"What? Master Zong, you don't like wearing a mask either?" Chen Cheng asked in surprise.
The Zong Yiping he met always wore a mask whenever he went out.
And he especially likes black masks. Almost all masks are black.
"It should be." Zong Yiping's eyes fell on the mountains in the distance, Lingxi, Lingxi, the spiritual mountains, the crystal clear streams and rivers, the splendid mountain scenery, and the name of the village are a perfect match.
This place is inexplicably friendly.
"Master Zong, can you really not remember what happened in the past?" Chen Cheng asked curiously.
Zong Yiping's eyes darkened and he said, "Chen Cheng, you do have some time to spare."
"I won't ask anymore. I'll go out to check right away." Chen Cheng ran away quickly.
Zong Yiping raised his hand and touched the back of his head again. It was indeed not hurt.
The woman put her hand on the back of his head so that he wouldn't be hurt.
There was a slight movement in my heart, as if I was being pulled by something. It hurt a little, but I felt more moved and satisfied.
I looked at the courtyard on the mountain and climbed up slowly on the stone stairs.
This road is different from the one he took to find well water. The road there is very narrow, and the stone stairs here are very wide. There is a smooth slope of three centimeters beside the stone stairs. You can tell at a glance that this road must be It was built for pushing bicycles.
It seems that even if this woman lives in a rural area, she is not a poor person.
The outside of the yard was clean, the lampshade hanging under the eaves swayed slightly, the yard door was not closed, it opened with a slight push.
The woman said she invited him to come and see the yard, but when he came, there was no one in the yard.
The grape trellis in the courtyard is wrapped with withered grape vines. The vines are very dense, and it can be seen that the grapes must be very lively in the summer. Through the window edges covered with white paper, you can clearly see the furnishings in the house. Tables, stools, cabinets, and beds are all neatly displayed. There are no clothes or quilts on the furniture. It is true that the owner has not returned for a long time.
The yard is as clean as the outside, but it gives people a dry feeling. Only the chrysanthemums in the corner are blooming beautifully.
Zong Yiping stood in the courtyard, feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.
This feeling made him feel an uncontrollable sore nose.
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"Sister Qin Yu, is your hand okay?"
Qin Xiaojiang looked at the blood flowing out of the back of Qin Yu's hand and said worriedly.
Qin Yu opened his backpack, skillfully took out a bandage and tied it quickly, saying, "I'm fine."
"What's this about you?"
"Xiao Jiang, I have to go to town right now. Can you help me find a means of transportation?" Qin Yu took out a box and picked out a little bit of flesh that he had just picked out from Zong Yiping's back with his fingernails. , put it carefully into the box.
"The village now has a shuttle bus to the town, but there is only one bus a day. If you want to go to the town, I can take you there by bike." Qin Xiaojiang said with bright eyes.
He is tall now and his riding skills are pretty good.
"It's too slow to ride a bicycle. Does anyone in the village have a motorcycle?"
"There are no motorcycles. But Kong Laizi has a tricycle. I'll call him and ask him to take it to you. He is usually fine and will be in the scenic spot." Qin Xiaojiang patted his head.
"I'll go with you. I've barely seen him after being out for so many years."
Although I would come back every year in the past, time was always in a hurry.
"Kong Laizi is very smart. He saved some money, borrowed some money, and bought a tricycle. He drove the tricycle and picked up tourists. He really made some money. He also built a small flat floor in the front section."
Whenever he talks about the situation of the people in the village, Qin Xiaojiang will talk about it like he is pouring beans. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com