Su Qingyu asked Wuxin: "I slept for two days?"
Wuxin nodded.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask."
The topic was just talked to death.
Su Qingyu followed her uncle and went to the Li family mansion.
The uncle's face was pale and his limbs were swollen. He walked in front with a fake smile on his face.
On the way, Su Qingyu acted curious and innocent and chatted with him: "Uncle, is there a little girl named Xiaohong in the village?"
"Xiaohong is a very naughty girl. She likes playing hide-and-seek with others the most." The uncle turned his head, without looking down at the road, but his pace did not slow down at all. "Have you seen her?"
His smile was twisted and weird.
Su Qingyu found that no matter how steep the mountain road was, he could walk through it easily, which was inconsistent with his bloated body.
"Yeah." There must be a reason why Xiaohong appeared in the secret garden where the three of them lived when they were children.
“Xiao Hong is an orphan who likes to run around the village.
She has a very good relationship with the groom and often visits his home with her pet sheep."
Hearing the word sheep, Su Qingyu felt a strong sense of strangeness in her heart: "I heard that ten years ago, the groom's mother, Widow Song, was accidentally hit and killed by a pickup truck while herding sheep.
Widow Song’s father is a senior executive of the Morning Star Group. He is very rich. I don’t know why he fell in love and severed ties with his parents to marry Mu Sanlang from the village.”
"Mu Sanlang also had a miserable life. He died of illness at a young age, leaving behind an orphan and a widow, who had to struggle to make a living.
After her husband died, Widow Song wanted to take her son back to the city to live... "
Having said this, the uncle paused and did not continue.
"Then what?" Su Qingyu asked.
The uncle lost his smile and stared at Su Qingyu with his dark, empty eyes: "Your boyfriend is not from the village, you have to marry outside the village.
This is a secret of the village and can only be told to people in the village."
Su Qingyu took out a hundred ghost money and said, "Uncle, I'll treat you to some tea."
"You are a very filial child." The uncle regained his smile, "Only our Gongyang Village can educate a child as well-behaved and sensible as you.
Let me talk to you again."
After receiving the money, the uncle's attitude softened a lot. He turned into a human gossip machine and talked incessantly about the things happening in the village.
“There are many customs in our village, such as men and women must remain chaste before marriage.
For example, if a woman marries into a village, she needs to worship the ancestral hall and swear to her ancestors that she will never leave the village in her lifetime, otherwise she will be punished.
Speaking of the ancestral hall, two days ago, someone burned it down!
If I catch him, I will chop him into pieces!"
The uncle looked angry.
Wu Xin looked calm.
Su Qingyu was left to change the subject guiltily: "Are there any customs regarding sheep in the village?"
“Sheep are the future of the village.”
The woman at the village gate said that dogs are the future of this village.
The uncle on the top of the mountain also said that sheep are the future of this village.
The setting sun is blood-red.
A red sedan chair, surrounded by a wedding procession, moved on the yellow land.