Since that day, Xueying's freedom has been restricted. The wife of the village chief followed her in an endless stream. Xueying stayed in the room every day, but later she stopped communicating with the village chief's family. The village chief was even more worried and came to Xueying to guide him: "Xueying, you know that you are the only one left in the village now. I have no choice but to receive the order of death. But if you are really bored, I will ask my daughter to accompany you to the bookstore on the street. What do you think?"

Xueying ignored him, and the little girl ran in, her nickname was Xiaoxiao. She was just in the fourth grade this year. Maybe she was instigated by her parents. She used her chubby little hands to pull Xueying and said while pulling: "Sister, I haven't been to the library for a long time. You can accompany me."

Xueying couldn't refuse the sincere tone. The two of them, one big and one small, went to the bookstore on the street. The bookstore was a floor, and the management staff at the next room also did some official duties. She was a boy wearing glasses, with a handsome face. When she saw Xiaoxiao, she held her glasses and smiled and said hello: "Xiaoxiao, are you here again?"

Xiaoxiao responded with a smile, and the boy paid attention to Xueying's existence. When he saw Xueying, his face turned red and he asked stammered: "Xiaoxiao? Is this? Who?"

Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed: "Brother Xihao, why do you see the beautiful sister so you can't speak."

Xueying said in surprise: "Xiaoxiao, why are you kidding like this?" Xueying's tone was blameless. Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped smiling, and her big eyes looked at Xueying with a bit aggrieved look. Xueying realized that she seemed to have hurt Xiaoxiao. The boy named Xihao walked out of the small room and said: "This Xiaoxiao is usually used to being big or small, don't mind." The tone was full of blame Xueying. Xueying waved her hand and went straight into the bookstore.

Most of the books in the bookstore were books on agriculture and township history. Xueying read them casually, and Xiaoxiao also walked in. Xueying saw Xiaoxiao's swollen eyes and felt as uncomfortable as a needle. The township chief and the wife of the township chief took good care of her. She was really too much for Xiaoxiao. Xi Hao said to Xueying: "Xiaoxiao has been her parents' treasure since she was a child. She will feel uncomfortable in your tone, and she is also more sensitive."

Xueying reached out to pull Xiaoxiao, but Xiaoxiao was very resistant. She turned to the other side. Xueying half-squatted in front of her, explaining earnestly: "Xiaoxiao, it's because my sister is too much. Sorry, Xiaoxiao, you have a lot of me, okay to forgive me."

Xiaoxiao said like an adult: "Sister, I know that you are worried about your parents, so you are in a bad mood. Xiaoxiao doesn't blame you anymore."

Xueying was flipping through the book, and suddenly she found a village accusation and opened it. There were the geographical environment and history exhibitions of all villages in the village, but there were no Xueying’s villages, and there were traces of tearing. Xueying took the book and asked Xihao. Xihao took it and checked it for a while, scratched his head and said to Xueying, "I don’t know much about this. Maybe you can ask the village chief."

Xueying took the book and ran to the village chief's house. The village chief was not at home, so Xueying waited. Late at night, the village chief finally came back. Xueying was about to go up and ask, but a man in his early thirties walked out behind the village chief. The village chief gave him a pack of things and said, "Tell me, what's the matter? Forget it, let's go."

The man took the thing and walked away. That direction was the direction of the village.

When Xueying saw the man walking away, she came out and asked the township chief: "Uncle, why is there no information about our village in the township chronicle?"

The village chief subconsciously glanced at the man's place and said slowly: "On the day when Uncle Wu passed away, it rained heavily. A young man came to my house in the middle of the night and told me to buy the part of your village in the village script at a high price. I was moved when I saw the price. I thought it was just a few pages missing, and there would be no major problems. However, your village had no news and could not get in, and no one came out. The young man just now was a recognized god in the village, so I could only ask him to do it."

Xueying followed the man's forehead angrily.
Chapter completed!