to the past hall.

The doors on both sides of the hall were closed.

In the middle of the hall is a portrait of an unknown person.

There is a staircase behind the portrait, and there is only one room upstairs, which should also be a space, a small platform, picked out from a distance, and an incense burner in the middle.

It seems to be a place to do things, too.

On either side of the upper floor, there are no rooms.

The whole house, when viewed from the front, is a "convex" character.

How strange.

What's even more strange is that no matter how you shout, Uncle Huang just didn't come out.

It looks like I'm really not at home.

Then our group of people, the pestle in someone's house, it really doesn't seem to be suitable.

So, just wait outside the door.

Luckily, the house is closer to the creek.

Xiao Ling took the live broadcast awkward chat group and went to the creek.

Let them dig over the rocks to find small crabs, and catch small shrimp and fish.

As long as you don't bother me.

In order to show love, they play with small fish and shrimp for a while, and they will still put them back in the water.

Uncle Wu and Uncle Cameraman, looking like they hate to see each other, with two golden faces, have been chatting hotly.

The quality of the camera uncle's film is guaranteed, this Xiao Ling knows.

Uncle Wu is a former journalist, and he is also a cultural person.

Therefore, they sympathized with each other and chatted hotly.

Xiao Ling couldn't interject.

What about the imps?

This guy is even better, he took out a notebook directly from his bag, and he was directly drawing a picture of Uncle Huang's house.

What top view, environment view, elevation, side view......

None of them were spared.

There are even details that depict those that no one notices.

It's literal.

Only Xiao Ling was left.

No one cares, no one hurts.

I can only be stunned there.

Xiao Ling didn't understand what was good to shoot in the creek, and he didn't know how to talk to those cultural people.

Dead little ghost, only cares about drawing pictures by himself, and doesn't pay attention to people at all.

No wonder it's still a single dog.

What to do if you have nothing to do, but you can't find anything to do.

So, let's hit the road.

Xiao Ling followed the road behind the house and walked up.

The camera uncle didn't seem to see it, and he didn't follow the camera for the first time.

Xiao Ling felt very unaccustomed.

Xiao Ling found out that Uncle Huang had built the road from the road to his house relatively large, and there were wheel prints on the road.

It doesn't seem that the wheel spacing is too large...... Is it a car?

Xiao Ling walked down the wheel print, okay, it was actually the back of the embossed house, which was actually behind the hall house.

It's actually a garage.

However, the garage door is closed.

I looked at the door, and there was no car inside.

It seems that Uncle Huang is going out.

Uncle Huang's house has a total of three or four layers of fields, all of which have been planted.

Rice, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, leeks, soybeans...... Basically, there is a little bit of it.

The countryside is basically like this, they all grow a little, enough to eat.

But why didn't Uncle Huang raise chickens and pigs?

Xiao Ling followed the path and returned to the road.

The asphalt road was a little hot in the sun, and it felt like the road was going to melt.

The grass on the side of the road, not even insects.

It's so hot. Those stinky men, divided into three groups, are all playing their own business.

I'll have to figure it out on my own.

Xiao Ling kicked the stones on the ground in boredom.

Just when Xiao Ling's kicking hurt a little, he suddenly heard the roar of a car in the distance.

Is Uncle Huang back?