The woman stretched out her hands, held Abu's head and kept touching it, and muttered, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Yang Luo looked at the woman, according to Abu's age, this woman would definitely not be more than forty years old, but her skin was dark, her face was carved with the grooves of time, and her hair was already gray. Her hands, in particular, resemble old dry branches, with folded skin.

And what made Yang Luo pay attention was the woman's dress. It's not like an Afghan woman, who wears a robe and a scarf and wraps herself tightly. It's not like the Uyghur women Yang Luo has seen, who like to wear traditional clothes. It's simple, navy blue pants, floral plaid tops, although they are all patches, but they are clean. The feet were wearing black cloth shoes, the kind of mille-feuille cloth shoes that he had accepted, and Yang Luo was very familiar with this kind of shoes. When he was a child, he didn't wear the kind of shoes made for him by the aunt in the village.

"Abu, are you a guest?" The woman's words made Yang Luo stunned, they stood all the time, did not speak or move, she was blind, how did she know.

Abu nodded: "There are guests, my very good friend." ”

The woman frowned and turned her head to look over. Yang Luo looked at the woman and found that her eyes were big and her eyelashes were very long, and when she was young, these eyes must have been very beautiful. It is estimated that with these eyes, I don't know how many adolescent boys have been fascinated. It's just that now her pupils seem to be covered with a transparent film. Cataract, this is Yang Luo's first reaction when he sees a woman's eyes. And it's so serious that you don't need an instrument to see it.

Yang Luo smiled slightly, the women are not completely blind yet, and they should be able to see their vague figures faintly: "Sister-in-law, hello!" Yang Luo spoke Chinese.

The woman was stunned, her face suddenly showed an excited look, and she actually said in Chinese: "Where are you from?" Then he pointed to the east. The woman's Mandarin is very good, and she also has the glutinous accent of Jiangnan, which should be in Yangzhou, and her voice is very good.

Yang Luo suddenly became curious about the identity of this woman: "Yes, we are tourists here, we met Abu in Kabul, he said that this place is beautiful, and then he brought us here." ”

"Oh oh oh!" The woman hurriedly patted Abu, "Abu, you are so old, how can you let the guests stand outside and let the guests into the house quickly." As she spoke, she glanced around vigilantly, but she couldn't see anything, and it was probably just a habit of hers.

Yang Luo and the three of them followed the woman into the house, with a small aisle in the middle, and rooms on both sides, each with a curtain spliced together with rags. Then a group of people went into the room on the left, which was low because there was only a small window, and it was still covered with plastic sheeting, and it was dark but not damp.

There was nothing in the room except a double bed and a low table. Just to Yang Luo's surprise, even surprise, on the wall facing the door, there was actually a portrait of Grandpa Mao. There are also several gouache paintings, willows, small rivers, ancient pavilions, and pictures of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River come to life. However, the color of the paper has been yellowed, and the gouache has not been treated, and the color has been lost, so it is clear that these paintings have been around for many years.

The woman said with a smile; "Sit down, I'll cook." As he spoke, he nodded to Abu, "Abu, you accompany the guests to chat." ”

Jacob's little girl stared at the big round eyes, and her eyes were grunting to look at this and that, and she didn't speak, but took out a piece of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulged, and her teeth touched the candy lump, and there was a rattling sound.

"I'm going to help mom cook!" After saying that, he opened his calves and ran out.

"Brother Yang, I'll pour water for you!" Abu turned and was about to go.

Yang Luo waved his hand and said, "No, when are you leaving?" ”

Abu was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I'll go over after dinner." ”

Yang Luo nodded: "You have to be careful!" ”

Abu said, "It's okay, I grew up there, and no one will be bad for me. ”

Yang Luo didn't say anything, but walked to the paintings and looked at them carefully. Li Tao and the madman glanced at each other, also observing the paintings. They are also very curious about who painted these paintings, especially the portrait of Grandpa Mao, which is not unusual if it is in China. Even now, some rural homes are hung on their walls. But here, it's a little unusual. The most important thing is that Abu's father is an East 1 Turkistan element, and hanging a portrait of Mao's grandfather at home is definitely a big rebellion for the East 1 Turkistan organization.

Abu saw that Yang Luo and the three of them were very interested in those paintings, and said: "Those were all painted by my mother, and when I was very young, I didn't paint anymore when I was sensible." It's just that when Abu looked at the portrait of Grandpa Mao, there was a confused look in his eyes, "I don't know who this portrait is, it was hung up after my father died, and my mother moved here with her sister." And they didn't let me tell anyone that there was this portrait in the house, and they didn't let me take anyone to the house. You are the first to come to my house. ”

Yang Luo's eyes have been looking at those paintings, although he can't draw, but he has learned calligraphy from the old man for so many years, even if he can't be called everyone, but his skills are quite profound. As the so-called calligraphy and painting are not separated, he can't paint, but he knows how to appreciate them, these paintings are very unusual, without more than ten or twenty years of skills, it is difficult to paint the charm of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

At this time, Yang Luo had a preliminary impression of Abu's mother, who was either born in a scholarly family, or was once a talented girl with high artistic quality. He was now curious about Abu's father, what kind of man, and a terrorist, could make such a woman so obsessed with marrying, and still make her abandon everything and run here.

At this time, Yang Luo suddenly remembered what Aguli's father had told him, Abu and his father had not been contaminated with the blood of the Huaxia people, nor had they set foot on the land of Huaxia. At the time, he didn't think much about it, but now that he thinks about it, it's a bit of a buyer's interest. After all, most of the terrorist actions in East Turkistan are aimed at the country, and looking at the degree of freedom Abu has here now, it shows that his father's status in East Turkistan is not low, and his prestige is still very high. Therefore, even if he died, no one embarrassed Abu, even if he bought Sumu Aishan. Then the problem arises, such a person has not stepped in the country, and has not been stained with the blood of the Chinese people. There are only two possibilities, one, Aguli lied to protect Abu. Two, that's a bit intriguing.

Time gradually passed in Yang Luo's thoughts, and Jacob ran in outside and shouted happily: "It's time to eat, mutton fat rice!" ”

Yang Luo came back to his senses, and Abu hurriedly ran out and brought the food in. Yang Luo was not polite, sat down at the simple table, picked up the bowl and ate. Look at Jacob's little girl desperately pulling it into her mouth, eating her mouth full of oil, rubbing her stomach and humming while eating, you can know that mutton fat soaked rice is definitely a very luxurious food for this family.

Yang Luo turned his attention away from the little girl and looked at Abu's mother. This woman eats very quietly, her movements are very gentle, and she eats without making a sound, all of which means that this woman is very educated. This made Yang Luo's heart full of curiosity, such a place, such a woman, no matter who it is, will feel unusual.

After eating, Jacob cleaned up the table very sensibly, and Yang Luo was taken to the opposite room by Abu, and he never communicated with Abu's mother.

Abu was embarrassed and said, "This is my room, but there is only one bed. ”

Yang Luo waved his hand; "It's okay, let's just lay the floor!"

"Three distinguished guests, I'm really sorry, because there have never been guests in the house, so there is no extra bed, so I can only aggrieved you to sleep on the ground." The woman and Jacob walked in with a shabby but clean quilt.

"Sister-in-law, you're so gracious, we're very grateful that you can let us stay at home." Yang Luo hurriedly took the futon and spread it on the ground.

The woman said, "It's late, so I won't disturb the rest of the three distinguished guests." After saying that, he turned around and walked out, "Abu, you come out with me." ”

Abu hurriedly ran out, the madman wanted to follow out, Yang Luo waved his hand to stop it, and shook his head. After about twenty minutes, footsteps sounded outside, and according to Yang Luo's judgment, it should be Abu leaving.

Yang Luo and the three of them lay there without speaking, looking at the dark roof, only the smoke in the mouths of the three of them flickered and flickered, bringing a little light to this dark space.

I don't know how long it took, but the madman quietly got up and walked out, and soon came back again: "They all slept!" ”

Yang Luo nodded, turned over and sat up: "Do you feel that Abu's mother is not simple. ”

Li Tao said: "Abu's mother is definitely not a Uyghur, which can be seen from her appearance. Moreover, she has a high level of cultural literacy and should have a very extraordinary past. ”

The madman chuckled under his breath, "I'm not interested in Abu's mother, I'm curious about his father. ”

"Smack!" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "The madman went with me, Abu's mother looks very old now, but she can't hide it, she used to be a very good woman." And Abu's father, what kind of person can make such a woman follow him with all her heart. ”

Li Tao said softly, "Actually, I've been thinking about this question all the time. ”

The madman touched his chin and said, "You say, could it be Abu's father who kidnapped his mother here?" Later, with Abu and Jacob, even if the man died, because of her maternal nature, she was reluctant to leave her child, so she could only accept her fate and stay here. ”

Yang Luo said: "It makes sense, but it's not likely. ”

"Click!" Li Tao took out the lighter and lit another cigarette, followed by a sigh, and then the faint light of the lighter found a rusty metal box under the bed.

Li Tao curiously pulled out the box, there was a lock on it, he pulled out two steel wires from the cuffs, inserted them along the keyhole, and then fiddled with it a few times, and with a click, the lock opened.

Yang Luo and the madman took out a lighter and lit it, and they were also very curious to come over and find that it was full of children's toys. There are dolls carved by trees, and various animals made of mud.

The madman rolled his eyes: "These are all toys that Abu played with when he was a child. ”

Li Tao ignored him at all, and took out all the things inside with interest, and finally it was something tightly wrapped in cloth. Li Tao opened it curiously, and after listening to the three layers inside and the three layers outside, he didn't expect that it was just a photo inside.

Yang Luo took the photo over, took a picture with a lighter, and his eyes suddenly widened, "How is it possible!" ”