It's dark and the road is difficult to walk, Kou Juncheng proposed, don't go up the mountain again, this road is difficult to walk during the day, the ditches are bumpy, if you don't pay attention to slipping down, such a high slope, if you don't die, you have to take half a life.

Lao Mengtou put Dasha on the ground, took the shovel in the hand of the mantra, and began to dig the soil.

Xi Menglan knew that it would not work if there was no light in the dark, so before going out, she specially carried a candle and a pack of matches, found a leeward place, and lit the candle, and all of a sudden, the surroundings became bright.

Lao Mengtou glanced at Xi Menglan's side, and told her to be sure to take care of the candles, if she is not careful, sparks fall in the forest, and when the mountain fire rises, even if the gods come, they can't be extinguished.

Xi Menglan didn't care about anything, just those candles, blocking the wind with her hands, trying to make the candles beat a little less.

The light of the candle is also insignificant in this dark night, but fortunately, you can see the place close and shine a light on the old Mengtou.

Unconsciously, Xi Menglan squatted on her legs, leaned back, sat on the ground, the candlelight danced twice, the bored Xi Menglan sat on the ground and looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Dasha's body.

When I saw him during the day, his face was blue, but now he was black, and he could only see a black shadow, and he couldn't see anything else, let alone his face, but the candlelight was beating, pulling his shadow long.

Xu stared at the dead man for too long, Xi Menglan felt that the back of her neck was cold, so she withdrew her gaze, did not continue to look at him, got up and stood beside Kou Juncheng, and the fear in her heart slowly faded.

"What's wrong, isn't it cold?"

Kou Juncheng touched Xi Menglan's cheek, it was cold and cold, knowing that the mountain wind in the forest was hard, he took off his coat and draped it on Xi Menglan's body.

I don't know how long I waited, Lao Mengtou dug the pit, dragged Dasha's corpse into the pit, and when he buried the person, he lit a cigarette and inserted it on it, and he didn't know what to mutter, muttered a few words, sat on the ground and wiped his sweat, panting heavily.

Xi Menglan looked at him tired like this, and his face was also full of helplessness, Kou Juncheng wanted to help several times, but he didn't let him, saying that he was going to bury the life-saving benefactor with his own hands, but he couldn't resist him, so he let him do his best.

The cigarette slowly burned out, the cigarette butt was extinguished, and when several people were about to go back to the village, they looked at a figure standing in the distance.

Xi Menglan carried the candle and shone it over there, it was none other than Kou Zhenge.

Kou Zhenge tilted his head and looked at the ground behind Old Mengtou, his brows furrowed.

"Flatten the cover in front of this, so that people can't see that there are pits dug here."

Lao Mengtou turned around and looked behind him, and didn't say much, he went up directly and began to step on the ground with his feet, and it took five minutes to step on the soil firmly.

Kou Zhenge didn't know where to drag a bunch of blades of grass and scattered them on Dasha's grave, fiddling with them randomly, feeling that he couldn't see the problem, he got up and patted the soil on his body, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What are you doing here, go back."

Kou Zhenge looked at Old Mengtou and beckoned.

Old Meng didn't speak, took a sharp puff of cigarette, nodded and walked down the mountain.

Back in the village, Kou Zhenge did not go back to his home, and followed them to Kou Juncheng's house.

Xi Menglan prepared clean clothes for Lao Mengtou, and the clothes he wore when he came were changed and thrown away, and there was a saying in the village that the clothes that were contaminated with the corpse would be bad luck when worn, so they were thrown away.

The tea was prepared, no one moved a sip, Kou Zhenge and Lao Mengtou sat quietly opposite each other, two people, you look at me, I look at you, there seems to be something to say in their eyes, but no one has said anything.

Xi Menglan called Kou Juncheng out, stood at the door and pointed to the two people inside.

"What's the situation, these two people, it seems that something is going on, the second uncle doesn't speak, and the father doesn't speak, the two of them sit there without saying a word, how strange."

Xi Menglan leaned into Kou Juncheng's ear and whispered.

Kou Juncheng didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the two old men, so he shook his head, and didn't dare to guess. The two of them waited quietly at the door, hoping that the two of them could talk slowly.

But it was different from what the two of them expected, the two old men just sat there, without a single punctuation mark, without sighing, and without drinking tea.

Kou Zhenge got up, walked to the door, saw the two of them standing outside the door, and said to rest early, nothing else.

Lao Mengtou sat quietly, raised his hand and took a sip of the herbal tea on the table, sighed secretly, and when he got up and walked to the door, he followed Kou Zhenge's exact eyes, glanced at them, said the same thing, and went back to his room.

Kou Juncheng and Xi Menglan were both stunned, these two old men had a tacit understanding to say a word, and they were all the same when they said a word.

"What did you say happened to the two of them today?"

Lying on the bed, the two of them couldn't sleep, thinking about the two of them, and began to talk.

"I don't know, according to my guess, it must have something to do with that big sha."

Xi Menglan pillowed Kou Juncheng's arm, snuggled into his arms, and whispered.

"You said that we can understand Dasha like that, so what do you think is the reason for the second uncle?"

Kou Juncheng put his arms around Xi Menglan, his tone was full of doubts, his second uncle he still understood, dull and silent, he had always been nosy, and now watching him take care of this matter, he felt that something was wrong.

Xi Menglan suddenly thought of something, sat up suddenly, looked at Kou Juncheng and said, "You said, in addition to Dad, among the five people saved by Dasha, is there a second uncle?" ”

Xi Menglan originally thought like this, but as soon as the words came out, she regretted it, and at that time she heard that she was protecting the roots of Daliushu Village, those people were all from Daliushu Village, and there were no people from other villages.

"No, the second uncle said that Dasha's death was related to the government, think about it, if he didn't know, how could he know this, could it be that Dasha's death had something to do with the second uncle?"

Xi Menglan knew that her thoughts were a little divergent, but this was not random speculation, if it weren't for an internal insider, no one in the village would know Dasha, but the taciturn second uncle would.

"The second uncle has always been idle about things, maybe he knew that this matter had something to do with us, so he helped us, in order to reduce our mistakes."

Kou Juncheng also had doubts in his heart, but after thinking about it, it was his second uncle, and he still didn't want to say that.

"Then how to explain his words, he knows Dasha's identity, his ins and outs, and what country and government he said, tell me, who is the second uncle?"

Xi Menglan seemed to have a new idea about this matter, and her eyes looked at Kou Juncheng without blinking.

Kou Juncheng was speechless, but the doubts in his heart slowly expanded.