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Chapter 2010 The Lost Woman

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    The woman stretched out her hands, held Abu's head and kept touching it, and murmured: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Please search ()! The fastest updated novel"

    Yang Luo looked at the woman. According to Abu's age, this woman would never be more than forty years old, but her skin was dark, her face was full of grooves of time, and her hair was also gray.  Especially her hands, like dry old branches, with wrinkled skin.

    What caught Yang Luo's attention was the woman's clothes.  It's not like Afghan women who wear robes and scarves and wrap themselves tightly.  Unlike the Uighur women Yang Luo met, they liked to wear traditional clothes.  It's very simple, dark blue trousers and a plaid top. Although they are all patches, they are very clean.  He was wearing black cloth shoes, the kind of cloth shoes with mille-soled soles that Yang Luo was very familiar with.  When he was a child, he often wore the shoes made for him by the aunts and aunts in the village.

    "Abu, is there a visitor?" Yang Luo was taken aback by the woman's words. They stood there without speaking or moving. She is blind, so how did she know.

    Abu nodded: "There is a guest, my very good friend."

    The woman frowned and turned her head.  People from Yangluo found that her eyes were very big and her eyelashes were very long. When she was young, these eyes must have been beautiful.  It is estimated that with these eyes, it is impossible to know how many adolescent boys have been fascinated.  It's just that her pupils seem to be covered with a transparent film.  Cataracts, this is Yang Luoren's first reaction to eyes.  And it is very serious, and it can be done without equipment.

    ? Yang Luo smiled slightly, the woman is not completely blind yet, she should be able to make out their vague figures: "Hello, sister-in-law!" Yang Luo spoke in Chinese.

    The woman was taken aback for a moment, with an excited look on her face, and said in Chinese: "Where are you from?" Then she pointed to Dongfang.  The woman speaks Mandarin very well, and she also has a Jiangnan accent. It should be from the Yangzhou area, and her voice is very pleasant.

    Yang Luo suddenly became curious about the identity of this woman: "Yes, we are tourists here. We met Abu in Kabul. He said that this place is beautiful, and then he brought us here."

    "Oh oh oh!" The woman hurriedly patted Abu, "Abu, you are so old, how can you let the guests stand outside, let them in quickly." She looked around vigilantly as she spoke, but she didn't care  , it is estimated that this is just a habit of hers.

    The three of Yang Luo followed the woman into the house, with a small passage in the middle and rooms on both sides, each with a door curtain spliced ??together with rags.  Then a group of people entered the room on the left. The room was low, because there was only one small window, and it was still covered with plastic sheets. The room was dark, but not humid.

    There is nothing in the house except a wooden double bed and a low table.  It just surprised Yang Luo, even surprised, that there was actually a portrait of Grandpa Mao hanging on the wall directly opposite the door.  There are also several gouache paintings, willows, small rivers, ancient pavilions and pavilions, and the pictures of Jiangnan water towns are vivid on the paper.  However, the color of the papers of those paintings has turned yellow, and the gouache has not been processed, and the color has lost its color. It is obvious that these paintings have aged.

    The woman smiled and said, "Sit down, I'll cook." She nodded to Abu, "Abu, you can chat with the guests."

    Jacob's little girl stared at her big round eyes, her eyes chattering, and she didn't speak. She just took out a piece of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.  Crackling sound.

    "I'm going to help my mother cook!" After speaking, he ran out with his calves.

    "Brother Yang, I'll pour water for you!" Abu turned around and was about to leave.

    Yang Luo waved his hand and said, "No, when are you leaving?"

    Abu was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "I'll go there after dinner."

    Yang Luo nodded: "You have to be careful!"

    Abu said: "It's okay, I grew up there since I was a child, and no one will be against me."

    Yang Luo didn't say anything, but walked up to the paintings carefully and Li Tao and the lunatic looked at each other, also observing the paintings.  They are also very curious about who painted these paintings, especially the portrait of Grandpa Mao, which is not uncommon in China.  Even now, it hangs on the walls of some rural homes.  But here, it's a little unusual.  The most important thing is that Abu's father is an East 1 Tunisia member. Hanging a portrait of Mao Zedong in his home is absolutely treasonous to the East 1 Turkmenistan organization.

    Seeing that the three of Yang Luo were very interested in those paintings, Abu said: "My mother drew them all. When I was very young, I didn't draw anymore.??Father, kidnapped his mother here?  Later, with Abu and Jacob, even if the man died, she was reluctant to leave her child due to her maternal nature, so she could only accept her fate and stay here.  "

    Yang Luo said: "It makes sense, but it's unlikely."

    "Crack!" Li Tao took out the lighter and lit another cigarette, followed by a gasp, and then the faint light of the lighter revealed a rusty metal box under the bed.

    Curiously, Li Tao pulled out the box, and there was a lock on it. He pulled out two steel wires from the cuff, inserted them in along the keyhole, and fiddled with them a few times, and the lock opened with a click.

    Yang Luo and the lunatic took out the lighter and lit it, and moved over curiously, only to find that it was full of children's toys.  There are dolls carved from trees, and various animals made of clay.

    The lunatic rolled his eyes: "These are all the toys that Abu played with when he was a child."

    Li Tao ignored him at all, and took out all the things inside with great interest, and finally it was something tightly wrapped in cloth.  Li Tao opened it curiously. After listening to the three-layer bag inside and outside, he didn't expect that there was only a photo inside.

    Yang Luo took the photo and took a photo with a lighter, his eyes suddenly widened, "How is it possible!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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