Who's this?

Jiang Qiao stared at the photo in her hand tightly, her eyes were about to close, she looked left and right to confirm that it was the mountain ghost in the dream. Jiang Qiao took a few deep breaths, slowly approached her grandmother's bedside, her hands trembled slightly, she held up the photo to her grandmother, and said softly: "Grandma, who is this?" ”

Of course, the grandmother who was unconscious on the bed would not give her a response, and Jiang Qiao did not expect to be able to answer anything from her grandmother's mouth, she already had a terrible answer in her heart, but she was not sure, and she did not want it to be true.

When I came out of my grandmother's room, I heard my uncle and Wang Daochang talking and talking happily at the other end of the main hall. Jiang Qiao put the photo in his pocket, thought about it, and decided to walk over.

As soon as the uncle saw Jiang Qiao, he hurriedly asked her to sit down too, and sent someone to bring her a wine glass, so that she could also drink two glasses with her.

Jiang Qiao nodded obediently, picked up the wine glass, stood up and bowed to Wang Daochang and his uncle, and when he raised his head, a glass of wine fell into his stomach. This is the village's own fruit wine, made from wild mulberries and grain wine on the mountain, although the entrance is sweet and sour, but when the wine crosses the throat, a burst of spicy taste rushes straight to the brain, choking Jiang Qiao's tears come out, and he coughs again and again.

Wang Daochang laughed when he saw it, his uncle handed her a cup of tea, and the two continued to sing about wine. Jiang Qiao wiped his tears and drank some tea, but found that although the tea was extremely bitter, his mouth was full of sweetness immediately after entering his throat, and the most wonderful thing was that the sweet and fragrant orchid fragrance could even overwhelm the taste of wine just now.

This is the top big red robe.

I believe that many people know that Da Hong Pao is produced in Wuyi Mountain, Fujian, and the only Da Hong Pao that is truly famous at home and abroad is the six ancient trees in the rock crevices of Wuyi Mountain, and the others are all researched and cultivated by experts. Although the cultivated offspring tea trees are also called Da Hong Pao, only the second generation of Da Hong Pao trees that are directly cultivated by the branches of the mother plant have truly inherited the excellent quality of the mother plant.

Even if you don't want the mother plant to be valuable, the second-generation Dahongpao tree is more expensive than gold.

Jiang Qiao once went with a classmate whose hometown was Wuyishan, and the classmate's home was a local tea merchant who made a lot of money. The classmate stole the second-generation Da Hong Pao, which her father treasured, and showed her kung fu tea, and the sweet fragrance was as deep as a brand in Jiang Qiao's mind. There is still such a delicious tea in this world.

I thought it would be impossible to drink it again, but today I tasted such a rich orchid fragrance again in the teacup that my uncle gave me.

Jiang Qiao stared at his uncle in a daze, and the question in his heart turned over and over: Uncle is just the head of this remote mountain village, and he has never been out of these mountains in his life, so he can afford to drink such expensive tea? Can you afford to hire five or six villagers to work as helpers at home? Unexpectedly paid a high fee for my cousin to study abroad? can actually know the king in a big city, and invite him to his house just to see a tomb?

I heard my mother say that since my aunt passed away after giving birth to my cousin, my uncle did not remarry, and it was not easy to serve my grandparents and grandmothers alone, and pull my cousin to grow up. My uncle's village chief was taken over from my grandfather, and the people in the village lived better and better under his leadership.

Jiang Qiao looked at his uncle's face, and felt that the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't see it clearly, and he always felt as if a large black and red mist was covering his face, and the mist surrounded his uncle's entire head, leaving only the part below the neck. Jiang Qiao rubbed his eyes, and the scene in front of him returned to normal.

Jiang Qiao took another sip of tea, grabbed the photo in his pocket tightly with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I haven't cared about my cousin's situation after coming back for so long, how is she?" ”

The uncle was stunned for a moment, and the movement of holding the wine glass froze, and soon recovered his naturalness, and said: "You said Ah Xin, she is very good outside, and she said that she has to work during the holidays and can't come back, haha, she is sensible." ”

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen my cousin yet, I heard my mother say that my cousin is very good-looking, much better looking than me, is this my cousin?" Jiang Qiao gritted his teeth, handed the photo in his pocket to his uncle, sighed and said, "I haven't seen my cousin's photo for so long since I returned home, and I found it under my grandmother's desk." ”

The uncle stared at the photo in Jiang Qiao's hand, and did not immediately reach out to take it, but hesitated before taking the photo tremblingly. The uncle hurriedly glanced at the person in the photo, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's her, how did you find this photo, this was taken by Ah Xin before he went abroad." My grandmother kept it as a treasure. ”

"Providence, maybe my grandmother wants me to see it."

The last thing Jiang Qiao wanted to admit in her heart still happened, the moment she saw the photo, she had this idea in her heart, who else could stand with her grandmother and uncle and smile brightly in the photo, except for this cousin who had never met before.

Jiang Qiao casually asked for the photo back and put it in her pocket, she knew that her uncle was looking at her with inquiring eyes, she looked back at the other party without avoidance, and sure enough, her uncle avoided her eyes.

Where is my cousin, or maybe a mountain ghost, now?

Does my uncle know that my cousin has become a mountain ghost?

It was destined to be another sleepless night.

The next day, Jiang Qiao got up early in the morning, pulled Jiang Li, and sneaked out of the backyard, sure enough, Ah Le was not far from the backyard, squatting boredly waiting for them, while nibbling on the sugar bun in his hand. Seeing Jiang Qiao and the others coming, he took out two eggs and two sugar buns from his pocket and handed them to the two of them.

Jiang Qiao and Jiang Li sneaked out, just before eating, Jiang Qiao took the steaming eggs and sugar buns, touched Ah Ledi's head approvingly, peeled the egg shell, handed it to Jiang Li, and the three of them set off to walk up the mountain.

Ah Le was not very familiar with that church, if he hadn't accidentally discovered this building with Jiang Qiao before, even he, a boy who ran all over the mountains all day, wouldn't have known that there was such a building hidden in the mountains.

Originally, he didn't pay much attention to this, but there were a lot of Guanyin vegetables and thorny dragon bud trees hidden in the forest near the church, which was his mother's favorite wild vegetable, so he went a lot, but he didn't expect to meet the mountain ghost when picking thorny dragon buds.

Since then, he has never been to that area again, if it weren't for Jiang Qiao mentioning to let him lead the way, it is estimated that he would never want to go to the place that gave him nightmares in his life.

Jiang Qiao followed behind Ah Le, didn't talk much all the way, and was still thinking about the conversation with her uncle last night, she didn't have time to talk to Jiang Li about these things, and she didn't know how to say it, so she kept it in her heart.

Suddenly, she thought of something, she took out the photo in her pocket, handed it to Ah Le, who was leading the way, and said, "Ah Le, look, is this the mountain ghost you saw?" ”

Ah Le took the photo suspiciously, looked at it and said, "Isn't this Sister A Xin?" No, it's not the one I've seen ... Mountain ghosts. ”

Jiang Qiao stopped in surprise, what, didn't Ah Le see it?

Jiang Li was walking with his head down, but he was almost hit by her sudden braking, and as soon as he looked up, he heard Jiang Qiao's voice in disbelief:

"Is there more than one mountain ghost?"