Ge San's existence is a-stirring stick, and as soon as he leaves, the people in the village have a lot of worries.

chatting and chatting, the two met Huzi, and before Jiang Zhimiao could react, Yang Shumei said hello.

"Huzi, where are you going?" She said with a smile.

He was stunned, raised his head slightly, and responded with a face like ashes: "Aunt Huaihua." ”

Yang Shumei shook her head and responded: "Where are you going?" It's so cold, and you're still out of the village at this time? ”

By the glimmer of light on the horizon, the two of them saw that he was disheveled, unkempt, faint, and could smell a strange smell, he stared at a pair of empty and godless eyes, and blood stains were faintly visible between his chapped lips.

Yang Shumei was startled, scattered melon seeds on the ground, and hurriedly pulled his arm and looked at him: "Huzi, what's wrong with you?" Why are you in such bad spirits?"

He pursed his lips, his chapped lips moistened a little, and pulled out a pale smile: "Auntie, I'm fine." When the words fell, his eyes flickered, and he lowered his head in shame.

To say that Yang Shumei has made friends with a lot of people on weekdays, clear-eyed people know what's going on at a glance, but they are still in a hurry to step on people's sore spots, isn't this a lack of heart

Lacking heart and eyes to this extent, Jiang Zhimiao was also drunk, she glanced at her helplessly, and said: "Auntie, Brother Huzi has something to do, let him do it, it's not too early this day, I'm afraid that the osmanthus and they are also waiting at home." ”

Yang Shumei glanced at her stunned, and said, "Yes, yes." ”

Jiang Zhimiao smiled, hurriedly pulled her in front of him, turned his head and said to Huzi: "Brother Huzi, I'm sorry, it's not too early this day, go early and return early." ”

Huzi glanced at him blankly, nodded stunned, and walked towards the outside of the village without looking back.

"Hey, why did you let him go, I haven't asked enough." Yang Shumei looked at Jiang Zhimiao in confusion and said indignantly.

Jiang Zhimiao sighed helplessly: "Auntie, you can have a snack, this tiger brother has become like this, you still keep asking questions, if you want to be someone else, I'm afraid I would have cut you a long time ago, can you still stand here?" ”

If it was her, she chattered again and again, and she didn't have the kindness to hold back from cutting her.

Yang Shumei paused in picking up melon seeds, "Ah", opened her mouth wide, and said in a trance: "Didn't I say anything?" Am I also concerned about him? I'm kind. ”

Seeing that the more she talked, the less confident she became, Jiang Zhimiao smiled and persuaded: "Good intentions are good, but you also have to distinguish the time, like Brother Hu Zi, it is better to accept good intentions, otherwise, even good intentions will become bad intentions." ”

She squatted on the ground and thought for a while, as if she had something in common, she scratched her head in annoyance, nodded and said, "I know, I know." ”

She was also confused by lard, if she hadn't mentioned it, she really didn't think of this stubble, she was still talking about Ge San before, why didn't she forget it when she turned her head

No matter how good Huzi is, he is just a child who has not yet started a family, his father and mother are in prison, and it is almost the New Year, and there is no confidant around him to take care of him, so he can't be cold.

As soon as she thought of this, Yang Shumei's eyes lit up, and she secretly made up her mind that she was bound to give him a big girl with a good ass and a capable person.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, and when she looked annoyed, she thought she had repented, so she nodded with relief.

In fact, if she knew that what she wanted was 108,000 miles away from what she said, she would be eager to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and she wasted so many tongues just to make her grow snacks, and her mouth was a little guarded, this guy actually wanted to be a matchmaker, and the span was inevitably too big.

Jiang Zhimiao slowed down, a trace of relief crossed his face, and he smiled warmly: "Auntie, it's good if you understand." ”

Yang Shumei nodded casually, rubbed the melon seeds she picked up on her jacket indiscriminately, and picked up one without hurry: "Got it, got it." ”

The two chatted all the way, until Jiang Zhimiao arrived at the door of the house, she still reluctantly chatted a few words, seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao smiled palely, and then entered the door without looking back under her reluctant gaze.

Entering the courtyard door, she slowed down her pace, and observed through the crack in the door that Yang Shumei was gone, and then she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Aunt Shumei's mouth is too good to chatter, and she talks while snorting along the way, but she hasn't stopped, which really makes her admire.

It is not unreasonable to say that Fang Huaihua and Yang Shumei can play together, and after listening to this way, Jiang Zhimiao was a little tired.

"Sister, sister, you can be regarded as back." Minghuai rushed to Jiang Zhimiao and gasped.

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned for a moment, a trace of doubt crossed his face, and he was puzzled: "What happened?" She squatted up and wiped the sweat from his head, "What's wrong?" Look at your urgency, running sweaty. ”

Minghuai wiped the sweat on his forehead indiscriminately, grabbed her hand and pulled it into the courtyard: "Sister, hurry, hurry, come with me." ”

Jiang Zhimiao was pulled and almost fell to the ground, she steadied herself and followed behind him with a puzzled expression.

The snow in the courtyard was swept away and piled up at the door, and there were still some traces of water on the ground that had not melted, Jiang Zhimiao was confused and was hurriedly pulled to the well.

When the house was first built, she specially asked the workers to dig a well, just to facilitate the use of water in the future, but what was there on the side of the well that made Minghuai pull her over in such a hurry?

Jiang Zhimiao leaned over and looked down from the wellhead suspiciously, it was dark and dark, she couldn't see anything, she was stunned, and asked, "Minghuai, what's wrong?" There's nothing in this well? ”

Seeing her speak, Minghuai stopped moving, put his index finger to his mouth, "shh ”

Looking at his suspicious appearance, the doubts in Jiang Zhimiao's heart reached the extreme, he was so worried, could it be that there was a snake at home? Or rats?

She shuddered unconsciously at the thought of slippery mollusks, snakes, she was really a little afraid.

Jiang Zhimiao guessed with divergent thoughts, but soon, all her guesses were scattered by the wooden box in Minghuai's hand.

The wooden box with the black and brown mandarin duck lock edge, the edge is a little rotten, square, looking at it, it has been some years.

She was stunned, her pupils shrank, and she pointed to the wooden box in his hand and said, "This, where did this come from?" ”

But soon, the open mouth closed again, and she frowned, and looked at it again, only to realize that the wooden box was all surrounded by wet dirt.

A thought suddenly appeared in Jiang Zhimiao's mind, she was stunned, and asked, "Could it be dug up from here?" (End of chapter)