The next day, as soon as dawn broke and the morning fog was thick, there was a crisp and rapid knock on the door of the North House.

Last night, Sister Yun and I slept in our clothes, and when we heard the voice, we bent down and sat up in unison.

A familiar voice sounded at the door: Xiaohua, Xiaoyun, hurry up, let's go to "Potato Bay Village".

"Potato Bay Village?"

Sister Yun and I looked at each other, puzzled.

Potato Bay Village is a village that sounds quite far away, but it is not unfamiliar.

If our town is compared to a country, then Potato Bay Village is a "bustling metropolis" among the first line.

When I was in high school, when I heard that a classmate's home was from Potato Bay Village, I would naturally feel that I was several levels lower than others.

Every year during the school holidays, as long as the parents of Potato Bay Village come to the school to pick up and drop off students, most of them will drive expensive cars. At this time, when I was sitting on a motorcycle, I would be red in the face because I was greeted by a classmate from Tuwan Village who was sitting in the car.

According to legend, 30 years ago, there was a village party secretary in Tuwan Village who was both diligent and economically minded. After persuading the villagers, he integrated thousands of acres of fields in the village and built a "mushroom industrial park" through the introduction of foreign capital.

Facts have proved that the decision made by this village party secretary with extraordinary courage is very wise.

Concentrate on one thing, and if you don't succeed, you will become a good person.

As the mushroom industry in Tuwan Village grows bigger and better, the villagers' lives are getting richer day by day.

One year, a classmate from Potato Bay Village kindly invited me to sit at his house, but I was disrespectful, so I had to spend half a month's living expenses to buy a bag of gifts and follow him to see the prosperity of Potato Bay Village.

When you arrive at the entrance of the village, just seeing a majestic bluestone archway is already shocking.

Further inside, you can see several wide, straight roads, winding and shuttling at the foot of hundreds of two-storey houses.

At that time, although I wanted to take a few more looks, I was afraid that my classmates would look down on me, so I tightened my gaze and pretended to be very aggressive.

After arriving at his house, because he couldn't stand the extravagance of his family, he felt embarrassed from time to time, so he briefly talked to his parents, looked for a pretext, and returned home.

That day, walking on the path between the villages, I happened to meet the village chief Liu Minxiao.

When he turned around, I glanced at him fiercely, and thought: We are all village heads, and you can't lead us to make a fortune with dozens of people in our village? Sycophants.

After graduating, when we went back to school to collect the notice, we suddenly heard that the village party secretary of Potato Bay Village had passed away unexplained.

As for his death, the classmates in Potato Bay Village were all secretive.

Now, when Sister Yun and I walked out of the house and washed up, my mother brought a fragrant meal and said, "Hurry up and eat, let's leave after eating."

"Mom, what's the matter? Rushing to Potato Bay Village so early and in such a panic? ”

My mother picked up a bowl of rice porridge, poured it into her stomach in a big gulp, and said vaguely: Don't ask, eat quickly.

My father, who was lying on the sofa, had also woken up early, but his face was calm and bored.

When we got up and left the house, he spit out the words that he had held in his stomach with difficulty: I think that, that is all a lie, if not, come back early.

"Okay, you take care of the boss."

My mother led me and Sister Yun out of the courtyard without looking back.

The sky is getting brighter, and the fog has not yet cleared.

The two lights of the car, like a pair of sharp swords, stabbed in the fog, but they still couldn't pierce the white world.

It takes half an hour to get from our village to Potato Bay Village.

Along the way, looking at my mother with an uneasy expression, I couldn't help asking: Mom, what's wrong? Tell me about it.

My mother grabbed my head, leaned into Sister Yun's ear with me, and whispered: Last night, I saw Wen Wenwang looking at the two of you with the wrong eyes, and as long as he was hugged by the two of you, he couldn't stop crying. I see, eighty percent of you are entangled in that filthy thing.

"Dirty?"

I muttered, finally understanding what my mom was referring to.

Sister Yun smiled and said: Auntie, do you still believe that?

My mother thought for a while and said: More than ten years ago, Xiaohua's grandfather was still alive. At the beginning of summer one year, he pushed a cart of vegetables to the village of Tuwan to sell. At noon, the vegetables were sold out, and he was ready to push the cart back. At this moment, a mad cow covered in blood and beastly hair ran out of the village. Whenever it encounters a living creature, it will pierce it with its sharp horns, thus injuring many villagers. At that time, there was an old man of the same age as your grandfather, who was chased by a mad bull and fled to the entrance of the village in a panic. Your grandfather, though he was over sixty years old, was a strong man of great health, and he was a well-known strong man, and he was very courageous, and he was not afraid of the mad bull rushing at him. He glanced quickly at the ground, and saw a piece of a hundred or ten pounds of shaft, so he shouted at the old man to avoid it, and at the same time picked up the shaft and threw it at the mad cow. A hundred or ten pounds of Lu Shaft, not to mention smashing a cow, is to smash an elephant, it is estimated that it can be smashed to death. After that, the mad cow was stoned to death, and the old man was saved.

At this point, my mom paused, as if recalling that bloody scene.

I hurriedly asked: What happened later? Could it be that we went to Potato Bay Village to find the old man?

My mother glanced out of the foggy window, with a hint of strangeness flowing in her pupils, and continued: "The old man is grateful to your grandfather for saving his life, and invited him to sit at home. However, he politely declined because his family was busy with farming. Before parting, the old man took him aside and said to him with a mysterious look that tonight a beautiful young woman would come into his dream and thank him, asking him not to be afraid, that person was his grandmother. Also, if he encounters some strange things that cannot be resolved by human power in the future, he can come to Potato Bay Village at any time to ask for his help. That night, your grandfather did dream of a young woman who thanked him, and who looked and talked exactly like the old man had said. A few years later, before he died, he told me about this strange thing.

After my mother finished speaking, she remembered her grandfather, and her eyes were shining with stars, and she wanted to cry.

I asked, "Mom, what's the name of that old man?"

My mother scratched her head, pondered for a while, and said: His surname is Yan, and his name has two characters, but I only remember one word for benevolence. Let's go to their village and ask them in a moment.

I patted Sister Yun on the shoulder, leaned into her ear, and asked, "Sister, do you believe in the theory of ghosts and gods?"

Before Sister Yun could reply, my mother dragged me to the seat and said, "You doll, how can your grandfather's words be fake?"

In my memory, my grandfather was a man of flesh and blood. I never dared to question his words.

Sister Yun didn't look over her head and said with a smile: Let's go and see, maybe we are really entangled in something.

The fog has mostly disappeared, and the sunshine that spreads across the earth is like a freshly baked green onion cake, yellow and yellow.

Before I knew it, the car had already driven to the entrance of Potato Bay Village.

Looking up, the bluestone archway with carved beams and painted buildings still stands in the center of the village entrance.

Looking at the village, the small houses with two-storey heights and white frames are lined up one after another, like a realm of heaven and abundance that is out of the world.

At this time, an aunt who was exercising in the morning came from a distance, and my mother pushed the car door, greeted her, and asked: Eldest sister, how is the Yan family going?

The aunt giggled and said: There are several families surnamed Yan in our village, including Yan Hua, Yan Xiangwen, and Yan Junguo......

My mother cut off her words and asked, "Is there an old man named Yan Ren, his name has two words, and I forgot one, do you know?"

Unexpectedly, the originally pleasant aunt listened to my mother's words, and suddenly, her brows were furrowed, her eyes turned cold, and then she left quickly without saying a word.

I got out of the car, looked at Mu Mu's stunned mother, and asked: Is this old man Yan already abandoned?

My mother said: I saw something unusual in the eyes of the eldest sister just now.

At this time, a black car drove out of the village, and my mother said: If you go and ask, you will say to find Grandpa Yan Ren and see what he says.

I stepped forward, stopped the car, and when I touched my face, I found that this person was my high school classmate Xiao Yuan. After a few warm greetings with him, I asked: Is there an old man named Yan Ren in your village? I have something to do with him.

After listening to my words, Xiao Yuan pulled his face with a smile, rolled up the window tremblingly, slammed the accelerator, and quickly disappeared at the end of the village road.

My mother strode up, saw that my face was misty, and said, "Look, what your grandfather said is not true at all, right?" This old man Yan and his ancestors must be extraordinary.

I nodded and said, "Mom, when the people in Potato Bay Village mention Old Man Yan, they all talk about the tiger's color change, why are you looking for him?" Moreover, we don't know if he is good or bad, but don't add new sorrows to the old troubles?

My mom thumped me on the arm and scolded, "You crow's mouth." Your grandfather was kind to him back then, if he will take revenge, is he still a person?

A sound of chanting poetry came from the village. A little boy who looked like he was seven or eight years old, carrying a huge schoolbag, walked out with difficulty.

I walked to the car window, knocked on it, and smiled at Sister Yun: Big beauty, it's time for you to play, use your beauty and wisdom to make the little boy's words.

"Get out." Sister Yun scolded me and got out of the car.

My mom stood by and watched us both amuse, covering her mouth and laughing.

When the little boy saw Sister Yun, he was very happy, shaking his little head to recite poems to her.

Sister Yun laughed sweetly a few times and said: You first tell your aunt where Grandpa Yan Ren's home is, and I will listen to you recite poems.

"Wow", the little boy raised his head and cried. After that, the young body, dragging the heavy schoolbag, ran crookedly towards the entrance of the village.

Seeing this, the three of us were extremely surprised, and felt like we were in the wrong place, and we were speechless for a while.

Sister Yun said: Auntie, I will see that if I continue to ask, I still find nothing. Why don't we drive around the village, I think Grandpa Yan's home should be different from others.

"Well, that's fine."

My mother, who has always been very backbone, thinks that this is the only way.

The sky was clear, and you could hear the crisp birdsong everywhere.

Walking around Potato Bay Village, all you can see are two-story houses with a unified architectural style.

As we drove towards the heart of the road, the more we walked inside, the more we felt that the road was wide and the atmosphere was cold. The number of bungalows built in this area is scarce and the density is low, which is very unconventional.

After another two or three minutes, it became even more empty and lonely. A circle of bungalows, as if trying to avoid the center, are all built inside and out, without worrying about lighting.

The car skated slowly for about a hundred meters, and in front of us, a cold gray color appeared.