Huang Ying's house is in the innermost part of the village. After walking a muddy road and climbing a steep slope, she arrived. There were three small shabby houses in front of her, crowded together cautiously.

Before he got close, the little boy shouted at his sister.

Huang Ying came out of the room on the far left, holding a basin in her hand, and poured water on the open space outside. Only then did she see two adults behind her brother, she quickly put the basin on the ground and walked towards them. Excited.

"Mr. Xie?" She said a little excitedly, "Is it you who called before?"

Song Zhaoshui finally knew where the little boy's strange Mandarin came from.

Xie Nanting nodded: "We want to know what happened back then."

"I know, I know!" Huang Ying's smile was a little wistful, and then warmly greeted the two of them to enter the room and sit down: "Someone told me that it would be made into a movie, right?"

The room was dark and dark, and there was a pit by the window, a fire was burning in the pit, and there were several chairs beside it.

Huang Ying said: "It's very cold, you come and bake the fire!"

Song Zhaoshui and Xie Nanting were good-natured, and there was nothing strange on their faces. Huang Ying was still busy. She said she was going to cook for two people. Xie Nanting hurriedly said, "Don't be busy. Come and tell us about that year."

The script has been changed to add a subtle affection between the girl and the detective, shaping her into a slender but strong flower.

However, in reality, Huang Ying is just an ordinary girl, in her twenties, with a low ponytail, wearing a winter coat that has lost its original color, small eyes, and messy eyebrows. The vicissitudes of life girl.

Talking about the events of those years, there is always a wry smile on his face.

She said: "My mother's good life has been ruined."

In fact, her life was ruined.

If her mother hadn't been abducted here, she would have been born in her original family and lived with the beauty of her life, instead of guarding her half-brother in this backcountry.

"I don't care about him, no one cares."

The biological father reorganized the family and did not want her anymore. The mother also died, and the sister and brother were the most worried before dying.

Huang Ying wiped the corners of her eyes: "It's not too bad. I'll go out to work next spring, and I'll take him out and let him go to school."

Song Zhaoshui glanced at the boy who was teasing the little dog at the door, his heart was numb, and he couldn't tell what he felt.

Huang Ying wanted to cook and asked the little boy to take the two to go around the village.

The boy's name is Huang Hai, and he enthusiastically pointed to various places and explained it all the way, like a dutiful tour guide: "The mountain is so fun, you can see it everywhere in the village."

He pointed to the way the two came: "It's called Yingzuiyan, and there is a house on it, did you see it when you came?"

Song Zhaoshui said, "Is there a place where the forest guards live?"

Xiao Huanghai shook his head: "That's not it! My dad said that everyone should take turns living there, lest the women in the village run away!"

The only way out of the village was guarded.

Come, you can't go.

"When Dad comes back, I'm going to guard with him." He said with a smile, not knowing how malicious this sentence was.

Song Zhaoshui was shocked. Even though she knew that the child was ignorant and that it didn't make any sense, she couldn't help but look at him scrutinizingly.

There is evil all over this place.

In addition to the house, there is also a cellar, which Xiao Huanghai said was used to keep people in.

He didn't say who it was, but there was no need to ask.

There were no other men in the village except for two old men who were dying on crutches and a few boys the same age as Huang Hai.

Either he was caught or he escaped. People of this generation, as long as they can leave, will not stay here.

The places that have been on the news are all rotten here, and no one wants to get involved.

Most of the houses are deserted, and a village is full of no more than five families.

Halfway through, it suddenly started to rain.

The rain in winter was so cold that a few people hurried back.

Huang Hai has lived in this village for a long time and runs very fast.

The two adults were not familiar with this place, but fell behind. Xie Nanting wanted to take off his coat to cover the two of them from the rain, but was scolded by Song Zhaoshui as stupid: "I have a hat. You took off your clothes. In such a cold day, if you get sick from the cold, do you expect me to be taken out of the mountain by you?"

Xie Nanting was quite happy when he was scolded, and forcibly held his fingers together: "Let's run."

He had never run in the rain with anyone, and found it very interesting. Song Zhaoshui only felt that she had made a foolish boyfriend and was very melancholy.

His trouble, but made her unhappy accumulated in her heart dissipated a lot.

After returning, Huang Ying put a lot of firewood in the fire pit and told them to take off their clothes and bake them.

Under Song Zhaoshui's black down jacket, he was wearing a white turtleneck cashmere sweater, which outlined a very graceful figure.

Xie Nanting sat down shamelessly, smelling the cold fragrance on her body, and thought of last night's scene again.

He had a dream yesterday, but at the critical moment of the dream, he subconsciously told him that it was in the outside room, and he was forced to wake up.

They were not here in the dream, they were on the sofa in Zhaoshui's apartment.

The sofa is soft, but not as soft as the person below.

The person in the dream asked for anything from him, removed all disguise, with red eyes, softly calling, begging him...

Song Zhaoshui felt flustered by being stared at, and turned to stare at him: "I'll beat you again."

Xie Nanting squeezed his hand and called to his face: "How many times can you watch it?"

"Twice?" He called out again.

"Three times?" Again.

Song Zhaoshui pulled his hand back and looked at him with a neurotic look: "It's outside!"

Fortunately, Huang Ying's sister and brother were all in the kitchen, otherwise she really wanted to plunge into this fire pit and burn herself to death.

Xie Nanting muttered in his heart, I haven't seen you at home, can you let me watch it?

He was a little melancholy, staring at her more and more firmly.

Song Zhaoshui couldn't, and decided that it would be fine if he didn't meet his eyes.

It was raining non-stop outside, Xie Nanting took out his mobile phone to check the weather forecast. The signal is not good, it took a long time to brush it out, but the ghost weather forecast said that it will rain all day today.

Yesterday was clearly still cloudy!

Xie Nanting was a little dumbfounded. Huang Ying came in and said to them, "It's raining, and the cliffs are very slippery. Would you like to stay for a night?"

Stay for the night?He wanted to refuse a little, but Zhang Man also called and said that the man who led the way said that it was dangerous to enter the village in rainy days, and he insisted that he would not lead the way, and he could not pay more.

Even if it does, Xie Nanting will not let his assistant venture into the mountain.

He paused and glanced at Huang Ying, who said, "We still have a room here, I'll pack it up for you!"

"One room?" Song Zhaoshui felt stupid after saying that. There are only three rooms here, one is the kitchen, and one is for the siblings. Of course, there is only one room left.

She was silent, but Huang Ying said, "Mr. Xie said that you two are boyfriend and girlfriend. It doesn't matter, right?"

She scratched her head in embarrassment, with a tangled face, don't all the people in the city live together?

Song Zhaoshui didn't want to embarrass her, so he said, "Maybe it will stop when it rains. The weather forecast is always inaccurate."

As if to refute her words, the rain continued all day long until it was dark.