"this… "
Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Cuilian hesitated. Today, Lao Du said that a distinguished guest came to the mountain, so he asked himself to kill the goose at noon, then cleaned it up and stewed it.
However, Du Jiutian didn't say how many guests there were, whether they were men or women. Zhang Cuilian just heard him muttering about Master Jiang, he should be a man, right? But... now she has become Miss Ning.
Seeing Zhang Cuilian's hesitation, Ning Huanxin understood immediately.
It is estimated that Du Jiutian knew Jiang Liran's identity.
This morning he accidentally offended Jiang Liran, so he prepared these at his home. He planned to apologize to Jiang Liran, but maybe he was rejected by Jiang Liran. As a result, he happened to meet him on the way back, so he borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. He sent an invitation to himself.
At this time, Du Jiutian had already walked out quickly carrying a fruit plate. The fruit plate contained grapes and apples, which were very fresh and looked very delicious.
"These are all from my own orchard. Miss Ning, try it. If you like it, after dinner, I will take you to the orchard to pick some and bring them back to the hotel to eat."
Du Jiutian smiled and moved a small folding table over, placed it in front of Ning Huanxin, and then placed the fruit plate in front of Ning Huanxin.
"Thank you, Village Chief Du. You guys should have some too."
Ning Huanxin picked a grape conveniently, because it had already reached the ripe season, the grape was purple and black, and the taste was particularly sweet.
It seems that this Red Village is really a good place!
… …
Zhang Cuilian cooked a total of eight dishes, which were very rich. Her skills were very good and she was very satisfied with the authentic home-cooked and farm-style dishes.
By the time she finished dinner at Du Jiutian's house, it was completely dark outside.
"Miss Ning, let me take you back. The mountain road is difficult to walk at night."
Seeing that Ning Huanxin was going back, Du Jiutian immediately offered to escort him.
"Thank you, village chief. It's okay. My phone has a flashlight function and I'm brave enough not to be afraid of the dark. Thank you both for your hospitality today. I'm leaving now!"
Ning Huanxin said goodbye to Du Jiutian and his wife with a smile, and walked out of their yard quickly.
After arriving outside the door, Ning Huanxin turned on the flashlight of her phone.
It wasn't until he saw Ning Huanxin's figure disappearing that Du Jiutian pulled Zhang Cuilian back to the house.
"Old Du, this Miss Ning is..."
Zhang Cuilian was still a little curious.
"Hey, don't ask, it's such a troubled time!"
Du Jiutian sighed with complicated eyes...
**
Hongcun is not big, and it doesn't take long to walk from Du Jiutian's house to the foot of the mountain.
However, Ning Huanxin stopped halfway.
She came to the old locust tree in the center of the village.
This tree becomes even more gloomy at night.
Ning Huanxin secretly circulated the spiritual power in her body, looking at the tree with a pair of eyes.
There are actually many ghosts living in the trees.
They didn't seem to notice Ning Huanxin, and all of them had dull eyes floating back and forth between the branches.
These souls... have no intelligence.
Ning Huanxin stood under the tree and watched for a long time.
It turns out that not all ghosts have intelligence. Some souls that have stayed in the world for too long and have never been able to reincarnate will gradually forget some memories, forget their own names, and even forget everything in the end, even themselves. They had all forgotten why they were wandering in the underworld in the first place.
Such a soul is a wandering soul.