Seeing that I was absent-minded and my eyes were anxious and in a trance.
Lingxi slowed down and said: "The other party has no ill intentions, they are just trying to find out our details."
"As an outsider, it is normal for villagers to be wary."
"As long as we act honestly and do not violate the rules and bottom lines of the Gu farmers, they have no reason to take the initiative."
"If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of what may happen." I said worriedly: "You jumped into the tiger's den, and you still expect the tiger to be reasonable with you?"
Lingxi said without fear: "So what if you are unreasonable? As one of the six major forces in Daxia, Kunlun has never been afraid of anyone."
"That's right, please stop worrying unfounded." Ji Qinghe said with disdain to me: "A manly man, among the men I have met, you are the least courageous."
"I cherish my life." I took the initiative to hold Lingxi's right hand and said confidently: "I want to marry a wife who is as lonely as you."
"Damn it, I have such a bad temper." Ji Qinghe rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to fight me.
Lingxi scolded: "Okay, you two, please be quiet. This is Mojiazhai, not a vegetable market."
While Ji Qinghe and I were "arguing", Wang Shan and the others who were walking in front stopped again.
I looked up and saw a young man in his thirties standing on the dirt road ahead.
He was wearing a long black coat and carrying a hoe on his shoulder.
The trouser legs are half rolled up and the cloth shoes are dirty.
He looked like he had just come back from hard work in the fields.
Wang Shan asked him, smiling broadly.
After chatting for seven or eight minutes, the young man walked past us. His eyes were curious and probing.
Wang Shan said excitedly: "Let's go forward, there are clues about Miss Fan's grandfather."
Pei Chuan asked, "How did you say that?"
Wang Shan happily lit up his pipe and took a few puffs. The smoke rose into the sky and he said, "There is only one one-eyed old man in Mojiazhai, who lives at the back of the village."
"I asked about his age, and he was in his nineties, which completely matches the situation of Miss Fan's grandfather."
"If nothing else happens, it should be him."
"Oh, by the way, the old man does have a son, he must be Miss Fan's uncle."
Wang Shan said this and urged us to follow him quickly.
"Senior sister..." Pei Chuan came over to ask for Lingxi's opinion.
"Whether it's true or not, we'll talk about it after we go." Lingxi said calmly.
Because Wang Shan was anxious to help us find someone to leave, he walked very quickly.
In about seven or eight minutes, we arrived at the very back of the village.
A dilapidated small courtyard stands on a hillside, on a higher ground, with earthen walls and black tiles.
The doorway is lined with steps made of large stones, covered with moss.
The bamboo door was closed tightly, and there was silence.
"This is it." Wang Shan handed the old gun barrel to Pei Chuan and went to knock on the door.
After knocking for a long time, slight footsteps came from the yard.
The next moment, the bamboo door was opened from inside, and an old man wearing a blue cloth hat appeared in our sight.
He was leaning on a dark wooden crutch, his face was slouched, and his back was slightly hunched.
"*&￥#￥..." The old man stared at Wang Shan, as if asking about his identity.
Wang Shan nodded and bowed, pointing at Xiaoyuer as he spoke.
We couldn't understand the Miao dialect, so we could only roughly guess the content of their chat based on their expressions.
After Wang Shan chirped "a burst of birdsong", the old man's blank expression suddenly turned into joy. He stared straight at the little fish, looked up and down, and was amiable.
"Come in." Wang Shan waved to us and said happily: "Look for the right one."
