Song Tingyun never told Song Fei sisters the truth about his grandfather's death in detail. They only knew that his father lost his grandfather when he was fifteen years old.
Hearing what the village chief said, did grandpa die unexpectedly
Song Fei, who had been silent all this time, opened her golden mouth and asked the village chief, "Village chief, how did my grandfather die? Was he killed?"
The village head looked at the sisters in surprise, and said, "Don't you know?" The village head looked at the two sisters suspiciously, and began to doubt their identities and purpose.
Sister Song Ci looks like her mother, and she has no similarities with Song Tingyun. Song Qingkuang's death was so tragic, and the case has not yet been solved. It became the only unsolved case in their area, and the village chief inevitably became suspicious of the pair of sisters.
He suspected that the Song Ci sisters were related to the murderer.
Song Ci saw the vigilance of the village chief, and quickly explained: "That's right, our father usually doesn't tell us such things, maybe because he thinks it's too bloody."
The village chief still didn't believe it.
The village chief watched them warily, and suddenly said, "Show me your ID cards."
Both Song Ci and Song Fei were taken aback for a moment, then escaped from their ID cards dumbfounded. After receiving the ID cards, seeing that the two people were indeed surnamed Song, the village head's doubts eased a little, but he still couldn't trust them.
"Is there anything else that can prove your identities?" The village head said frankly, "Uncle Song's death is a big event, and we usually don't mention it."
"We understand that too, just wait a moment." Song Ci turned on her phone and found a group photo of their family of four many years ago in the cloud album.
"Look, village chief, this is what my dad looks like when he grows up. You must have seen my dad."
After Song Tingyun and Jiang Shiyu returned to Wangdong City, they came to Lanyingzhai to pay homage to their deceased father. He must have met the village chief when he came back from a long distance.
Sure enough, after the village chief saw the photos, all the doubts in his eyes disappeared. "Hey, Brother Yun is capable. He found such a beautiful wife. No wonder your sisters are so good-looking too. This is because of your mother."
Song Tingyun himself is also a handsome and handsome man, and his appearance is a good match when standing with Jiang Shiyu.
After the village head returned the mobile phone and ID card to the sisters, he lit another cigarette.
The village chief said quietly, "Your grandfather used to live on that mountain. At that time, our village had no roads. The road in front of our village committee was dug with your grandfather's help. It was paved a few years ago. cement."
He was smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes, looking at the high mountain opposite the village committee office. Those are three mountains close together, the mountain in the middle is hidden by the mountains on both sides, and there is a huge maple leaf halfway up the mountain.
In this season, the maple trees are bare and look desolate.
"Uncle Song brought Brother Yun, who was only over one year old, to our village and lived there. I also heard this from my parents. I was still in my mother's womb at that time."
"Brother Yun and I grew up together since we were young. My home is at the foot of the mountain. The children at that time were more wild than the children now, and they didn't feel tired running up and down the mountain."
"Medical herbs are planted in front of and behind the door of Uncle Song's house, which I have never seen before. Uncle Song is very kind-hearted. No matter who it is, he will accept anyone who comes to see him for treatment."
"At that time, Uncle Song was like us. He lived in an earthen house built of mud, bricks and wood. Uncle Song's house had two guest rooms, and there were always people living in his house all year round to recuperate. Sometimes they were from the village, and sometimes they came from the county Come, even more occasionally, there are people from other provinces."
"Uncle Song's charges for treating patients are also reasonable. He is a well-known good doctor in our area. It's a pity." The village chief sighed and said: "Such a good person, why is he How can you die so badly?"
Song Ci subconsciously squeezed Song Fei's hand. Song Fei didn't make a sound, but silently patted the back of Song Ci's hand to comfort her.
The village chief's pupils trembled. He probably thought of Uncle Song's appearance when he passed away. His heart was trembling, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "One morning, I went to play with Brother Yun. I was walking on the road. I found something hanging under the maple tree. I thought it was something Uncle Song and the others were drying, so I didn’t think much about it. I ran to Song’s house, called Brother Yun, and when I looked up, I saw Uncle Song.”
The village chief's voice was a little unsteady, and his expression looked frightened. He said, "Uncle Song was hanged under the maple tree in front of the door. His nose was picked and his hands were cut off."
"Brother Yun, he hid alone in the toilet pit of the pigsty all night. When we found him, he was lying on the dung pile like a big character, his face was blue from the cold."
Song Ci shuddered all over, not daring to think about that scene.
Song Fei also frowned, her expression a bit ugly. "Where's the murderer? Hasn't anyone seen the murderer?"
"No." The village chief shook his head and said, "At that time, the village was not connected to electricity, and every household used kerosene lamps, and they closed their doors to sleep when it got dark. In addition, Uncle Song lived on the mountainside, with the people at the foot of the mountain. It's also far away, and the murderer killed someone, so he can leave whenever he wants."
"We called the police at the time, but the police couldn't help it. Back then, it wasn't like now. There was no fingerprint, hair, or DNA test. There were no witnesses, no suspects, and this murder case became an unsolved case!"
The village head said: "Uncle Song is respected in our village, and he doesn't have bad relations with others, and he doesn't even bicker. He always talks to anyone with a pleasant face. The murderer is most likely Uncle Song's old man. enemy."
Uncle Song is very young and a very powerful doctor, but he came to this remote area alone with the child, isn't it just for refuge
Unexpectedly, the enemy is so difficult to deal with, and they have hidden so far away, but they still cannot escape death.
Both Song Ci and Song Fei agreed with the village chief's opinion, but both sisters wisely did not discuss this topic. Song Fei asked the village chief: "Village chief, where is my grandfather buried?"
The village chief pointed to the maple tree and said, "Brother Yun buried Uncle Song under the maple tree."
"We want to worship him"
The village head waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow, we have to pay homage to the dead in the morning, not in the afternoon, it's very cloudy."
Song Ci and Song Fei were not in a hurry, so they decided to go again tomorrow morning.
"Go to live at my house tonight. I'll take you up the mountain tomorrow morning. Most of the roads on the mountain are gone."
"good."
In the evening, I had dinner with a group of village leaders in the cafeteria of the village committee office. After dinner, Song Ci and Song Fei drove to the village head's house and got out of the car with the gifts they bought from the city.
Song Fei said, "Fortunately, you bought a gift."
After staying in the county town last night, Song Ci said that she was going to buy some gifts, but Song Fei thought she was unnecessary.
Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.
Song Ci really knows how to behave and is also likable. Song Fei stroked Song Ci's hair, and she said, "No wonder both parents like you, who made you likable."
Song Ci refuted her: "My parents like me, mainly because I was always sick when I was young, okay?" Song Ci was weak until the age of seven, and she had to be locked up at home to drink medicine in winter.
Because they thought she was a pitiful little girl, her parents loved her even more, but they also loved Song Fei.
"Okay, let's go in."
The village chief went home first and burned firewood at home. Seeing that Song Ci and the others also carried presents, they were quite pleasantly surprised.
What Song Ci bought was not a particularly expensive gift, just a little care. The village head is also an informal person, so he accepted the gift graciously.
It's very cold in the countryside, especially in the high mountain areas. In winter, the cold wind howls, making people's cheeks flush. When going to bed at night, Song Ci vigorously applied skin care products to her face.
Song Fei put on some face cream, then lay on the bed and fiddled with her computer. When she turned on the computer, Song Ci was applying skin care products. After explaining the matter to others, when she looked up, Song Ci was still applying skin care products.
Song Fei put the computer beside her and asked her, "Can your face bear these things?"
Song Ci turned her head and patted her face at Song Fei. Song Ci was very satisfied with the elastic and tender skin, "What do you think? Don't you think my skin is very good?"
Song Fei said: "I only use face cream, do you think my skin is bad?"
Song Fei's skin is really not bad.
Song Ci stared at the bottles and jars on her desk, and then looked at Song Fei's small face cream jar, and immediately felt that her skin care products for so many years were wasted.
Song Ci climbed onto the bed, lay down in Song Fei's warm place, and said to her: "Skin care products are so expensive, there must be a reason, the more expensive the skin care products, the better the ingredients."
"Creams and sunscreen are enough, too much and your skin can't take it. Some people always get acne and shut up, but their skin is too delicate to accept so many skin care products."
Song Fei said: "Believe me, I have seen the price lists of the most expensive skin care products. You will vomit blood after reading it."
Hearing this, Song Ci pointed out sharply: "How can you see it?"
Song Fei stopped talking.
Song Ci asked her, "Did you hack another company again?"
Song Fei continued to be a mute.
"Song Fei, let me tell you, you can't just rely on your high skills to do whatever you want. There are people out there, and there are people out there. Be careful that one day you will be caught, and you will get into trouble."
Song Fei turned off the light, "Sleep!"
Song Ci closed her mouth.
She sleeps with a blindfold on.
The nights in the countryside are very quiet. In winter, you can hear the howling of the cold wind outside the window. Lanyingzhai is not like every family in the Northeast burning kangs. You have to hide in bed at night and rely on your own heat to sleep.
The more Song Ci slept, the colder she became, and then she kept slipping into Song Fei's arms. Song Fei simply hugged Song Ci, and Song Ci was at peace.
After sleeping until dawn, Song Ci realized that she had put her hand on Song Fei's belly when she woke up.
She quickly pulled her hand out.
Song Fei has already woken up and is playing with her mobile phone.
Finding that Song Ci woke up, Song Fei said, "You kept touching me last night, touching me in many places." Song Fei's expression was a little gossip, "Do you always love to touch Han Zhan when you sleep?"
Song Ci: "."
Song Fei also added: "You touched some places and asked me why I disappeared." Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a half-smile, and despised her: "You are really a pervert."
Song Ci has no face to face people.
She hurriedly got up to put on her clothes, and said as she put them on, "Don't you touch Yan Jiang?"
Song Fei shook her head, "Never."
After a pause, Song Fei said again, "It's him who touched me."
Song Ci was willing to bow down.
The two sisters got dressed and went downstairs to wash their faces and brush their teeth. The wife of the village head has already prepared breakfast, which is shredded pork and egg noodles, which taste quite delicious.
After eating enough, the village chief took a leave of absence from the village committee and took the two sisters up the mountain.
Song Ci was carrying a big bag, and Song Fei was carrying a hoe in one hand and a shovel in the other, planning to go up the mountain to repair the cemetery for grandpa.
Song Qingkuang has been dead for more than forty years, and few people remember Dr. Song for a long time, and no one has gone up to the mountain to pay homage to him. After that, the economy developed and life became better and better, and no one lived on the mountain for a long time.
More than 40 years ago, the road they stepped on was called the way to survive. But now, things have long been changed, and the path is covered with trees and weeds, and the road cannot be seen at all.
The village chief stopped smoking when he went up the mountain, for fear of igniting the volcano.
He held a machete and a wooden stick in his hand, and cut down the weeds while exploring the way.
Looking at a very short road, it took more than two hours to get there.
The maples are still there, thicker than they were forty years ago. The village chief stood under the tree, pointed to a branch of the maple tree, and said, "Uncle Song was hanged on this branch."
Song Ci and Song Fei looked up at the branch. I can't help but feel sad when I think of my grandfather being hanged here.
Under the maple tree, there were all kinds of things that looked like weeds. Song Ci's expression was happy when he saw those things. "It's all medicinal ingredients!"
Song Fei stared at those medicinal materials with confused eyes, "What kind of medicinal materials are they?"
Song Ci cast a questioning look at Song Fei, "Song Fei, you don't even know the medicinal materials, and you still want to participate in the Mo family's competition?"
Song Fei nodded calmly and said, "I don't know Chinese medicine."
Song Ci:!
If you don’t know Chinese medicine, what kind of Chinese medicine competition are you going to participate in
Song Fei: "We went to Mo's house to find out the truth about how father and grandfather were kicked out. Don't even think about competitions, I don't understand at all."
In terms of Chinese medicine, Song Fei is not as good as Song Ci.
Song Fei has a strong memory for numbers and symbols, so she is extremely talented in the fields of viruses and chemistry. As for Chinese medicine, Song Fei couldn't do it.
Song Fei couldn't remember all the strange names of Chinese medicinal materials. However, Song Ci has been in poor health since he was a child, and he often drinks Chinese medicine. Under the influence of Song Tingyun, he also dabbles in Chinese medicine.
Song Ci just wanted to roll his eyes, it seems that geniuses are not omnipotent.
She felt that if she went to Mo's house this time, she would be eliminated in the first round.
Sure enough, genius is not omnipotent.
"Uncle Song's tomb is right there." The village chief pointed to the field where the medicinal herbs grew most luxuriantly. Song Ci and Song Fei stepped forward, staring at the herbs they were holding. Song Ci said, "I'll transplant all these herbs and bring them back later."
"What's this?"
Song Ci stared at the medicinal material, and then said, "It seems to be soul-suppressing grass." Soul-suppressing grass is a kind of grass that is very effective in treating mental illness. This kind of grass is very rare, and it is often used by Chinese medicine to suppress depression. diseased and mentally ill.
This kind of herb can suppress the disordered nerves of mental patients and keep them calm for a period of time.
"That's useful."
Song Ci pulled up the medicinal herbs, tied them into a bundle, and carefully placed them on the open space. All the medicinal materials were pulled out, and only then did the true appearance of the tomb below be revealed. The tomb has become a mound, without the shape of a tombstone.
Uncle Song said: "Brother Yun came back more than ten years ago. At that time, he said that he would repair the tomb next time, but he never came."
"Father died in the Bijiang earthquake, along with my mother."
"So that's how it is." The village head said with emotion, "Brother Yun and Uncle Song don't have that kind of luck."
Song Ci and Song Fei thanked the village chief and let the village chief go down the mountain first. The sisters repaired the tomb with a hoe and a shovel. They erected a wooden tablet in front of the tombstone and wrote Song Qingkuang's words on the tablet with paint. name.
The two sisters offered incense to Grandpa and kowtowed.
After doing all this, Song Ci and Song Fei were a little tired. The sisters sat in front of their grandfather's grave, eating bread and drinking water. Song Ci stared at the two herb fields in front of him, and the badly damaged house at the end of the herb field, with many corners collapsed.
Song Ci said: "Our father grew up here."
Song Fei said: "Maybe there are traces of Dad and Grandpa living in it."
The two sisters looked at each other and said, "Go and see!"
After eating the bread, Song Ci stood up and clapped her hands, and entered the house with Song Fei. In the middle of the long row of houses is the main room, which has collapsed and is full of weeds.
The side door on the left side of the main room had already grown weeds. Song Ci stood at the door and said, "This house doesn't seem to have collapsed yet."
Song Fei said, "Maybe if you open the door, the house will collapse."
Song Ci said, "I'll try."
She pushed the door open, and it went easily.
Inside the house, it should be a room. You can see a canopy bed that has been gnawed by bugs. There are also some tables and stools in the house, which are broken.
Song Ci and Song Fei stood at the door for a while, making sure that the house would not collapse immediately, and then walked in. This should be their grandfather's room. There is a bookshelf in the room. The medical books on it are damp and moldy. They have been stuck together for a long time and cannot be opened at all.
Song Ci tried to pull out a book of medical skills, opened it, and saw the yellowed paper and light handwriting inside, and said with emotion: "Our grandfather's handwriting is really good."
Song Qingkuang writes with a calligraphy brush, and the writing is very beautiful, and occasionally some calligraphy can be seen. The brush characters are in thin gold script, while the fountain pen characters are in cursive script, with human-like handwriting, frivolous and uninhibited.
Song Ci put the book back and looked at the other books.
Song Fei also opened a wooden box, seeing that it contained some messy medicinal herbs, she immediately lost interest. Song Ci searched on the bookshelf, and chose another book with a red case.
She opened the book, only to find that there was a letter hidden in the book.
"Song Fei! Come and see!"
Song Fei came over and stood with Song Ci, looking down at the letter. The calligraphy on this letter is very delicate, the addressee is called Mo frivolous, but the name of the letter is only one word, called -
fir.
Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other.
Song Ci asked: "Can it be opened?"
Song Fei said: "If I don't say it, you won't be able to?"
Song Ci touched his nose and said, "Then open it."
Song Ci took out the letter, and the two sisters squatted on the floor of the room, carefully opening the letter. As soon as the envelope was opened, something fell out.
The thing fell on Song Ci's lap.
Song Ci looked down and found that it turned out to be a carefully treasured maple leaf.
Song Fei took the leaf and said, "This is a leaf specimen. I knew to give away the leaf specimen at that time. It seems that the person who wrote the letter to our grandfather is a girl."
Song Ci smiled knowingly, "Maybe it's our grandma."
Song Fei also nodded.
Song Ci opened the letter paper.
On the mottled letter paper, write a page of beautiful handwriting with a black fine brush——
Zhanxinjia:
You asked me in your letter before, who am I
I know who you are, Mo frivolous, the most dazzling young genius of the Mo family.
Well, now I will tell you the answer.
Mo frivolous, hello, I am Nangong Yingying, who was raised by the Mo family on the mountain behind the Mo family.
You must have seen me. Five years ago, your father brought your brothers to Houshan to get medicine. At that time, you once asked your father, is the medicine man a person or a medicine
Your father told you it was medicine.
But you didn't answer, you just kept looking at me, as if you were thinking about what I was.
Then, the most dazzling young genius of the Mo family, please tell me the most truthful answer in your heart. I want to know, in your heart, is the medicine person a medicine or a person
Don't be frivolous, you ask me what is the gift I want most
What I want is freedom.
Don't be frivolous, if you can give me freedom, I will give you my heart and my life.
Looking forward to reply, Nangong Yingying.
After reading the letter, Song Ci was at a loss. She turned her head to look at Song Fei, but saw that Song Fei was frowning tightly, with a serious expression on her face. Song Ci asked her, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Fei curled her lower lip towards her, and said, "No, I think it was quite romantic to write letters to connect people in those days."
But Song Fei's expression didn't look like that at all.
Song Ci couldn't help asking: "What is a medicine man?"
Song Fei shook her head, "I don't know, this is the first time I've heard of it."
"Could it be that the medicine man grows the medicinal materials into a human shape?" Song Ci read the letter again and again, and she said, "No, look at the meaning revealed between the lines of this girl named Nangong Yingying, it is obvious that she It's the medicine man."
"Song Fei, only human beings can write. What the hell is this medicine man? What do you mean a medicine man is a man, or a medicine? Isn't a man who can write, speak and think is a man?"
Song Fei's face became more and more cold, she snatched the letter from Song Ci's hand, and said: "This Mo family is not interesting, I think this Mo family, let's not go."
Song Ci said, "No way, the Mo family must have done it for grandpa to be murdered like this! I'm not reconciled to just letting the Mo family go like this and not seeking justice for grandpa."
"I'm going to find out what happened to grandpa. His nose was pinched even after he died! This Mo family, is it the benevolence of the doctors, or the heart of a wolf!"
Seeing that Song Ci was so determined, Song Fei felt a little regretful. She squeezed the paper in her hand tightly, and after a while, she said, "Song Ci, I know the medicine man."
"Then you just said you didn't know!" Song Ci asked Song Fei angrily, "What is a medicine man?"
Song Fei said: "In ancient times, there was a Nangong family. The men of this clan were naturally militant, and they were the pillars of the country. The women of this family were naturally beautiful and intelligent. There were many queens, all of whom came from this clan. family."
"But the Nangong family's fertility is extremely strong, and the fetus is prone to miscarriage in the mother's womb. Their patriarch asked the patriarch of the Mo clan for a powerful anti-pregnancy prescription for the reproduction and development of the family. After taking that prescription, Almost every fetus can be born smoothly. After they are born, their bodies are very weak, and they need to use good medicine to warm their bodies."
"The children raised by the medicinal materials, their bodies have been transformed by the medicinal materials to become the best medicinal materials. The Mo people call them medicine men."
"The blood of the medicine man can enhance the efficacy of the medicine and purify the purity of the medicine. Taking their blood and flesh for a long time can even make terminally ill patients recover."
Song Ci frowned upon hearing this, "That's not killing people!"
"Yes, it is killing people. But to the Mo family, the medicine man is not a person, but just medicine. The demise of the Nangong family is because of the Mo family."
Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a complicated expression, and she said: "There is a medicinal fragrance on the medicine man's body. When they are emotional, or after experiencing a love affair, the medicinal fragrance will be emitted from their bodies."
"As for the Mo family, they are naturally sensitive to the breath of the medicine man, and they can always accurately find the whereabouts of each medicine man."
Song Ci quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, patted her chest, and said, "It's really disgusting!"
But Song Fei's next sentence directly turned Song Ci into a popsicle—
"Song Ci, you are the medicine man."
(end of this chapter)