"Captain Zhao, this can't be helped, the inside of the second noble house is too dirty." Aunt Teng looked embarrassed and stopped in front of them.

"Auntie, with this wheelchair, if you wipe his body often, it won't get dirty." Zhao Zimeng said enthusiastically, and walked into the house with his feet raised.

Aunt Teng couldn't stop it, so she stopped stopping it.

Zhao Zimeng led a group of people into the Westinghouse with wheelchairs.

The light inside the Westroom was dim, and the space was a little cramped.

Aunt Teng is right, this room is indeed a little dirty inside, the floor is dark, the walls are dark, only a small window is a little light, and there is no furniture in the room.

The smell is not very good, and it is no wonder that a patient who has been bedridden for a long time is very inconvenient in all aspects, and a little peculiar smell is normal.

Ergui was lying on the shabby bed in front of the window, covered with a thin quilt that was half gone.

Through the dim light, Zhao Zimeng saw Ergui's pale face, skinny, without any blood.

His hair was tangled together like straw, and it was clear that he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

Because of the long-term bed rest of the disabled, Ergui's upper body exposed outside the quilt is obviously thinner and thinner than men of the same age, in fact, to be precise, it is skinny.

He saw someone enter his house, and he lay there in a panic with an extremely embarrassed look on his face.

Zhao Zimeng couldn't help but feel sour when he saw this situation, he enthusiastically stepped forward to ask for warmth, signaling Ergui not to be nervous.

He took one of Ergui's hands and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ergui suddenly pushed Zhao Zimeng away: "The bed is too dirty, don't sit, don't stain your clothes." ”

"Second noble brother, I also grew up in the countryside since I was a child, if you want to say dirty, at that time, I was more dirty than you, and people called me a mud monkey." Zhao Zimeng said with a smile.

"Brother Ergui, a big man, can't always lie on the bed, with this wheelchair, you can go in and out of the room by yourself, and the uncle and aunt don't have to work so hard."

After hearing this, Ergui grabbed Zhao Zimeng's hand tightly with both hands, and couldn't cry.

Zhao Zimeng stroked his back and comforted: "Let's try a wheelchair." ”

When Lu Qian and Ma Jianping were about to put Ergui in a wheelchair, they were pushed away by Ergui, and he said emotionally: "This-this thing is too precious, what is my Ergui's life, it is not worthy of your care." ”

At this time, Aunt Teng walked into the West House with tears in her eyes: "Captain Zhao, let me help him into a wheelchair." ”

"Okay, auntie, let's take one side and put Ergui on the wheelchair."

Ergui looked at the eager eyes of Zhao Zimeng and others, as well as the old mother who had just entered the house, and finally stopped refusing.

He combed his hair with five fingers, and then, with the help of Zhao Zimeng and his mother, he first grabbed his left ankle with his left hand, which had completely atrophied and lost consciousness, and then propped his right leg on the ground again, and then sat sideways in a wheelchair.

The whole process was a little strenuous, but I was finally in a wheelchair.

Aunt Teng helped Ergui put on cloth shoes and straightened his clothes.

Ma Jianping pushed the wheelchair out of the West House.

Zhao Zimeng followed out of the house.

Ergui, who came out of the house, became more and more pale, because he had been in the Westinghouse for too long, he subconsciously blocked the light with his arm.

Apparently he wasn't quite used to the light outside the room.

Zhao Zimeng noticed that due to long-term bed rest, Ergui was not only thin, but his back was also very rickety.

Zhao Zimeng motioned to take a break in the hall.

After a while, Ma Jianping and Lu Qian pushed Ergui out of the hall on one side.

According to Aunt Teng, Teng Ergui has been lying in bed for fifteen years.

"Auntie, do you have a hat?"

"His dad has a hat."

"You take it and put it on Ergui, the light outside the room is too strong, I'm afraid Ergui's eyes can't stand it."

Aunt Teng walked into the east room and brought a gray cap with patches and put it on her son's head.

"Second noble brother, how do you feel after putting on the hat?"

"Much better." Ergui showed a rare smile.

"Ergui, you turn the wheels on both sides with your hands, and the wheelchair can move forward." Ma Jianping Road.

Ergui turned the wheels on both sides with his bamboo-like fingers, and the wheelchair slowly walked forward.

He turned cautiously at first, and after walking half a circle in the courtyard, he was able to advance and retreat freely.

Aunt Teng, who was standing aside, cried with joy.

After two turns, Ergui suddenly stopped.

Zhao Zimeng walked up to Ergui: "Brother Ergui, why did you stop?" ”

"I remembered something." Ergui looked into the distance and was stunned.

Everyone got up.

"What do you remember?"

"I think of Liu Abao, who was digging a well with Ge Zhenggen. I seem to have heard Ge Zhenggen say that Liu Abao is his cousin, and Liu Abao's home is not far from Ge Zhenggen's house. ”

"Ergui, this situation you provided is very important." Zhao Zimeng said as he took out a pen and notebook from his pocket and recorded the name of Liu Abao in time.

The content of the record is: "Ge Zhenggen, Nanya, Xiutian, Yinshan Temple." ”

"Ma Jianping, simulated portrait." Zhao Zimeng suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip.

Ma Jianping hurriedly took out a folder from his backpack, opened the folder, and took out two simulated portraits from it.

One is drawn by a computer and the other is drawn by hand.

There is little difference between the two portraits.

Ma Jianping handed the portrait to Teng Ergui's hand.

Teng Ergui only looked at the hand-painted simulated portrait and said loudly with great excitement: "The real image of the painting, Captain Zhao, this person is Ge Zhenggen, it is him." ”

"Ergui, you can take a look at the second portrait." Ma Jianping Road.

Teng Ergui glanced at it and said, "These two portraits are the same person. This person is Ge Zhenggen. Is it any wonder he didn't say goodbye to me when he left? I blamed him for daring to love......"

Aunt Teng took the portrait from her son's hand and looked at it, and then said: "The painting is not bad at all, this person is Xiaoge,

"Xiao Ge is just a coolie digging man, why should the gangsters kill him?"

"Ge Zhenggen is gone, why didn't his cousin Liu Abao mention a word?" Teng Ergui muttered to himself.

"Auntie, when those craftsmen left the stone village, did you see Ge Zhenggen's cousin Liu Abao?"

"I don't have any impression at all, there are too many of them, they said go, picked up their luggage and left. Could it be that Liu Abao also had an accident? The two are gone, so why didn't Foreman Jiang say it? Captain Zhao, you wait a minute, I'll go and call the old man back now, the old man may be able to think of something. Aunt Teng said.

"So be it! We're going with you. Zhao Zimeng said.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Zimeng walked up to Ergui: "Brother Ergui, you are walking around the courtyard now, we have time to come and see you again." ”

Teng Ergui's eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't say anything.

The group walked out of the courtyard gate, and when Zhao Zimeng looked back, Teng Ergui turned his wheelchair to the courtyard gate and looked at the comrades reluctantly.

Everyone followed Aunt Teng and walked towards the west end of the village.

As the sun sets, smoke curls up from the chimneys of the kitchens of every house, and it's time for dinner.

After a while, everyone saw several old men squatting by the high wall of a building.

Soon, Zhao Zimeng saw clearly that Uncle Teng was among these old men.

The so-called building is actually an ancestral hall, and there are four stone carvings above the gate of the ancestral hall: Deng Ancestral Hall.

Looking at the situation, the Deng family is a big family in Shizhai.

When he walked more than fifty meters away from the ancestral hall, Uncle Teng stood up and greeted him.

"Old man, you left your soul outside, and you don't know how to go home." Aunt Teng complained.

"I'll be chatting with a few old guys for a while, we're talking about the Cold Moon Temple." Teng Lao Sandao.

"Captain Zhao, they gave Ergui a wheelchair, and Ergui can already get out of the house."

Teng Laosan took a few steps forward and gratefully held Zhao Zimeng's hand tightly: "Captain Zhao, my old man really doesn't know how to thank you!" Ergui has always wanted a wheelchair, but unfortunately we don't have that much money. ”

"Uncle, there is no need to say thank you, as long as the second noble can walk around in the yard and the village, the second elder can also reduce the burden a little." Zhao Zimeng said.

"Captain Zhao and his comrades are really living bodhisattvas, my son is blessed. Let's go, go home, and have dinner at my house tonight, old woman, you go home and roll out the noodles and stew a piece of salted meat. ”

Aunt Teng turned around and walked back, and was grabbed by Zhao Zimeng's arm: "Auntie, there is already food prepared in the temple." ”

"Captain Zhao, don't say anything, go, go home." Teng Laosan said as he walked back.

"Uncle Teng, there is a chance after dinner, tonight, we told Supervisor Jueshui that we would have dinner in the temple. Uncle Teng, we came to you for the case. ”

Uncle Teng stopped: "Captain Zhao, you say." ”

"Ergui said, among those craftsmen, there is a descendant named Liu Abao who is Ge Zhenggen's cousin, when those craftsmen left your house, did you see Liu Abao?"

"Liu Abao is Ge Zhenggen's cousin, I know this, they do everything together, the floor is laid together, and they work and work together. But when he left, Liu Abao was not among the craftsmen. I can't remember when more than a dozen people rushed out of the hospital, too many to keep an eye on who and whom. ”

"Child, father, Ergui and I have already seen the portrait, and the person who died in the Bodhisattva's belly is Xiaoge." Aunt Teng said.

"No wonder Xiaoge didn't say goodbye to Ergui? What about portraits? Let me see it too. Teng Lao Sandao.

Ma Jianping took out two portraits.

Teng Laosan took the portrait, looked at it, and then said, "It's Xiaoge." He was gone, Foreman Jiang and the other craftsmen didn't say anything, could it be that Xiaoge's cousin Liu Abao also had an accident? ”

Zhao Zimeng felt that Teng Laosan's idea was very bold, but this guess was not unreasonable.

If Liu Abao was still alive, how could he ignore the whereabouts of his cousin Ge Zhenggen and go down the mountain alone?

Unless he was the murderer of Ge Zhenggen, it was understandable that the Teng family didn't care if Ge Zhenggen was in that group of craftsmen.

As the foreman, Jiang Zihai, he should know, knowing that Ge Zhenggen is gone, but he remains silent, there must be something wrong here.

Before the sun went down, it glanced at the earth, then disappeared on the other side of the mountain, and night fell.

Zhao Zimeng and his entourage said goodbye to the old couple and went back to the temple.

The old couple sent everyone to the village, and only turned around and went home after watching the comrades go away.

Zhao Zimeng saw a person standing on the steps in front of the mountain gate from a distance.