Zhao Hao didn't know why, but at Fu Jiao's request, he folded the paper ingots for most of the day.

When she goes out, Fu Jiao has limited things to bring.

She counted the ingots, and scraped together some incense, candles, and paper money, and put these things together.

"Grandma, do you have any of these to say?"

Zhao Hao saw Fu Jiao doing these full of worship.

Fu Jiao glanced at him and said lightly: "I don't say anything, it's purely fun." ”

Evening.

The bleak autumn rain finally died down for a moment.

They didn't have much dry food, so Fu Rudi took his boss Nan Sibei to buy food from every village.

After a while, several people returned with hot tortilla nests.

"Knock knock."

The carriage was tapped lightly.

Fu Jiao rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted the curtain, and saw Fu Rudi standing next to the car, handing over the nest head wrapped in oiled paper, her eyes were full of pity.

"You're suffering these days."

His tone was complicated.

Fu Jiao was stunned for a moment.

She hurriedly took the head of the nest and gnawed it, and said with a smile: "How can following my brother be considered hard? There's sugar in this nest, it's quite sweet. ”

Fu Rudi didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

The good thing is that she never complains in a difficult environment, and the worry is that she didn't take good care of her as a brother.

Fu Jiao behaved too well.

Always cheerful and cheerful.

So much so that he couldn't imagine that Fu Jiao would commit suicide by jumping into the sea in the middle of the night!

This incident frightened him so much that he didn't dare to mention it again for fear of irritating her again. Even if Fu Jiao seemed to be in a good mood now, Fu Rudi didn't dare to ask her what she thought at that time. Only by waiting for a little longer, he chose a good time and slowly enlightened ......

It hasn't been a month since she came out, and I feel that Fu Jiao has lost weight again. The already loose skirt is between the hands raised. It looks even more empty.

After getting along for so long, Fu Jiao doesn't seem to have worn any hairpin ring jewelry.

is the most tender age, but he is dressed very plainly.

The Fu family treated her badly before, and presumably there was no jewelry for her. Fu Rudi glanced at Fu Jiao's slender wrist again, and secretly thought that when she returned to Beijing, she would definitely be asked to go to Qibaozhai to choose a good face.

"Brother, this is delicious."

It's just that the rice noodles are too thick.

Horn your voice.

Fu Jiao was afraid that Fu Rudi would be taken back to Fu's house, so she couldn't help but flatter. She gave him half of the nest head, "Brother, can you eat some too?" ”

The head of the nest has been bitten by her.

This inexplicably reminded Fu Rudi of the last time she personally fed him.

The slender, soft, white fingertips almost touched his lips......

"Nope."

Fu Rudi is not good at expression.

Many thoughts just turned around in my heart and turned into cold words of rejection.

He turned away stiffly, making Fu Jiao wonder if it was to make him angry.

*

It was planned to stop and leave when the rain stopped.

Ten days passed, and the autumn rain was intermittent, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving the world into a web with no end in sight.

There can be no further delay.

The stay was too long, there was no time to return to Beijing, and more importantly, Jiang Ping was sick.

He was a thief with a weak heart, and was frightened into madness by Chen Liaosheng, who was dressed as Yan Ji. Fu Rudi investigated according to these clues, and sure enough, he found that Jiang Ping's career was greasy, and these had to be sorted out slowly after returning to Beijing.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Ping is crazy, at least people are there; But if he dies on the way, and there is no proof of his death, it will be inconvenient to find out and convict him.

It rained for another three days.

Fu Jiao was so bored that she folded ingots with straw paper.

Fu Rudi looked at the dark sky worriedly, and finally slapped the table and made a decision - to take the shortcut to Fengpo.

Zhao Hao panicked.

Luofengpo is the legendary "corpse raising place".

He told Fu Jiao about it, and after Fu Jiao heard it, she just said "oh" and pulled him to continue stacking ingots.

Next.

Fu Rudi was going to go to the villagers' homes to buy more dry food.

Fu Jiao was also tired of staying in the carriage, and took the initiative to ask to go shopping with him.

After resting for so long, she had never wandered around the village.

The rain is like smoke and fog, gently drifting in the vertical and horizontal distance.

Fu Rudi and Fu Jiao shared a tung oil paper umbrella, not close or far, silent with each other.

It's boring......

Fu Jiao squinted and secretly looked at Fu Rudi.

In the hazy rain curtain, Fu Rudi's face is like jade. He was dressed in a dark cyan round-necked straight jacket, and his clothes were stained with mist, which made the stereotypical and serious touch a little gentle and moist.

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Fu Jiao asked suddenly.

Fu Rudi's hand holding the umbrella shook slightly, and a few wisps of golden wind and drizzle floated on his face, blowing a slight cold.

He turned his head and collided with Fu Jiao's curious and agile eyes, and they were all stunned.

Fu Rudi looked away and looked into the distance, "Are you afraid?" ”

"Afraid of what?"

"Luofengpo...... That is, the former Yunling Slope. ”

"Oh, that rumor, I'm not afraid." Fu Jiao smiled slightly, and comforted him in turn, "Brother has helped the Holy Mother." Although this place is far away from Qiongzhou, it will also be blessed by the gods. Besides, the rumor has always been that three people become tigers, and it's hard to say whether there is such a thing! ”

Fu Rudi is a person of Ziwei's life.

Luck is against the sky, with his own aura, ordinary ghosts don't dare to approach him at all.

Fu Jiao thought of the large pile of ingots stacked these days, and touched her chin, "It's nothing." My brother relaxed. ”

The two of them walked to the village as they spoke.

Fu Rudi found the villagers as usual and bought wowotou, corn tortillas, and millet bread from him.

There is only a limit to what a villager can sell, so they have to ask each family.

Fu Jiao found out that there were only about 20 households in this village, but there were already two families hanging white flags at their doors. She pinched her fingers, couldn't help but walk to the hall, and leaned closer to look through the crack in the door.

"What do you do?"

Out of nowhere, an old man in coarse linen clothes came out and scolded Fu Jiao behind his back.

Fu Jiao shrugged and spread her hands, "I want to see what's inside." ”

The old man's eyes were gloomy and very displeased.

He pointed to the white banner and said coldly: "Someone in my family has died, and his coffin is placed in the hall. ”

"Oh."

Having said that, Fu Jiao still stood on tiptoe and glanced in.

At this glance, she finally saw it clearly.

In the dark and gloomy hall, there is indeed an ordinary yellow wood coffin.

It's just that the coffin was hung high above the beams of the house with several hemp ropes.

Fu Jiao's heart was shocked, and her pupils shrank.

"You girl is so bold!" The old man was furious when he saw this, and raised his hand to pull her away, "It's extremely rude! ”

Fu Rudi rushed over when he heard the sound.

"Village Chief, what's wrong?"

Fu Jiao hid behind him and began to pretend to be innocent, "Brother, I'm just curious to see what ...... is in the house."

"The village chief's son died of illness, and there is his coffin inside, there is nothing to see, don't be curious." Fu Rudi was helpless, and turned around to apologize to the old man.

The old man glared at Fu Jiao, seeing that she was a young female doll, he didn't dig deeper.

Fu Rudi counted the food he bought, felt that it was almost over, and asked Fu Jiao intimately: "What else do you want to eat?" ”

Fu Jiao turned her head to look at the hall, thought about it and replied, "I want glutinous rice." ”

"Glutinous rice?"

"Well, raw glutinous rice. The more the merrier. ”