"Okay, well, since you don't want to call the police, then forget it, this is your freedom, we don't interfere, boss, you can draw a map." Jiang Qiao smiled and played a round. The boss saw that Jiang Qiao was a little girl who was gentle and well-behaved, and she was kind and angry, and her anger suddenly disappeared a lot.

He went back to his room and took out a pen and paper, and drew a map of the torn magazine, the lines crooked, like ghost drawings, where to read. Mao Daxin was about to speak, but he didn't expect Jiang Qiao to open his mouth first.

"By the way, there's another thing, there was a little girl named Tumi who came with her boyfriend before, and said that she also lived with you, do you remember?"

Jiang Li glanced at Jiang Qiao, not understanding what she was doing at this time.

The boss was concentrating on artistic creation, and was about to express his dissatisfaction with Jiang Qiao's interruption of his train of thought, but when he heard Jiang Qiao's description, he really remembered the situation at that time, and said: "Oh, there is such a little couple, don't say, that little girl has a special name and is also good-looking." What's wrong? ”

"Oh, did you tell her about the Bridal Pool?" Jiang Qiao asked.

"No, half of us don't recommend tourists to go there to play, one is that the road is not easy to walk, and the other is really unlucky, but there is one thing that is quite strange." The boss shook his head and said.

"What's the matter? I see that she often talks to herself by herself, and she doesn't know what she is talking about. The boss stopped writing and recalled.

"Talking to yourself?" Jiang Qiao muttered and repeated the word.

"Xiao Qiao, your question will be discussed later, boss, your map is too abstract, how can we understand it." Mao Daxin couldn't help but speak.

"I'm already very accurate in this drawing, okay, you see this is a tree, this is a road, turn left here, isn't it very clear." The boss expressed indignation at Mao Daxin's lack of appreciation for his artistic level.

Ah Moon pulled the corner of his clothes and said with a smile: "It's okay, I can understand, when I used to go to the countryside with my father, I often helped him look at this kind of hand-drawn map." She turned to Jiang Qiao and said, "Xiao Qiao, take advantage of the time for you to straighten your hair, it's very messy." ”

Jiang Qiao brushed the messy hair that fell from his temples with his hand and asked, "Boss, do you have a comb, I'm too lazy to go upstairs." ”

The boss just finished his masterpiece and was appreciating his work with satisfaction, when he heard Jiang Qiao say this, he nodded busily: "Yes, there must be one in the child's mother's room, I'll find it for you." Here, this map is for you, you follow the above route, and you will be able to get there. ”

Mao Daxin took the map and looked at it, there were crooked lines and a few strange shapes on the paper, not a word, and he sighed: "Boss, you should write me a few words." ”

"Oops, didn't I write, left, right, I haven't written for more than 20 years, and I forgot a lot of words, you can take this picture and see it there, I'll go get a comb." The boss smiled embarrassedly and entered the house.

Ah Moon took the hand-drawn drawing from Mao Daxin's hand and looked at it, Mao Daxin said worriedly: "Do you really understand?" ”

"Don't worry, even if the map is not accurate, Ah Moon can use something else to show the way." Jiang Li said.

After waiting for a while, the boss finally came down from the third floor and said with a smile: "Hey, my daughter-in-law took a lot of things away when she left, and I usually don't use a comb, so I've been looking for a long time, you can make do with this first." As he spoke, he handed Jiang Qiao a wooden comb.

Jiang Qiao took the wooden comb, looked at it, was stunned, and asked softly: "

The boss was talking to Mao Daxin, but he didn't hear Jiang Qiao's words.

Jiang Qiao pulled his neck and shouted, "Boss, where did this comb come from?" I could hear the trembling in her voice.

"This comb? I found it under my daughter-in-law's drawer? What's wrong? Broken? "The boss didn't understand how this old comb could make this little girl who had been smiling and whispering so much of a reaction.

Several other people discovered Jiang Qiao's abnormality and gathered around, and with just a glance, they knew why Jiang Qiao had such a big reaction. The texture and pattern of this wooden comb are very similar to the one in Tumi: they are carved with a flower that has never been seen before, and it is lifelike.

At first glance, you can tell that it is the work of the same craftsman.

"Boss, think about the origin of this wooden comb." Mao Daxin said hurriedly, he handed the comb to the boss, so that he could see it more clearly.

"This... Comb... I remembered, nothing special, the older generation of women in our village have a handful, that is, the old craftsmen in our village made it themselves, there was no money before, there was no dowry, that is, when the girl got married, she brought a comb to the bottom of the box, and the flowers on it were our unique white camellia. The boss took the comb and looked at it carefully, and remembered it without spending any effort.

"Where's the craftsman?" Jiang Qiao asked.

"Died early." The boss said with some pity: "Oh, it's a pity that he didn't find a successor for his craft, making a comb is a trivial matter, as long as it is furniture made of wood, he will, do it well." Alas, our village is not good, it is going to die, and there is no one left. In a few years, alas, it's time to die. "The owner was very emotional.

"Dead ... The trail is broken again... Jiang Qiao's expression was gloomy and he muttered to himself.

"What's the clue?" The boss asked quizzably.

Mao Daxin gave Ah Moon a try, Ah Moon understood, pulled Jiang Qiao aside, Mao Daxin interrupted with a smile: "Boss, it's not like it, it's such a big village, how can you say that there is no one." ”

The boss looked at the tulou where he lived lonely, and said with emotion: "You don't know, this building, there used to be more than 20 households, it was full, and now there is no one, I am left alone to guard, and the other buildings are also, most of them are empty, and they look terrible at night." ”

Mao Daxin was also a little surprised: "So much less?!" ”

"Are you going from here?" Mao Daxin took a breath, snatched the map from Ah Moon's hand and looked at it, and immediately gave up again, he stood on a tall stone and wanted to see the front clearly, but his eyes were full of green, and he couldn't tell where they were now.

"Don't worry, you're not wrong. Do you hear the sound of water? We should be almost there. Xiao Qiao, why didn't you talk all the way, still thinking about the comb? Ah Moon looked at Jiang Qiao worriedly, since just now, her face has not been very good, and she looks worried.

"It's just a pity for me, the clue that I finally got is broken again, the craftsman who made the comb is dead, and we can't ask anything from his mouth anymore." Jiang Qiao reluctantly hooked the corners of his mouth and said softly.

"We've got the answers we wanted." Jiang Li said solemnly.