As soon as school ended, Yu Ping pulled Yu Feiwan and secretly ran towards the north of the village.

The north end of the village is next to the old uphill road, and the further north it goes, the more desolate and sparsely populated the village becomes, with only a few half-collapsed small courtyards scattered and long abandoned.

The ruins and weeds are indiscriminate, silently attracting curious and playful children to explore.

Perhaps the people of the same grade as these courtyards have long since become ancient and turned into a handful of loess.

One thing to say, it's really good for treasure hunting.

Yu Ping, who was trotting, paused suddenly, and her little hand touched into her schoolbag.

"That's Grandma Fu's house."

Yu Ping pointed to the small courtyard not far away and said.

The dirt wall of the courtyard was about to collapse, and it was randomly fenced off.

It's not a brick house, it's an adobe house.

The courtyard is very large, and there are five or six rooms as far as the eye can see.

But most of them have lost their role as shelter from the wind and rain, and only a house in the corner is standing.

It's not that the mud house is exceptionally sturdy, it's that the only popularity holds it up.

There is a saying in the village that an old house will not collapse if it is inhabited for a hundred years, but it will collapse after five years if it is uninhabited.

There were three bare trees in the yard, which were dilapidated and dilapidated.

Only the curling green smoke coming out of the chimney could prove that there were living people in the courtyard.

Yu Feiwan shivered coldly.

This village is far poorer than she thought.

The life of my mother's family is already more comfortable than most people's families.

Yu Feiwan looked at the mountain road not far away that was covered by weeds and trees, and the barren mountain was like a giant beast.

Luckily, it was noon, and if it was evening, she might have cried.

She's timid!

It's all coming!

"Anyone?"

Yu Ping shouted at the top of her voice.

It's not that you don't knock, it's that you don't knock.

The crumbling fence, she was afraid that it would all fall down in a shake.

When the time comes, they will have to be detained and repaired the fence.

In the corner, the tattered cotton curtain moved, and two figures appeared in the sight of Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping.

Two?

"Grandma?"

"Old lady?"

Yu Ping and Yu Feiwan blurted out.

"Run." Yu Ping cried with a sad face, raised her chin at Yu Feiwan, and gestured.

Yu Feiwan grabbed Yu Ping, who ran away.

Run?

The old lady is not blind.

"Grandma." Yu Feiwan tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled sweetly.

"Grandma Fu."

The fence door opens from the inside.

"Two granddaughters?"

Mrs. Fu's words were very slow and difficult.

It's like being alone for too long, and then you slowly lose your ability to speak.

The old lady nodded, "I'll have a chance to talk about this another day." ”

Mrs. Fu nodded slowly, "Don't let the children in." ”

"I've lived in this yard for many years, and it's unlucky."

Yu Feiwan secretly looked at Mrs. Fu.

The clothes are patched with large and small patches, and there are many layers worn inside and out, but they don't look sloppy either.

The back is very hunched, the whole person is thin and small, the hair is all white, the face is full of wrinkles, the cheekbones are prominent, the cheeks are sunken, if not standing and talking, it is more like a dead thing.

In this dilapidated and desolate corner, there is a silent withering and rotting.

Perhaps, for so many years, Mrs. Fu has not raised her head and spoke.

There was a shallow hesitation in the old lady's eyes.

She eats fasting, recites Buddha and burns incense, believing in these ethereal and mysterious things.

It doesn't matter if she's old.

But Pingping is still young, if she is really contaminated with ominous, she will have bad luck in this life, and she will not be able to atone for her sins even if she dies.

Yu Feiwan pursed his lips, there were countless natural disasters and man-made disasters in the world, and there were many people who died, and many people died together.

As for bad luck?

The former big yard of Mrs. Fu's house is now also occupied, and life is prosperous.

If you want to talk about bad luck, is it the unlucky yard where a bunch of people have died or the yard where Mrs. Fu has lived for many years is unlucky?

In this world, there are so many unlucky people.

What is more terrible than bad luck is the sinister human heart.

My mother didn't have any contact with Mrs. Fu in her previous life, but her family was still ruined, so she left her mother alone.

When the old lady hesitated, Yu Ping's weathered schoolbag strap broke, the schoolbag slammed heavily on the ground, and the big blue bricks were exposed to everyone's sight.

Old lady:!? (･_･;?

Who the hell is this shameful thing!

This granddaughter is nothing like her.

Yu Ping bent down, stuffed things back into her schoolbag, and held them in her arms.

"Bricks more?"

The corners of the old lady's mouth twitched slightly.

Yu Ping nodded as if holding a treasure.

The things in the yard, not to mention throwing a good green brick, even throwing a piece of firewood, her mother can find it.

"How did you find here?"

The old lady was about to come out on crutches.

Yu Feiwan's movements were even more swift, and he jumped into the yard with a jump.

Looking closely at the courtyard, in the desolation, the smoke and fire have never been extinguished.

Nails were nailed to the walls that had not collapsed, and bunches of corn and dried chili peppers hung on the nails, yellow and red, adding bright colors to the small courtyard.

The finishing touch.

It is corn and peppers, and it is also a symbol of Fu Pozi's life.

Mrs. Fu hurriedly opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound because she was in a hurry, waving her hands, but she didn't dare to touch Yu Feiwan.

The old lady blinked, the immortals all came in, what are you afraid of!

"Come in too."

The old lady glanced at Yu Ping.

Mrs. Fu's eyes widened, she shook her head, and her dry voice finally made a voice, "Can't come in, it's unlucky, it's unlucky, it's not good for the child." ”

Mrs. Fu's anxious eyes were filled with tears.

She's a sinner herself, Kefkezi.

The old lady stepped forward and patted Mrs. Fu's hand, "It's okay." ”

Mrs. Fu stood stiffly in place, panicked and flustered.

Yu Ping has a big heart, and with her family, she is completely unafraid.

"Grandma Fu, thank you."

Holding the heavy schoolbag, Yu Ping bowed imperfectly.

Yu Feiwan also did the same.

Those hundreds of yuan may be all the savings of Mrs. Fu over the years.

Mrs. Fu took a few steps back, but she didn't say anything, just looked at the old lady as if asking for help.

The cold wind hit, and the old lady shivered, "Come into the house and say." ”

Mrs. Fu didn't want to, but she still couldn't resist the old lady.

The room was small and broken, and the pots and pans on the table were broken and broken, and there were gaps and gaps, but they were all clean.

Because it was a corner, even if it was noon, the room was dim.

"I don't blame you for what happened back then."

"Fei Wan girl said, you are also a poor person."

Hearing this, doubts appeared in Mrs. Fu's eyes.

Wretched?

Not pitiful.

"I'm a sinner." Mrs. Fu's voice was dry, and she kept rubbing her hands, trying to relieve her panic and nervousness.

Yu Ping was attracted by the flat red scarf tied in front of the window.

Bright and clean.

It's neater than when it's in her hands.

At first glance, it looks like a small red lantern hanging under the window.

Festive and lively.

Yu Ping lowered her head and chuckled, she didn't plan to bring the red scarf back.