The rain kept falling, and Tang Zhixi gradually fell asleep in Ye Hanzhi's arms.
Listening to her steady breathing, Ye Han touched her head with one hand and patted her back gently with the other.
He looked at the raindrops on the eaves and pieced together the little girl's previous life based on what he knew now.
Get to know her earlier, earlier.
Before Nan Xiao died, or before Tang Zhixi died, or maybe she met him instead of Jing Yanbai. Then could he have protected the little girl?
Let her be happy, carefree, coquettish and willful all her life.
No hatred, no guilt.
After sitting on the folding bed for a while, Ye Hanzhi took her back to the bed.
When putting the person on the bed, Tang Zhixi opened her eyes and glanced at him.
"Go to sleep." Ye Hanzhi whispered.
Tang Zhixi's eyes were a little confused. After looking at the person in front of her for a while, she vaguely murmured: "Brother Han."
"Huh?" The voice was too soft and vague, and Ye Hanzhi didn't hear it clearly, "What?"
Tang Zhixi looked at him for a while, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Ye Hanzhi raised the corner of his mouth, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then gently got on the bed and lay down next to her.
In the morning, the rain stopped and the sun came out. But Tang Zhixi never woke up, and Ye Hanzhi didn't move either, and slept with her until past ten o'clock.
After waking up, Tang Zhixi did not get up.
Instead, she waited for Ye Hanzhi to cook before she got up to wash up and help.
Then after throwing another plate, Ye Hanzhi took her hand and led her to the yard. He kissed her for a while and said, "Play here for a while, and we'll eat soon."
Tang Zhixi: "."
Pour cold water on a sweet date?
Tang Zhixi ignored him and strolled around the yard.
There is a lot of grass growing in the yard, because it rained last night and the ground is still very wet.
Tang Zhixi walked on the gravel path and looked at the small sapling left over from the New Year from a distance.
The seedlings are very thin, but they are covered with green leaves.
Looks very energetic.
And it's a white orchid.
It is really Tang Zhixi's favorite flower.
Tang Zhixi raised her lips, remembering what Ye Hanzhi said during the Chinese New Year: when the tree grows up, they will enjoy the shade under the tree.
I also remembered what I said last night.
She is always there, just accompanying you in other ways.
After looking at the tree for a while, she followed the gravel path around to the back of the house.
There is an open space behind the house where some vegetables used to be grown. There is also a chicken coop next to the fence where several hens were raised.
After she woke up here, she ate all the eggs laid by those chickens.
Even grandma didn't get to eat, it was all given to her.
Even so, a chicken still lost its life because of her in the end.
Now the backyard is full of weeds, and the weed seeds are mixed with these few green vegetables.
Even beside the wall, Tang Zhixi saw a small red tomato.
She looked at it for a while, then pushed aside the grass and walked over.
There was still a lot of rain on the grass, and my clothes were a little wet.
When she reached the wall, she took a step towards the red peach and reached out to pick it.
But as soon as her feet were firmly planted, the lower part collapsed. As soon as her feet were free, she immediately pressed her stretched out hand against the wall to steady her body.
She originally thought that the perimeter of the fence had collapsed due to rain.
But when she pulled her foot back, she saw a bit of iron exposed under the soil.
She narrowed her eyes, squatted down, and pulled up the grass around her. When she pushed aside the surface soil, there was something underneath, like an iron box.
She broke off a branch from outside the wall, dug up the soil completely, and took out the iron box.
It must have been buried underground for many years, and the iron sheet has corroded. The soil covering it has become thinner and thinner as the rain washes away time and time again.
So Tang Zhixi's kick just now crushed the iron box.
"Little girl."
Tang Zhixi turned around when she heard the voice.
Ye Hanzhi saw her squatting behind the weeds and her clothes were soaked: "Why did you run there?"
Tang Zhixi was afraid that he would walk in, so she stood up with the iron box and picked the tomato just now.
She came out carrying the box, glanced at the tomato at Ye Hanzhi and said, "I'll give you extra food."
Ye Hanzhi smiled and raised his hand to wipe the water drops on her face. Then he looked at the dented box in her hand: "What is this?"
"I don't know. I stepped on it and dug it out."
Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this some kind of cultural relic?"
Tang Zhixi: "."
Ye Hanzhi took it from her hand with a smile, held her hand with his other hand and said, "Go and open it and have a look."
Back in the front yard, Ye Hanzhi asked Tang Zhixi to change clothes, and then the two of them sat on a small stool.
Ye Hanzhi used a wooden stick to pry open the box from the place where it was trampled.
There was a thick pile of paper inside, and the outer layer was wrapped with a layer of waterproof paper, but the waterproof paper cracked and a lot of water still entered inside.
There are also areas that are bitten by insects.
Ye Hanzhi carefully spread out the paper and took it down one by one.
There is something written on the paper with a blue ink pen.
After long-term oxidation, almost all the writing and the pen and ink stained by rain have disappeared.
In the previous few pictures, I can only see a little trace of smudging, and nothing on them can be seen.
After more than a dozen pictures, I could finally see some writing, but it was still very blurry.
However, some things can still be seen.
Probably some data, some solvent names, and some similar specifications.
After looking at dozens of pictures, I slowly pieced together something.
It is an experimental record.
Handwritten, English experimental records.
Compared with the current electronic version, it is not standardized. It also does not meet some of the current recording standards.
Ye Hanzhi frowned, and Tang Zhixi's pupils trembled.
These things are all too familiar to the two of them.
Pharmaceutical formulation research institutes are often exposed to these.
The two of them didn't speak, and turned back some pages. There were a few pictures in the middle that were relatively well preserved.
But it's only relatively better.
You can see the molecular formulas and structural formulas of some antibiotics, antibacterial drugs and anti-tuberculosis drugs.
The ones at the back are almost the same as the previous ones, and you can’t tell what they are at all.
Only the incomplete indentation could tell what kind of drug synthesis circuit diagram it was.
And judging from the relatively good ones in the middle, this recording method is more like a manuscript.
A kind of manuscript record of one's own research.
The two looked at the pile of paper and were silent for a while. Then Ye Hanzhi said: "Judging from the paper, it should be decades old."
Tang Zhixi came to her senses and understood what Ye Hanzhi meant. This might be her grandmother's thing: "I haven't seen it before."
Ye Hanzhi touched the rusted iron box again and said: "These things seem to be preserved very carefully, but they seem to be very random."
The quality of the iron box is very good, and the outside of the manuscript is wrapped with waterproof paper.
But no matter how good the quality is, it will eventually deteriorate if buried underground.
A question of length of time.
"It's a bit like leaving it there to decide whether it's good or bad," Ye Hanzhi said.
Tang Zhixi looked at the papers and said nothing. Back then, someone almost turned this place upside down.
they are looking for something
But judging from all the signs, there were only four people here. There was nothing suspicious about them. She cleaned up here and found nothing missing.
Zhao Lanchuan also said that if they were looking for something, it seemed they didn't find it.
Since he was not found, why kill him?
It's so contradictory.
Ye Hanzhi was quiet for a while and said, "The old lady is a bit mysterious."
"She never mentioned her life experience." Tang Zhixi rubbed her fingers and recalled, "She only told me about Zhixi's life experience. Because she was afraid that after she left, Zhixi would be raped if she left Hanqing Village.
The Song family bullied Zhixi and she didn’t know anything about her.”
After all, there are so many books at home, the types are too rich and the coverage is too wide.
There are also many books written by Tang Peihua himself, and many of them have commentaries on them.
You can also feel Tang Peihua's knowledge from daily chats.
The most intuitive thing is that the real Tang Zhixi has never been out of Hanqing Village, but she was taught so well.
No matter how you look at the old lady, she doesn't look like someone who would be happy to be in Hanqing Village.
Unless there is something unavoidable.
So she once asked the real Tang Zhixi what her grandmother did before? But she didn't know.
Just say that grandma won’t tell and won’t let you ask.
"I also asked Song Zhengde in Yancheng, and he didn't know anything." Tang Zhixi said.