Ning Qing didn't wait for everyone to pack up and set off together, but walked forward alone and ignored it.

"Uncle, why are you leaving so fast! Wait for me, let me catch my breath!! ”

Ning Qing walked in front, Chu Xiaohe chased behind, and he started to pant after running not far away, obviously he was not a master who often exercised, but he finally caught up.

Ning Qing didn't stop, just turned his head slightly to look at the other party, and reminded: "I'm in a hurry, you may not be able to keep up, you should follow them so that you won't fall behind." ”

"I'm not with them, they're too boring, they'll suffocate me to death, or I think it's more fun to go with you, uncle."

"Uncle, you haven't told me why you don't go back and go in the direction of the desert island?"

"Uncle... Uncle..."

Ning Qing looked at Chu Xiaohe with the same eyes as if he was mentally retarded, feeling that answering such a question was insulting his IQ.

Isn't that something you can figure out with your toes!

But after thinking about it, Chu Xiaohe, this girl, seems to have the advantage of being stupid, and such a complex problem is indeed a bit difficult for her.

"The distance from the city to the desert island takes six to seven hours according to the normal driving time, in fact, because of the power of the minibus and the road, we spent more time, the bus departed at half past nine to now at five o'clock, and it took eight hours to reach the scrapped location of the vehicle.

Whether it's an ideal six- or seven-hour drive, or an actual eight-hour drive, you can't catch up on two legs, and you have to walk for at least two to three days to get back to the city.

It's almost 6 p.m., and according to the information pushed by the meteorological station, the typhoon made landfall at 11 o'clock in the evening, which means that we only have 5 hours to rush.

It's not realistic to go back, the only option is to go to the island, at least there are buildings on the island to shelter us from the wind and rain.

Although the time was a little tighter, there was still time to find a place to settle before the typhoon made landfall. ”

The people who were in a hurry were still on a horizontal line at the beginning, and at least they could see each other's shadows.

As a result, as Ning Qing strode forward and hurried away, the distance between the two sides became farther and farther away, and they couldn't see each other directly, and they became two groups of people.

The first echelon is Ning Qing and Chu Xiaohe, who are at the forefront, and the second echelon is Wang Guangsheng.

"Uncle, you're not a local, do you know how to get to the deserted village?"

"It's a deserted village on the island, and if you follow this dirt road, you'll be able to reach it."

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21:37 minutes

Night covered the entire deserted island, the moonlight was dimmer than usual, the sea breeze was more wanton than usual, the branches and leaves of the trees never stopped shaking for a moment, and the unknown insects under the vegetation brought a lot of eerie atmosphere.

Ning Qing held a flashlight in his hand and hurried along the uneven dirt road with Chu Xiaohe in the dark night.

The increasingly violent wind made his sense of urgency grow stronger.

It shows that the outermost wind circle of the typhoon has blown to the island, and the central wind circle is rapidly approaching the island, but now he does not even see the shadow of the abandoned village.

Ning Qing's actions of looking at his watch have become more and more frequent, although there is still more than an hour before the typhoon landfall time of the meteorological observatory, he has not dared to relax.

When is the weather forecast accurate at the Meteorological Observatory?

There was a typhoon two years ago, and it was reported as a level 12 at first, then a level 13 soon after, and then a level 14 or 15, but the typhoon was only found to be a level 17 after the typhoon was blown, and the time of the typhoon's landfall was still different.

Ning Qing stopped walking abruptly, the flashlight no longer flickering, but pointed to a corner in the night.

He saw something very disagreeable.

Tomb.

Two tombs with headstones, and not far away several more five tombs without tombstones.

If this is not the only way to make him feel disagreeable, it is actually because there are sacrifices in front of one of the cemeteries with tombstones.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Can you not pass, I'm afraid..."

Ning Qing ignored Chu Xiaohe's rebuttal, and walked straight towards the cemetery with a flashlight.

Chu Xiaohe had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep up, and there was a wave of slander in his heart, why is this person's fetish so strange.

Ning Qing squatted down before and after he walked up, and the flashlight shone on the tombstone, without taboos, in the eyes of the older generation, this kind of behavior is disrespectful to the deceased.

'The Tomb of Loving Father Zhang Deman'

'Born 7 April 1958 - Died 19 November 1990'

'At the age of Chinese New Year's Eve'

'Filial son Zhang Guangshengli'

The irritable sea breeze blew through the dense foliage around it, bringing a burst of rattling and whining sounds, like a ghost crying, eerie.

Ning Qing casually grabbed a fruit from the sacrificial offering and put it under the light to examine it carefully, and then picked up several other fruits and repeated it.

Both of them were silent, Ning Qing didn't speak because she was thinking, and Chu Xiaohe simply didn't dare.

The strong wind slapped on his body, making Chu Xiaohe feel like he was being touched by a ghost, which was depressing and uncomfortable.

In the end, Chu Xiaohe, who couldn't stay, had to muster up the courage and whispered: "Uncle, the typhoon is coming, why don't we go, it's weird and terrifying here." ”

"Wait a little longer, soon!"

After the words fell, Ning Qing stood up and walked to a small dirt pit, then squatted down and grabbed a handful of loess and twisted it in his hand, letting the sea breeze blow it down and take it away.

The pit was newly opened and had digging marks left by a shovel.

Ning Qing suddenly looked up at the grave behind the tombstone, the outer and upper parts of the grave were covered with a layer of new soil, which was clearly distinguishable from the old soil overgrown with weeds.

Then his gaze fell on another grave with a tombstone.

'The Tomb of My Mother Yang Fang'

'Born 24 October 1959 - Died 19 November 1990'

'At the age of Chinese New Year's Eve'

'Zhang Guangshengli'

Ning Qing's slender body stood still, and his expression seemed to have gained.

From ancient times to the eighties and nineties in the south, there has always been a custom that after the death of a loved one, the relatives and friends of the deceased are not like cremation, but on the first seven days of the funeral, the relatives and friends of the deceased are notified to come to mourn, and then the coffin is carried out and covered with thick soil when the burial is made.

There is also a set of traditional procedures for ancestor worshippers to visit the deceased, by opening a small pit near the cemetery and taking new soil to cover the grave.

It is commonly known as "tomb repair".

Because the grave bag is wet and beaten by rain all the year round, resulting in the loss of soil on the grave bag, the new soil cover is to prevent the grave bag from being washed away by the rain and exposing the coffin of the deceased.

The two tombstones are written by Zhang Guangsheng, and they are a father and a mother, indicating that this is a family-style husband and wife cemetery, and Zhang Guangsheng should be the son of the two deceased.

The strangest thing that made Ning Qing feel was that Zhang Deman's tomb had obvious traces of renovation, and there were also offerings such as incense, candles, melons, fruits, and wine.

However, Yang Fang's grave seems to have never been worshipped, not only is the tombstone full of unknown vines, but there is not even the slightest trace of renovation on the grave bag that has fallen into disrepair, let alone offerings such as incense, candles, and wine.

The treatment enjoyed by the couple at the tomb was nothing short of different.