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

Yang Luo looked at the woman. According to Abu's age, this woman would never be over forty years old, but her skin was dark, her face was covered with traces of time, and her hair was gray. Especially her hands were like dry old branches and folds of the skin.

What Yang Luo noticed was that the woman's clothes were not like Afghan women, wearing robes and scarves, and wrapped herself tightly. It was not like the Uyghur women Yang Luo saw, who liked to wear traditional clothes. It was very simple, with navy blue pants and plaid tops, although they were patches, but they were very clean. She wore black cloth shoes, which were the kind of thousand-layer cloth shoes he had put on. Yang Luo was very familiar with. When he was a child, he often wore shoes made for him by the aunts in the village.

"Abu, are you a guest here?" Yang Luo was stunned by the woman's words. They kept standing, without saying or moving. She was blind, how could she know?

Abu nodded: "It's a guest, I'm a very good friend."

The woman frowned and turned her head. Yang Luoren found that her eyes were big and her eyelashes were long. When she was young, these eyes must be very beautiful. I guess, just these eyes would not know how many adolescent boys were fascinated by these eyes. But now her pupils seem to be covered with a transparent film. Cataracts are the first reaction when Yang Luoren's eyes. And it is very serious and can be done without instruments.

Yang Luo smiled slightly. Women were not blind yet, so they should be able to vaguely figures: "Hello, sister-in-law!" Yang Luo said in Chinese.

The woman was stunned, and suddenly showed an excited expression on her face. She actually said in Chinese: "Are you from here?" Then she pointed to Dongfang. The woman spoke very well in Mandarin, and she also had a glutinous accent like Jiangnan. It should be in Yangzhou, and her voice was very good.

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!" The woman hurriedly patted Abu, "Abu, you are so old, how can you let the guests stand outside and let the guests enter the house quickly." As she said that, she was still vigilant, but she was nothing. It was probably just a habit of her.

Yang Luo and the other two followed the woman into the house. There was a small aisle in the middle, and on both sides were rooms, each with a curtain spliced ​​with rags. Then a group of people entered the room on the left. The room was low because there was only a small window and it was still in front of plastic cloth. The room was very dark, but not damp.

There was nothing in the house except for a double bed and a low table that was ordered with wooden boards. It just surprised Yang Luo, and even surprised that on the wall opposite the door, there was a portrait of Grandpa Mao hanging. There were also several gouache paintings, willows, rivers, ancient pavilions and towers, and the pictures of Jiangnan water towns were vividly displayed on the paper. However, the colors of the papers were yellowed, and the gouache had not been processed, and the colors had dropped. It was obvious that these paintings were already old.

The woman smiled and said, "You sit down, I'll go cook." As she said that, she nodded to Abu, "Abu, you chat with the guests."

The little girl Jacob stared at her big, round eyes, and she didn't say anything. She just took out a piece of candy in her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging, and when her teeth touched the candy, it made a crunching sound.

"I'll go and help my mother cook!" After saying that, he stepped on his calves and ran out.

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

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

Abu was stunned and then said, "I'll go 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 do anything bad for me."

Yang Luo was not saying anything, but walked to the paintings and looked at each other carefully, observing the paintings. They were also curious about who these paintings were, especially the portraits of Grandpa Mao. This was not unusual if they were in China. Even now, some rural families would be hung on the walls. But here is a bit unusual. The most important thing is that Abu's father is a member of the East Turkish family. The portraits of Grandpa Mao were hanged at home. For the East Turkish organization, it is definitely a ruthless act.

When Abu saw Yang Luo and the other three people were very interested in those paintings, he said, "They were all painted by my mother. When I was very young, I didn't draw any more when I became sensible." But when Grandpa Abu was portraying his portrait, he showed a confused expression in his eyes, "I don't know who this portrait is. After my father died, my mother took her sister to move here. And I didn't let me tell anyone that there was this portrait at home, nor did I let me take anyone to my home. You are the first person to visit my house."

Yang Luo's eyes were always painting. Although he could not draw, he had learned calligraphy from the old man for so many years, and even if he could not be called a master, his skills were quite profound. As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting are not divided and he could not draw, but he knew how to appreciate them. These paintings were very extraordinary. Without more than ten or twenty years of experience, it would be difficult to draw the charm of the Jiangnan water town.

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

At this time, Yang Luo suddenly remembered what Aguli's father once said to him. Abu and his father had never been infected with the blood of the Chinese, nor had they stepped on the land of China. He didn't think much at that time, but now he thinks about it, and it's a bit interesting. After all, most of the terrorist operations in Dong1 Tu are targeted at home, and Abu's freedom here means that his father once had a low status in Dong1 Tu and had a high prestige. So even if he died, no one would make things difficult for Abu, even if he bought Hesumu Aishan. Then the problem comes, such a person has never taken a step forward in China and has not been infected with the blood of the Chinese. There are only two possibilities. First, Aguli lied to protect Abu. Second, it was a bit intriguing.

Time gradually passed by Yang Luo's thinking. Jacob ran in outside and shouted happily: "It's time to eat, soak the rice with mutton oil!"

Yang Luo came to his senses, and Abu hurriedly ran out and brought the rice in. Yang Luo was not polite either. He sat at the simple table, picked up the bowl and ate. The little girl from Gebu tried hard to pull her mouth, eating it all over, and eating it, and rubbing her stomach while moaning, she knew that mutton oil soaked rice was definitely a very luxurious food for this family.

Yang Luo moved his attention to the little girl, Bu's mother. This woman eats very quietly, moves very gently, and eats without any sound. All this means that this woman is very well-educated. This makes Yang Luo's heart even more curious. In such a place, such a woman, no matter who is like this, she will feel unusual.

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

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

Yang Luo waved his hand, "It's okay, let's just hit the floor!"

"Three distinguished guests, I'm really embarrassed. Because there have never been guests at home, there are no extra beds. I can only feel sorry for you to sleep on the ground." The woman and Jacob walked in with a shabby but very clean quilt.

"Sister-in-law, you are so kind. We are already very grateful for your ability to let us live at home." Yang Luo hurriedly took the bedding and spread it on the ground.

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

Abu hurriedly ran out. The madman wanted to follow him, but Yang Luo waved his hand to stop him and shook his head. After about twenty minutes, footsteps sounded outside. According to Yang Luo's judgment, Abu should have left.

Yang Luo and the other two lay there without saying anything. Looking at the dark roof, only the smoke in the mouths of the three of them was unstable, bringing a little light to the dark space.

I don’t know how long it took, but 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 Uighur, she can do it in terms of appearance. Moreover, she has a high cultural literacy and should have an extraordinary past."

The madman laughed in a low voice, "I am not interested in Abu's mother, but I am very curious about his father."

"Bang!" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "The madman wants to go with me. Abu's mother is very old now, but she can't hide it. She used to be a very excellent woman. And Abu's father, what kind of person can actually make such a woman follow him wholeheartedly."

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

The madman touched his chin and said, "You think it was Abu's father who kidnapped his mother here? Later, Abu and Jacob came to him. Even though the man died, because of his maternal nature, she could not bear to leave her child, so she could only accept her fate and stay here."

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

"Click!" Li Tao took out the lighter and lit another cigarette, then exclaimed, and then the lighter shone faintly and found a rusty metal box under the bed.

Li Tao pulled out the box curiously, and there was a lock on it. He pulled out two steel wires from the cuffs, inserted them along the lockhole, and then fiddled with it a few times. With a click, the lock opened in response.

Yang Luo and the madman took out the lighter and fired it. They also curiously came over and found that there were children's toys, including tree carvings and various animals.

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

Li Tao ignored him at all and took out all the things inside with interest. Finally, it was something tightly wrapped in cloth. Li Tao opened it curiously, and after listening to it, he didn't expect that it was just 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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