"This...is this here?" Hua Xiaogu pointed to a ruins not far away and asked the little boy in shock.
Tian Lanqing's expression suddenly changed. He took two steps forward and looked at the ruins carefully.
"Yeah, it's been like this for a year or two. Mo Laojiu didn't come back, and no one paid attention to the house that was burned down. It was my father and some uncles from the neighborhood who put out the fire together." The little boy said,
He reached out and scratched his face: "Are you looking for Mo Laojiu?"
Hua Xiaogu quickly squatted down and reached out to grab the little boy's arm: "Do you know he is still alive? Is he okay?"
The little boy was startled and twisted away: "How did I know! He hasn't been home for almost seven or eight years..." After saying that, the little boy immediately retracted his body and closed the door tightly with a bang.
Close it tightly.
Hua Xiaogu was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the ruins.
It seems that it has been deserted for at least a year or two. The entire bricks and tiles have been picked up, and the usable ones are no longer there. Only the ruins are left, but they are buried by the overgrown grass and the fallen leaves from the big trees next to it.
.That’s why they didn’t recognize it at once. This was once a house.
"Mo Laojiu didn't come home, so something may have happened to him." Hua Xiaogu looked at Tian Lanqing, who was staring at the ruins in front of him, and reached out to gently pat his back.
Tian Lanqing nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "Let's go to the ruined temple."
After leaving Mo Lao's Restaurant, the two of them were no longer in a bright mood. The sky was getting darker, and the two held hands tightly, seeming to gain confidence from each other.
There are not many dilapidated temples in Xiaoyun Town, and you can find out if you just ask around. Although they don't know which one Yongan is talking about, they still have time to look for them one by one.
It wasn't until it was getting dark that the two people, who had found nothing, headed back home.
On the street near Tianfu, Tianfu's servants who came out to look for someone with lanterns were all dispatched. In the distance, the lanterns that lit up one by one were like stars on the road, giving Hua Xiaogu a little warmth. The two of them were silent all the way.
When they returned to the house and entered the hall, Yongan was already waiting for them.
"Where have you been?"
"Have you found Mo Laojiu?"
Yongan and Hua Xiaogu asked each other a question at the same time, and then Yongan frowned and turned to look at Tian Lanqing: "Mo Laojiu...he died of drinking a year ago."
Tian Lanqing took a deep breath, then reached out and pinched her forehead, turned around and sat on the chair.
Hua Xiaogu's heart sank and asked: "Who did you listen to?"
Yong'an shook his head helplessly: "That's what the beggars in the ruined temple said. They also told me where Mo Laojiu's grave is. I went to take a look and then I was sure."
As soon as the words fell, the entire hall fell silent.
Baitao walked out in a hurry. Just as he was about to call someone to eat, he was startled by the heavy atmosphere.
She glanced at Hua Xiaogu in confusion, then at Yong'an, and finally stood aside quietly, helpless: "Master, it's time for dinner. People are made of iron or steel. No matter what happens, you must eat first.
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Tian Lanqing frowned and waved his hand, raised his head and smiled reluctantly at Hua Xiaogu: "If we can't find it, let's set off back to Beijing tomorrow. After all, if we go back early, we might be able to think of other ways."
