"Oh, I remember." The sudden rise in volume interrupted the subtle atmosphere between the two.

Ning Jian looked back at her again.

"It was snowing that day!" The old man's eyes widened, and he was very sure: "It snowed a lot, and the village chief and cadres fell all over the snowflakes when they came, and on the way here, there was another person who fell into the ditch covered with snow nearby, and arrived at my house in a mess, and finally returned in vain and pointed at our nose and scolded a bad word, but this person looked haggard and quickly lost weight in the spring of the second year, and died in the spring of the third year." ”

"Do you think this man's death has anything to do with the forest?"

The old man's eyes flashed with suspicion, but he nodded anyway. "Although there is no clear basis, I still think it has something to do with that forest, my parents live near that forest all the year round, let alone forty years old, they both passed away before they reached the age of thirty-five, and entrusted me to a large family as a child bride before they died, so I will not be as short as them."

"Is it true that no one in your village will live to be forty years old?" Song Miaomiao suddenly asked.

The old man glanced at her, and was not annoyed: "It's not that you can't live to be forty, but most of them die in their thirties and forties, for unknown reasons, that is, in the first two years of death, they will become increasingly thin and haggard, from the initial fatigue to the final bedridden, and the final outcome is to return to the earth." ”

The old man's words seem to have a bit of cultural connotation, and he is not dead to the point, gone, and kicking his legs.

"Wait, back to the earth? Literally return to the earth? Ning Jian asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean, how did you deal with people in your village who died suddenly because of this inexplicable situation? Cremation or burial in the coffin? ”

The old man disagreed: "Of course, if you are buried directly in the flesh, how can your parents be cremated at will, that is a great disrespect to your parents and ancestors." ”

Song Miaomiao's eyes rolled, and her mouth flattened, the old man's words were a bit of the thinking that the people who grew up under the feudal ideological prison should have.

Ning Jian didn't doubt that he had him, and bowed his head quietly, and then asked, "Where are most of them buried?" ”

"They are usually buried in the nearby mountains, and some are buried on the back slope of the mountain closer to their homes, is there any problem?"

Ning Jian didn't answer her question directly, but asked to herself, "Do you think those village names don't live to be forty years old because of the stench of the Jade Forest?" ”

"Yes, in the end, because I was firm on this point, I went to the village cadres three times to report, and finally they couldn't bear to kick me out of the village, and even my family, who had always supported my ideas, finally stood on the opposite side of me, and I couldn't come forward to help me say even a word when I was thrown out of the village by the villagers." At the end, the voice of the old man's words became weaker and weaker, and the sadness and despair contained in them could not be expressed in a few words.

"Grandma." Seeing this, Song Miaomiao softened her voice and shouted in a low voice.

This low cry brought the old man back from his past sadness, and he glared at the girl who was pinching her throat and calling her fiercely, in exchange for a wild smile.

The child's unbridled smile added a touch of warmth to the silent night.

The old man shook his head helplessly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the clear and picturesque man always locked his focused and soft eyes on the smiling girl, and the bottom of his eyes was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.

She suddenly remembered the words she had told men in the daytime, and she could only laugh at herself when she thought about it.