Panguan

Lao Mao echoed: "Aren't you here to do business too? Wait until the rain stops tomorrow before going."

"Yeah." He said as he heard it, but in his heart he thought that this is the place I wanted to come to.

"Why is there so much fog?" Lao Mao wiped it twice before restarting the car.

This is a wild road with no street lights.

Wen Shi and Shen Qiao lived in Tianjin Wei for a while. The climate here is drier than Ningzhou, but there is a lot of rain in summer.

It was that time now, it was raining non-stop outside the car and it was always smoky. The lights of the houses in the distance also became fluffy in the rain, and they were unreal.

When the car passed through the water on the ground, and when I got closer, I realized that it was not a single family, but a large area scattered around, like a village.

Each house is a two-story building, the kind built by one's own family, with porcelain tiles pasted on the walls. The decorations are different and not neat, but the colors are very rich.

Some have yards, some don't.

Xie Wen asked that the house they were looking for had no yard, only a cement field connected to the road, but it was quite clean, and the old car was parked here.

Perhaps because they heard outsiders coming, the dogs in the village kept barking one after another. It wasn't until Xie Wen knocked on the door that they slowly became quiet.

The lights were on in the room, and there was a faint sound from the TV. It took a while for the people in the house to hear the knock on the door and answered "Come on."

The sound was quite crisp. When I heard it, I listened for a while, pointed to the door and asked in a low voice, "Is this the old man?"

Xie Wen shook his head: "It really doesn't look like it."

Just like that, he smiled and glanced at him when he heard it: "How long have you been here? Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong door?"

Xie Wen cooperated with him and lowered his voice, but the content of what he said was very strange: "Not sure."

When hearing it: "..."

Screw you, not sure you sound so confident? ? ?

He could already imagine the embarrassment for a while. He turned around and was about to leave, but was caught by Xie Wen.

"Why are you running? Just ask if you admit your mistake. You won't be so thin-skinned." Xie Wen said.

Wen Shi glanced at his wrist, and it happened that the door of the house was opened, so it would be inappropriate to run away.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with a mole between her eyebrows, which in the past would have been called a beauty mark. She was indeed well-born, with smiling eyes and lips, and her skin was almost as white as when she smelled it.

"Who are you?" She smiled before saying anything, her eyes curled up, looking very enthusiastic.

"Does Mr. Lu Xiao live here?" Xie Wen didn't have the habit of looking into other people's houses, so he asked whoever opened the door.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh, that's my dad."

Xie asked: "Your dad?"

Woman: "Yes."

Xie Wen nodded, but didn't speak. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a few seconds, he said to the woman: "It does look a bit similar. Your dad also has a mole here."

The woman smiled happily and said, "They say that I look very much like him when we were young. We are modeled after the same mold."

She moved out of the way and said enthusiastically: "Come in and take a seat first. We haven't had a guest for a long time. Are you looking for him?"

Xie Wen looked at her way out of the way and said, "Is he there too?"

The woman said: "If he is not here, my parents don't live here."

Xie Wen nodded.

"Come in and sit down. It's raining. Don't stand outside." She said again.

Xie Wen then stepped in.

Wen Shi also entered the door, but after entering, he looked back at Lao Mao and Xia Qiao.

He didn't speak, but Xia Qiao still felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Lao Mao patted Xia Qiao and motioned for him to stand back: "The door is narrow, so you have to enter one by one."

This was actually quite common, but Xia Qiao felt something was strange.

"Uncle Mao, am I too worried? Do you really know the people here?"

"We know her." Lao Mao raised his chin towards the woman in the room before entering the door, "I also know her name, it's Lu Wenjuan."

His tone was calm, and Xia Qiao calmed down a little. He felt that he might have been in the cage several times in succession, and he was a little suspicious and overthinking.

He took a long breath and used small talk to ease the fear that had just flashed for a moment: "Oh, just knowing each other is fine. But she seems to have never met you. Didn't she live with her parents before?"

Lao Mao said: "Yes."

"Then you still know her name?" Xia Qiao said, "Did you hear what the old man said?"

Lao Mao: "That's not true."

Xia Qiao: "Oh."

Then Lao Mao said again: "I saw it from the grave."

Chapter 61 Entering the cage

Xia Qiao rolled his eyes and slid down the door frame.

When I heard this, I turned my head and saw this scene. Old Mao, the chief culprit, closed the door for Xia Qiao, and then stood by with a shy look at his nose and mouth, staring at the floor tiles intently, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

After a while, maybe because Xia Qiao was really cold, he added: "The names of dead people are not the only ones on the graves."

Xia Qiao reacted for a while and finally came back to his senses. He grabbed the door frame and climbed up, then grabbed Lao Mao and never let go.

"I feel a little scared when I see her smiling." Xia Qiao trembled and whispered to Lao Mao.

Lao Mao thought for a while, looked at him with a grin, and asked softly: "Then do you think I'm so scared when I smile?"

…

Xia Qiao almost felt cold again.

After hearing this, he was silent for a moment, turned to look at Xie Wen, and lowered his voice.

saying you……"