Jiang Lixing couldn't defeat Ning Huanxin, so he had to drive her back to Zhangjia Town.
The crew took a break today, and everyone was busy with their own business. Many people went to the town to take photos. After all, Zhangjia Town has a history of a hundred years, and many of the buildings in the town are very antique, which is very suitable for taking photos.
While Jiang Lixing went to park the car, Ning Huanxin had already got out of the car alone and quickly came to the innermost room of the courtyard.
Aunt Zhang lives here.
Although the villagers in Zhangjia Town cannot be said to have been isolated from the world over the years, they have always been self-sufficient. There is a large field outside the town, and most of the townspeople rely on farming to maintain their daily lives.
But Aunt Zhang's family is different. Her husband's family is said to be the richest family in the town besides the clan leader, so after her husband died of illness, she inherited a large amount of property, including this large courtyard.
Therefore, Aunt Zhang does not have to work as hard as others. In recent years, more and more people have come here to film. But Aunt Zhang is different from other people in Zhangjia Town. Many townspeople reject outsiders, but she is willing to rent the house. By giving it to outsiders, the house doesn't have to remain vacant all year round, and you can still get a lot of income. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
… …
"Aunt Zhang!"
Ning Huanxin knocked on Aunt Zhang's door.
After a while, Aunt Zhang opened the door and looked at Ning Huanxin warily.
"Aunt Zhang, I want to talk to you."
Ning Huanxin's tone was very solemn, but after hearing her words, Aunt Zhang's eyes flickered: "You don't have to ask me anymore, I won't say anything to you."
With that said, Aunt Zhang was about to close the door, but Ning Huanxin quickly dodged and ran directly into the room.
This caught Aunt Zhang off guard, and the expression on her face became anxious: "What on earth do you want to know!"
"I want to know the truth. The truth about your cousin's death back then, and the truth about the entire Lijia Village being burned to death and buried alive!"
Ning Huanxin pressed closer and looked at Aunt Zhang with a stern look.
"You...how do you know?"
Aunt Zhang took a few steps back and looked at Ning Huanxin in disbelief.
"I saw it."
Ning Huanxin sighed: "I saw the past. I saw you and your cousin holding a ceremony in the river. I also saw someone setting fire to the village. Is that village called Lijiacun? I saw … Those who set fire are the people of your Zhangjia Town!”
"ah!"
When Ning Huanxin mentioned that incident, Aunt Zhang's face turned pale.
It has been more than twenty years, more than twenty years ago. Even now, she still dreams about the fire and the extremely tragic scene occasionally in her dreams at midnight.
"Did you really see it?"
At this time, Aunt Zhang finally began to believe what Ning Huanxin said: "Since you have seen everything, why are you still coming to me?"
"What I saw was intermittent. I always felt that the most crucial thing was missing. I believe... you know that thing. Everyone in Zhangjiacun... knows it, right?"
Ning Huanxin's eyes were particularly bright.
Facing her gaze, Aunt Zhang finally nodded slowly: "Okay, now that it's happened, it doesn't hurt to tell you."
For so many years, she had been keeping that incident deep in her heart. She felt very painful in her heart, but no one told her about it. Especially when everyone in the town selectively forgot about that incident, Zhang Yunshu felt even more painful in her heart. Uncomfortable.