"This old man is the son of the one-eyed old man. He is seventy years old this year."
"He said that his sister left Mojiazhai twenty years ago and has not been heard from since."
"I told him that Miss Fan might be his sister's daughter. He was very excited and asked you to go in and talk in detail."
Wang Shan spoke very briskly, as if he was overjoyed after finding a relative for Xiao Yuer.
But it sounds so ironic to our ears.
Xiao Yuer's life story was fabricated by Ji Qinghe in order to deceive Wang Shan who was unwilling to take us into the village at that time.
But now, this random fabricated story has suddenly become true, and the strangeness in it is self-evident.
Pei Chuan's face turned dark and his breathing was rapid.
Ji Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, murderous intent emerging.
Xiao Yu'er said in fear: "Ling, Sister Lingxi, can't it be such a coincidence?"
"What a coincidence." Lingxi sneered and said calmly: "Let's go, I want to see who is targeting us and what kind of medicine is being sold in this gourd."
Afterwards, we followed Wang Shan into the courtyard.
The hunchbacked old man led us into the spacious main room and politely poured us seven cups of tea.
Wang Shan smiled stiffly and motioned with his eyes not to touch the tea cups.
My whole heart is in trouble right now, how can I dare to drink tea?
I sat on the stool, looking at the dark tea, for fear that a bug would jump out of it and get into my body.
"&*%￥%..." The hunchbacked old man raised his hand and talked with Wang Shan.
Wang Shan listened honestly, and after a while he replied in a "long way".
The two chatted for more than ten minutes. Wang Shan switched to Mandarin and said: "Miss Fan, I asked you if you still remember your mother's surname before she changed it."
"Think about it carefully."
"Including whether your mother mentioned your grandfather's surname, name, nickname, or other things in front of you."
"Well, there's also your mother's age."
Wang Shan solemnly said: "It's been a long time. Without enough evidence and clues, the old man wouldn't be sure that your mother is his missing sister."
Xiao Yuer hesitated, not knowing how to continue deceiving him.
Lingxi comforted him: "Think carefully and tell me what you think."
Xiao Yu'er's eyes lit up and he instantly understood what Ling Xi meant.
She sat on the armchair, frowning, feeling very painful.
"My mother's surname is Mo, it's unreasonable." Xiao Yu'er patted her forehead and said uncertainly: "I was very young at that time, so I can't remember clearly."
"As for my grandfather's name, my mother never mentioned it."
"It's my grandpa's nickname. It seems to be King of Gu."
Xiao Yu'er was very cooperative and said: "If my mother were still alive, she would be forty-three years old this year."
Wang Shan translated Xiao Yu'er's words into the local dialect and told the hunchbacked old man, and the two chatted for a few more minutes.
Wang Shan laughed loudly and said: "Miss Fan, I'm sure this is your grandpa's house, and this old man is your uncle."
"Really?" Lingxi said with interest: "What did he say?"
Wang Shan lost his sense of unfamiliarity and restraint, stood up and walked around: "The old man said that all the villagers in Mojiazhai are named Mo, which means Mo."
"Miss Fan's mother must have wanted no one to know her identity after leaving Mojiazhai, but she was still thinking about her family, so she changed the name from Mo Mo to Unnecessary Mo."
"The words are different, but the pronunciation is the same."
"Secondly, the old man's father is the Gu King of Mojiazhai, and his nickname is exactly the same as Miss Fan's."
"Third, the old man's sister is his father's daughter, who is twenty-seven years younger than him."
"Miss Fan's mother is forty-three years old. Her age is fair and just right."
