Jin'er was already frightened, and her white hands didn't know where to put them.

She needs to be experienced, otherwise how will she go down with Qin Lingxuan in the future and experience those terrifying "catastrophes" together, she is just a fledgling now, and if she continues to develop like this, she can only be an oil bottle!

"Jin'er, are you alright?" Qin Lingxuan asked with concern.

"It's okay, don't worry about me!" Jin'er clenched her hands and turned them into fists, but her sharp nails sank into the skin, carving bright red marks on her white and tender palms.

"What's that haunting, you say?" Ran Ran stabilized her emotions and decided to ask the old farmer about the reason for the haunting.

"I don't know anything, don't ask me," the old farmer shook his head frantically, looking a little ghostly.

"How could you not know?"

"I'm just a countryman, how can I know so much!" The old farmer deliberately increased the speed of the tractor, and the roar was deafening, so that he could no longer hear their questions.

Qin Lingxuan smiled bitterly for a while, it seemed that he couldn't count on this old farmer, he refused to say anything.

After several attempts, Jin'er finally put away her fear, she blinked her eyes, and asked Qin Lingxuan suspiciously: "Qin Lingxuan, you look at those corpses so strange!" ”

"Jin'er has become smarter!" Qin Lingxuan appreciated, in fact, from the very beginning, he had already found out that there was something wrong with those corpses, and he didn't deliberately say it, but he just wanted to force the old farmer's words out through Ran Ran's mouth.

"Ling, in my opinion, what kind of word does the arrangement of those corpses look like!" Ran Ran boldly said his guess, as for what the words were, he couldn't see it at all.

"You're right, the arrangement of corpses is indeed one word!" Qin Lingxuan kept shaking his head, adjusting his position, and investigating this word from different directions.

"Ling, do you see anything?" Ran Ran learned from him and observed for a long time, but he didn't find it.

"Ancient!" Qin Lingxuan's voice became louder, and even the old farmer who was in the noise of the tractor was shocked, he tilted his head and stared at the group of corpses with his eyes.

"Ancient? Why can't I see it? Jin'er tugged at the corners of her clothes and pursed her mouth.

"I can't see it either!" Even if Qin Lingxuan said the words presented by the arrangement of the corpses, Ran Ran still couldn't see it.

"Head to four o'clock, eyes to three o'clock!" Qin Lingxuan taught them her own methods.

Ran Ran followed Qin Lingxuan's method to do it, but her neck was crooked, and she couldn't twist it, "Help, help me!" He pleaded embarrassedly.

"Jin'er, what are you doing?" Qin Lingxuan had just straightened Ran Ran's neck, but Jin'er had become a crooked neck again, and her eyes were still turning up and down.

"No, I want to see how you do it," Jin'er immediately straightened her neck, don't look at what Qin Lingxuan said, her neck was shifted to four o'clock, and her eyes were looking at three o'clock, which was not something ordinary people could do, so she wanted to try it.

"Gu should represent the ancient village, it seems that the ancient village is really surging!" Qin Lingxuan sighed with emotion, excited in her heart.

"It can only be explained like this," although Ran Ran couldn't see the words on the corpse arrangement, she trusted Qin Lingxuan very much.

"Let's take one step at a time, no one can escape it!" Qin Lingxuan's words were comforting them and herself.

"Uncle, can you turn down your voice a little bit!" Ran Ran discussed with him that the sound of the tractor was too noisy and noisy, which made him a little upset.

"Yes!" The old farmer slowed down and said to them

"The voice is small, but the distance is far away!" ”

"Uncle, take us to the ancient village!" Qin Lingxuan's tone was still calm, without the slightest nervousness and crampedness, and he was polite to the old farmer.

"Don't go to the ancient village, let's go to Muzi Village with me!" The old farmer's idea can really be called "the wind can't blow away, the thunder can't move", and from beginning to end, he never wavered at all.

"Actually, I went to the ancient village to find my grandmother," Qin Lingxuan saw through some of the old farmers' thoughts, so he moved out his "bottom of the box", hoping that the old farmers could feel sincerity and sincerity.

"That's not going to work either!" The old farmer unceremoniously refused, leaving no room for negotiation at all.

"Just drop us off at your destination!"

"I can't help it, I can't help it!" The old farmer shook his head like a rattle, but his expression was unusually resolute.

"My grandmother is still waiting for me in the ancient village, she has a high ability!" Qin Lingxuan no longer discussed with him, but moved her grandmother out, hoping that the old farmer would know her.

Grandma is Taoist, in the countryside, superstition is a common phenomenon, as small as the Yellow Calendar, as large as the feng shui secretary, which do not use the traditional "superstition", not to say that ordinary people are so superstitious, even the rich and noble, also believe.

The old peasant's gray eyes rolled, this time he did not directly reject Qin Lingxuan's words, but fell into deep thought, as if he was thinking about something important.

"Yes, his grandmother is not shallow, and everyone in ten miles and eight towns should know her old man!" Ran Ran "followed the vine and touched the melon", and continued to add Qin Lingxuan's words.

"What's her name," the old peasant finally spoke, but his expression became serious, and his tone was extremely serious, and he was serious for fear of offending people.

"I, I don't know what her name is," Qin Lingxuan disturbed his head embarrassedly, when he left his grandmother, he was still young, where did he remember at that time, besides, whether it was grandma or the aunt who lived in the house, they never told grandma's name, aunt didn't seem to know grandma's real name, Qin Lingxuan asked several times, she just used "she" instead of grandma's name.

"You're not, I don't know my grandmother's name, why do you believe you!" The old farmer was a little speechless, how could anyone not know his grandmother's name, not that he had never met, let alone when he was born, heaven and man were separated forever, Qin Lingxuan's words were said, no one wanted to believe it.

Qin Lingxuan hesitated, his grandmother's voice and appearance flashed quickly in his head, he was trying to search for fragments of his life with his grandmother, hoping to come up with her name, even if he racked his brains, her name was still blank.

"Qin Lingxuan, think about it differently," Jin'er reminded on the side.

"That's right!" Qin Lingxuan slapped her thigh, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind!

"My hometown is a green glazed tile house, made of bamboo," Qin Lingxuan described the appearance of his hometown house to the old farmer.

"There are more green glazed tile houses, and most of the houses in the countryside are made of wood or bamboo! I don't know which one you're talking about. The old farmer lit a roll of grass cigarette and pecked it violently, spitting out a large smoke ring.

"By the way, there is a hundred-year-old plane tree at my doorstep...... Qin Lingxuan is full of confidence, this plane tree is not simple, looking at the entire Bixian County, I can't find a second one.

"Oh? It's her! The old farmer obviously knew where Qin Lingxuan's house was, so he extinguished the grass smoke he had just lit, threw it on the road, and let its sparks "squeak" and splash.

"You know?" Qin Lingxuan continued to ask.

The old farmer was extremely reluctant to admit it, but after thinking about it, he still made up his mind and no longer concealed it, because he couldn't afford to offend Qin Lingxuan's grandmother.

"Your grandmother's name is Shangguan Yunyun," the old peasant said

The words were full of awe, and even her eyes and state were the same as Qin Lingxuan's aunt and uncle, as if everyone mentioned her, they couldn't help but be in awe.

"Oh!" Qin Lingxuan dragged on for a long time, he finally knew his grandmother's name, otherwise he would be extremely guilty, sorry for his grandmother's love and care for him.

"She is indeed not shallow, and her character is even more excellent...... "The old farmer was full of praise for her, just as he had been boastful about the "liveliness" of the countryside before.

"Then you can take us to the ancient village!" Qin Lingxuan politely discussed with him, as the saying goes, people are familiar and easy to do, and it is an unchanging truth wherever they are.

"Don't embarrass me, I don't want to help you, I can't do it!" The old farmer suddenly had a sad face, and his eyes had lost their brilliance.

"Once, just help us ...... this time"

"The ...... of the Impossible Way"

Qin Lingxuan and Ran Ran didn't know what to say, the old farmer seemed to have eaten a scale, and there was no room for maneuver.

The situation was so deadlocked, no one spoke again, and each fell into deep thought.

Jin'er suddenly laughed, moved her delicate body little by little, approached the old farmer, and then stood up in the carriage, her cherry mouth was close to the old farmer's ear, and she said in a grunt.

The old farmer was unimpressed at first, but as Jin'er's words deepened, his face began to grow sluggish and stiff, and finally his mouth opened wide in surprise.

"How?" Jin'er shrank back and sat down on the haystack.

"You little girl, I have an idea, I'm afraid of you!" The old farmer paused, and continued helplessly, "Just once, I'll make an exception this time." ”

Qin Lingxuan and Ran Ran looked confused, they didn't know what Jin'er said, they could put this tenacious "old stubborn" straight, his words can be said to be hard to change......

From the time they got into the car to the present, their mouths have worn out, and they have never seen him change his caliber.

The old farmer drove the tractor and headed in the direction of the ancient village......

Along the way, no one said anything more, they were silent, and Qin Lingxuan didn't ask what Jin'er said to the old farmer!

The weather was still a little cool near night, and the three of them fell asleep unconsciously, blowing the wind......

With a "bang", the tractor stopped, and the three of them woke up from their sleep.

"Come on," said the old farmer, relieved, took out a roll of grass flame again, lit it, and sucked it with great pleasure.

"It's finally here," Jin'er stretched her waist, wrapped a pair of jade hands around Qin Lingxuan's neck, and asked delicately, "Your grandmother will ask me later, how will you introduce me?" ”

"Introducing grandly!" Qin Lingxuan said vaguely, he didn't know how to introduce Jin'er to his grandmother, after all, he had been away for so long, what kind of temperament his grandmother was, he had no impression for a long time, what if she didn't like Jin'er!

Jin'er hung her head in some frustration and stroked her golden curls with her hands!

Under a hundred-year-old sycamore, an old man in the last years of the wind and candle, wearing a simple green clothes, was leaning against the stump, she seemed to be watching something, her eyes were full of hope staring ahead, the yellow mud road......

Qin Lingxuan couldn't help but burst into tears, her grandmother was still so kind, kind, and kind, but the sharp knife of the years was ruthless, leaving too many scratches on her face and body......

"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise but does not ......wait" Qin Lingxuan was extremely sorry in his heart, this was a full thirteen years, these thirteen years, he had no contact with his grandmother, he secretly swore that he must be filial to his grandmother in the future, so that she can enjoy the joy of family......

(End of chapter)