The carriage gradually moved away, and the sounds of chanting scriptures had disappeared behind the sound of horse hooves.

Ah Miao put on the curtain again.

Leizhou is not a place with many temples. It seems that she has only seen monks two or three times since she is still growing up. In my memory, the color of those monk robes is always as white as snow.

But she knew that the clothes worn by monks were not snow-white.

What she really remembered was actually the heavy snow that day.

The wind in the middle of winter is always like a knife of bones. She curled up in the corner and watched the monks chant scriptures in front of the dilapidated courtyard. Although she couldn't understand a single sentence, she guessed that they were saying goodbye to her parents and brother.

What a wonderful wish to be reborn in the Pure Land.

The neighbors of the Zhong family were all surrounded by snow, following the monks and chanting. Go quickly, go quickly, the further you go, the better.

It seems that the dead people are still in that small yard.

A Miao really wanted to tell them to stop thinking about it. All the things that are reborn in the Pure Land are fake. Her father, mother, and brother have long been taken away by the man in black.

But she didn't say anything.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than forty years.

A Miao's face was hidden behind the veil, and his voice became hazy: "Qiuqiu, let the coachman turn around and not go to East City for now."

Qiuqiu was shocked: "If you don't go to Dongshi, where will you go?"

Ah Miao turned her face and lifted a corner of the curtain. The scenery outside the carriage became increasingly strange and was different from her memory.

She said softly: "Go to Changle Lane."

The place where she had never given her a little happiness had an extremely beautiful name.

Qiuqiu went out as he said and told the coachman. When he came back, his face was frowned: "Miss, the coachman said that Changle Lane is not a good place."

A Miao smiled softly behind the scenes: "That is the poorest place in Leizhou City, of course it is not a good place."

Qiuqiu was a little uneasy. After sitting back to his original place, he asked in a low voice: "Miss, what are you doing in that kind of place?"

A Miao looked out the window and said lightly: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that an elder came over and lived in Changle Lane."

Qiuqiu opened her eyes wide and wanted to ask carefully, but she thought that she was not what a maid should do, so she had to hold back and not say anything.

The carriage gradually became quiet.

I don’t know how long it took, but the coachman shouted “Miss Qiuqiu” outside.

Qiuqiu hurried to see A Miao.

A Miao had already stood up and was about to go out. When she saw her looking over, she blocked her hand: "You stay here, don't have to go with me."

"How can this work!" Qiuqiu said anxiously, "You are alone and don't even recognize the road. What should you do if you are lost?"

A Miao said: "It doesn't matter. If something really happens, I will just call you."

Qiuqiu's face turned pale when she heard this: "What? Don't you even bring Chen Da?"

Their coachman Chen Da, who had been a disciple of his friends in the early years, learned some fists and kicks, and could be used as a guard even when he took them out. But A Miao said "you", obviously because he wanted to go alone.

Qiuqiu refused to agree, but A Miao had already made a decision.

She walked out of the carriage and told Chen Da that he would take good care of Qiuqiu, and she walked into the entrance of the alley.

The different Leizhou City and the same Changle Lane gave her the illusion of going back time.

A Miao followed the memories and walked back to her childhood home.

The yard has been abandoned for a long time, but for some reason, no new house has been built on it. Logically speaking, the Zhong family has no people, and the land is empty and there will definitely be someone who wants it.

But she looked around and saw that the dilapidated ruins seemed to be a forbidden area.

She had just stood in front of the yard for a while, and then her eyes began to look at her. Slowly, she looked more and more. Her eyes fell on her back, full of exploration... and disgust.

A Miao turned to the side and saw an old man with gray hair.

He rolled up his trousers and his shoes were a little torn.

"Who are you?" He looked at her hat with vigilance. Ordinary girls from other families were not so particular about it. A Miao's clean and tidy shoes made him sure that the person in front of him must not be the resident of Changle Lane.

The poor and lush Changle Lane is not a popular place.

A strange outsider, standing here, is more conspicuous than Mingzhu.

He held half of the dead duck and spoke quickly: "Looking at your appearance, you don't look like someone from Changle Lane at all, what are you doing here?"

While speaking, he glanced at the old yard behind A Miao.

On the ground with weeds, there is a faint green area.

He shivered, took his gaze back, and looked at A Miao again.

A Miao smiled and said, "Is this yard yours owned by the old man?"

When the old man heard this, he was stunned: "How could this ghost place be mine!" He denied it very quickly, as if he would be swallowed by the green on the ground a little slower.

A Miao smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

It was sent by the half of the duck that died in his hand.

She took a step back aside and said with a smile: "Since it's not your yard, why bother me to do here?"

The old man choked, but he didn't expect that she, a little girl, would be so rude.

He frowned two sparse and white eyebrows and said angrily: "I am kind to remind you that this place is not clean."

The breeze blew over and the curtain rose.

He saw a pointed chin on one side.

Ah Miao raised her hand and pressed the curtain back, her voice full of curiosity: "Oh? Not clean? What do you say?"

The old man was angry: "You are not from Changle Alley. It has nothing to do with you or not. You should leave quickly!" He grabbed the duck neck with one hand and waved it around with the other, "Go away quickly!"

This posture really seems to be rushing for something unclean.

A Miao took out her purse and threw it to him.

The old man loosened his hand, and the dead duck on his neck fell to the ground with a "splash".

A thin layer of soil flew up.

He held the purse in both hands and weighed it.

The small purse is exquisitely made and expensive to use, all of which are like people in Changle Lane.

He raised his eyes and glanced at A Miao quietly. A few fingers were quickly untied. The white silver inside was in pieces!

Although it was a piece of money at first glance, it was still an unimaginable fortune for him.

The duck fell to the ground, and he forgot to pick it up. He only poured the silver into his palm, grabbed it piece by piece and bit it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Give it all...for me?"

A Miao turned her head and looked at the small yard. The messy stones made her unable to remember the original appearance of the house.

"yes."

She responded softly.

The old man immediately smiled: "You said it earlier!"

All honorific titles have been used.

A Miao sneered silently.

The old man put away his purse and touched his hair: "There was a very scary murder in the yard decades ago. My parents and sons were all poisoned to death by their youngest daughter..."
Chapter completed!