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    The woman stretched out her hands, hugged Abu's head and kept touching it, murmuring: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back. Please search! The fastest updated novel"

    Yang Luo looked at the woman. According to Abu's age, this woman would definitely not be over forty years old, but her skin was dark, her face was full of grooves of time, and her hair was already gray.  Especially her hands, like dry old branches, with wrinkled skin.

    What caught Yang Luo's attention was what this woman was wearing.  They are not like Afghan women who wear robes and scarves to wrap themselves up tightly.  Unlike the Uyghur women Yang Luo saw, they liked to wear traditional clothes.  It's very simple, navy blue pants and plaid top. Although they are all patched, they are very clean.  Wearing black cloth shoes on his feet, they are the kind of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that he wears. Yang Luo is very familiar with these shoes.  When he was a child, he often wore the kind of shoes made for him by the aunt in the village.

    "Abu, are there guests?" Yang Luo was stunned by the woman's words. They kept standing, neither talking nor moving. She was blind, how could she know.

    Abu nodded: "We have guests, my very good friends."

    The woman frowned and turned her head.  Yang Luoren found that her eyes were very big and her eyelashes were very long. When she was young, these eyes must have been very beautiful.  It is estimated that just with these eyes, I don't know how many adolescent boys have been fascinated.  But now her pupils seemed to be covered with a transparent film.  Cataracts, this was Yang Luo's first reaction when he opened his eyes.  And it¡¯s so serious that it can be done without instruments.

    Yang Luo smiled slightly. The woman was not completely blind yet, so she should be able to vaguely discern their blurred figures: "Sister-in-law, hello!" Yang Luo said in Chinese.

    The woman was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly showed an excited look, and she actually said in Chinese: "Where are you from?" Then she pointed to the east.  The woman speaks Mandarin very well, and has a waxy Jiangnan accent. She should be from the Yangzhou area, and her voice is very nice.

    Yang Luo suddenly became curious about the identity of this woman: "Yes, we are tourists here. We met Abu in Kabul. He said it was beautiful here, 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? Hurry up and let the guests come in." She said and looked around warily, but she didn't care.  , I guess this is just a habit of hers.

    Yang Luo and three others followed the woman into the house. There was a small corridor in the middle, and rooms on both sides, each with a door curtain made of 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 covered with a plastic sheet. The room was dark but not humid.

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

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

    The little girl Jacob stared at her big round eyes, her eyes were chattering, and she didn't speak. She just took out a piece of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging, and her teeth touched the candy and made a sound.  A rattling sound.

    "I'm going to help mom cook!" After saying that, he opened his legs and ran out.

    "Brother Yang, I'll get you some water!" Abu turned around and walked away.

    Yang Luo waved his hand and said, "No, when will you leave?"

    Abu was stunned for a moment, then said: "I'll go over after dinner."

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

    Abu said: "It's okay, I grew up there and no one will do anything against me."

    Yang Luo didn't say anything, but walked to the paintings. Li Tao and the madman looked at each other carefully, and also observed the paintings.  They were also curious about who painted these paintings, especially the portraits of Mao Zedong, which would not be unusual in China.  Even now, it is hung on the walls of some rural homes.  But here, it's a little unusual.  The most important thing is that Abu's father is a member of the East Turkestan Turks. Hanging a portrait of Mao Zedong in his home is absolutely treasonous to the East Turkestan Organization.

    When Abu saw that Yang Luo and the other three were very interested in those paintings, he said, "My mother painted them all when I was very young, and only when I started to understand, I stopped painting them." It was just a portrait of Grandpa Abu.  When he asked, there was a confused look in his eyes, "Who is this portrait?"I don't know it. It was hung up after my mother moved here with my sister after my father died.  And I was not allowed to tell anyone that I had this portrait in my home, nor was I allowed to bring anyone into my home.  You are the first people to visit my home.  "

    Yang Luo¡¯s eyes have been drawing. Although he can¡¯t draw, he has learned calligraphy from the old man for so many years. Even if he is not worthy of being called everyone, his skill is quite profound.  As the saying goes, there is no distinction between calligraphy and painting. He can't draw, but he knows how to appreciate it. These paintings are very extraordinary. Without more than ten or twenty years of skills, it is difficult to paint the charm of the Jiangnan water town.

    At this time, Yang Luo had a preliminary impression of Abu's mother. Either she was born in a scholarly family, or she was once a talented woman with high artistic literacy.  Now he was curious about Abu's father again. What kind of man was he, and he was also a terrorist, who could actually make such a woman marry so much, and also make her abandon everything and come here.

    At this time, Yang Luo suddenly remembered what Aguli¡¯s father once told him. Abu and his father had not been stained with the blood of Chinese people, nor had they set foot on the land of China.  He didn't think much about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it's a bit tempting.  After all, most of East Turkestan's terrorist actions are aimed at the country, and Abu's degree of freedom here shows that his father's status in East Turkestan was not low, and his prestige was still high.  Therefore, even if he dies, no one will make it difficult for him, even if he is in Mahesumu Aishan.  Then the problem arises, such a person has never set foot in the country, and has not been stained with the blood of Chinese people.  There are only two possibilities. One, Aguli lied to protect Abu.  Two, that¡¯s a bit intriguing.

    Time gradually passed while Yang Luo was thinking. Jacob ran in from outside and shouted happily: "It's time to eat, rice soaked in suet!"

    Yang Luo came to his senses, and Abu hurriedly ran out and brought the meal in.  Yang Luo was not polite. He sat down at the simple table, picked up the bowl and started eating.  The little girl put her mouth full of oil with all her strength, and her mouth was full of oil. She rubbed her belly and groaned while eating, so she knew that rice soaked in mutton oil was definitely a very luxurious food for this family.

    Yang Luo turned his attention away from the little girl, Bu's mother.  This woman eats quietly, moves very slowly, and makes no sound when eating. All this means that this woman is very educated.  This made Yang Luo full of curiosity. No matter who he was, such a place and such a woman would find it unusual.

    After dinner, Jacob cleared the table sensibly, while Yang Luo was taken to the opposite room by Abu and had no communication with Abu's mother.

    Abu said awkwardly: "This is my room, but there is only one bed."

    Yang Luo waved his hand; "It's okay, we can just lay the floor!"

    "Three distinguished guests, I'm really sorry, because no guests have ever been at home, so there are no extra beds, so I have to sleep on the floor." The woman and Jacob walked in holding a worn but clean quilt.

    "Sister-in-law, you are so polite. We are very grateful that you can let us stay at home." Yang Luo hurriedly took the bedding and spread it on the floor.

    The woman said: "It's very late, I won't disturb the rest of the three distinguished guests." After saying that, she turned around and walked out, "Abu, come out with me for a moment."

    Abu ran out in a hurry. Madman wanted to follow him, but Yang Luo waved his hand to stop him and shook his head.  About twenty minutes later, footsteps sounded outside. According to Yang Luo's judgment, it was Abu who left.

    Yang Luo and the three of them lay there without saying a word, looking at the dark roof. Only the smoke from the mouths of the three of them flickered, bringing a little light to this dark space.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, the madman quietly got up and walked out, and soon came back: "They are all asleep!"

    Yang Luo nodded, turned over and sat up: "Do you feel that Abu's mother is not simple?"

    Li Tao said: "Abu's mother is definitely not a Uyghur, just because of her appearance. Moreover, she is highly educated and should have had a very extraordinary past."

    The madman chuckled softly, "I'm not interested in Abu's mother, but I'm very curious about his father."

    "Pa!" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "Madman wants to go with me. Abu's mother is very old now, but she can never hide it. She was once a very outstanding woman. And Abu's father is another  What kind of person can make such a woman follow him wholeheartedly? "

    Li Tao said softly, "Actually, I have been thinking about this issue."

    The madman touched his chin and said: "Do you think it was Abu's father who kidnapped his mother here? Later, with Abu and Jacob, even that manShe died, but due to her maternal nature, she was reluctant to leave her child, so she could only accept her fate and stay here.  "

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

    "Click!" Li Tao took out his lighter and lit another cigarette, and then he made a sound. Then with the faint light of the lighter, he discovered a rusty metal box under the bed.

    Li Tao curiously pulled out the box. There was a lock on it. He pulled out two steel wires from his cuffs and inserted them along the keyhole. Then he fiddled with it a few times and the lock opened with a click.

    Yang Luo and Madman took out lighters and lit a fire. They went over curiously and found that there were children's toys inside.  There are tree-carved dolls and various animals made from clay.

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

    Li Tao ignored him at all and took out everything inside with great interest. Finally, there was something wrapped tightly in cloth.  Li Tao opened it curiously. After hearing that there were three layers inside and three layers outside, he didn't expect that there was only a photo inside.

    Yang Luo took the photo and took it with a lighter, his eyes suddenly widened, "How is that possible!"

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