Chapter 299

Song Tingyun has never told Song Fei sisters the truth of his grandfather's death. They only know that his father was 15 years old and had no grandfather.

Listen to the village head say so, grandfather died?

Song Fei, who had been silent for a long time, opened the golden mouth and asked the village head, "village head, how did my grandfather die? Who was killed? "

The village head looked at their sisters in surprise and said, "don't you know?" The village head looked at the two sisters suspiciously, and doubted their identity and purpose.

Song porcelain sisters look like their mother, and there is no similarity with song Tingyun. Song Qingkuang died so miserably that he had not solved the case. He became the only outstanding case in their land. The village head could not help doubting the sisters.

He suspected that the song porcelain sisters had something to do with the murderer.

Song porcelain saw the guard of the village head and quickly explained, "well, our father usually doesn't tell us about this kind of thing. Maybe it's too bloody."

The village head is still unconvinced.

The village head looked at them warily and suddenly said, "show me your ID card."

Song porcelain and Song Fei are both stunned, and then they can't help but escape from the ID card. After taking the ID card, he saw that the two people were indeed surnamed song. The village head's doubts were a little lighter, but he still couldn't believe them.

"Is there anything else that can prove your identity?" The village head confessed: "Uncle song's death is a big event. We don't usually mention it."

"We understand that. Just a moment." Song porcelain opened her mobile phone and found a group photo of her family of four years ago in the cloud photo album.

"Look, village head, this is what my father looked like when he was an adult. You must have met my father."

Song Tingyun came to Lanying village to worship his dead father after he came back from afar. He must have met with the village head.

Sure enough, after seeing the photos, the village head's doubts disappeared completely. "Hey, Brother Yun has the ability to find such a beautiful daughter-in-law. It's no wonder your sisters are so beautiful. It's up to your mother. "

Song Tingyun himself is also a handsome man, standing with Jiang Shiyu, his appearance is a match.

After returning the mobile phone and ID card to their sisters, the village head lit another cigarette.

The head of the village opened his mouth and said, "your grandfather used to live on that mountain. At that time, our village didn't have a road. Your grandfather helped to dig the road at the gate of our village committee. Only a few years ago, did you pave the cement."

He smoked, squinted, and looked at the mountain opposite the village committee office. There are three mountains close together, and the middle one is hidden behind by the mountains on both sides. There is a huge maple leaf on the hillside.

In this season, the maple trees are bare and decadent.

"After uncle song came to our village with Brother Yun, who was only over one year old, he lived there. I also heard from my parents. I was still in my mother's stomach at that time

"Brother Yun and I have grown up together since childhood. My family is at the foot of the mountain. The children at that time were wilder than the children now, and they didn't feel tired running up and down the mountain. "

"Uncle song's front door is planted with medicinal herbs, which I have never seen before. Uncle song is very kind-hearted. No matter who comes to see him for treatment, he will accept it. "

"At that time, uncle song lived in a mud brick and wood house just like us. He had two guest rooms, and someone would stay in his house all year round to recuperate. Sometimes it's from the village, sometimes from the county, and sometimes from other provinces. "

"Uncle song's fees are reasonable, and he is a famous doctor in our area. It's a pity... "The village head sighed a long time, and then said," how could such a good person die so miserably? "

Song porcelain subconsciously held Song Fei's hand. Song Fei did not make a sound, but quietly patted the back of song porcelain's hand to comfort her.

The pupil of the village head trembled. He probably thought of the appearance of Uncle song when he died. His heart was scared. His voice was full of trills: "one morning, I went to play with Brother Yun. As I walked on the road, I found something hanging under the maple tree. I thought it was Uncle song's drying, so I didn't think much about it. I ran to the Song family and called Brother Yun. As soon as I looked up, I saw Uncle song... "

the village head's voice was unstable and his expression was also frightening. He said," Uncle song was hanged under the maple tree in front of the door, his nose was dug, and his hands were cut off... "

" but Brother Yun, he was alone hiding in the pigsty toilet pit for a night. When we found him, He lay on the dunghill like a big character, his face was blue with cold. "

Song porcelain trembled, afraid to think about the picture.

Song Fei also frowned, a little ugly. "And the murderer? Has no one ever seen the murderer? "

"No The head of the village shook his head and said, "at that time, there was no electricity in the village. Every household used kerosene lamps. As soon as it was dark, they closed their doors and went to bed. In addition, uncle song lived on the hillside and was far away from the people at the foot of the mountain. If the murderer killed someone, he just wanted to leave. ""We called the police at that time, but the police couldn't help it. At that time, it was not like now. There was no fingerprint and hair test DNA. If there are no witnesses or suspects, this homicide case will be on the air! "

The head of the village said, "Uncle song is respected in our village. He doesn't have bad relations with people. He doesn't even have a fight. He's very nice to talk to anyone. The murderer is likely to be uncle song's old enemy. "

Uncle song was very young and a very good doctor. But he came to this remote country alone with his child in his arms. Didn't he just seek refuge?

Who knows, the enemy is so difficult, they all hide so far, but still can't escape to die.

Song porcelain and Song Fei both agreed with the village head's opinion, but both sisters wisely did not discuss this topic. Song Fei asked the village head, "village head, where is my grandfather buried?"

The village head pointed to the maple tree and said, "Brother Yun buried uncle song under the maple tree."

"We want to worship him..."

the village head waved his hand and said, "tomorrow, we have to worship the dead here in the morning, but we don't go in the afternoon. It's very Yin."

Song porcelain and Song Fei are not in a hurry, so they decide to go again tomorrow morning.

"Go to my house tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you up the mountain. Most of the roads on the mountain are gone."

"Good."

At night, in the canteen of the village committee office, I had dinner with a group of village leaders. After dinner, Song Ci and Song Fei drove to the village head's house and got off the car with gifts they had bought from the city.

Song Fei said, "fortunately, you bought a gift."

After staying in the county last night, song porcelain said that she would buy some gifts. Song Fei thought that she was exaggerating.

I didn't expect it would work.

Song porcelain is really good at being human, and it is also popular. Song Fei touched song porcelain's hair. She said, "no wonder your parents like you. Who makes you likable?"

Song porcelain refuted her: "parents like me, mainly because I was always sick when I was a child, OK?" Song Ci was weak before she was seven years old, so she had to stay at home to drink medicine in winter.

Because she is a little poor, so her parents love her more, but they also love song Fei.

"All right, go in."

The village head went home first and burned firewood at home. Seeing song porcelain, they also carried gifts. They were very surprised.

Song porcelain is not a very expensive gift, just a little bit of care. The head of the village is also a person who does not stick to the details, so he accepts the gift generously.

It's very cold in the countryside, especially in the high mountain areas. In winter, the cold wind howls and makes people blush. When sleeping at night, song porcelain can vigorously wipe skin care products on his face.

sung Fei painted some cream and laid her hand on the computer in bed. When she turned on the computer, song porcelain was applying skin care products. She told people to finish the matter, a look up, song porcelain is still wearing skin care products.

Song Fei put the computer beside her and asked her, "can your face bear these things?"

Song porcelain turned back and patted his face to Song Fei. His skin was very elastic and tender. Song porcelain was very satisfied, "what do you say? Don't you think my skin is good? "

Song Fei said, "I only use face cream. Do you think my skin is bad?"

Song Fei's skin is not bad.

song porcelain stared at those bottles and cans on his desk, and then looked at Song Fei's little cream pot. Suddenly, he felt that the cost of skin care products had been wasted for so many years.

song porcelain climbed onto the bed and laid down in the warm place where Song Fei slept. She said to her, "skin care products are so expensive. There must be a reason. The more expensive the skin care ingredients are, the better."

"cream and sunscreen are enough, too much, and your skin simply can't bear it." Some people always keep their mouths shut because their skin is too delicate to accept so many skin care products. "

Song Fei said: "believe me, I have read the price list of the most expensive skin care products. You will vomit blood after reading it."

Hearing the speech, song porcelain pointed out sharply: "how can you see it?"

Song Fei stopped talking.

Song porcelain asked her, "are you blackmailing someone else's company again?"

Song Fei continued to be mute.

"Song Fei, I tell you, you can't do whatever you want with your skill. There's someone out there. Be careful that one day you're caught and you'll get into the Bureau. "

Song Fei turns off the light, "sleep!"

Song porcelain closed his mouth.

She sleeps with blindfolds.

The night in the countryside is very quiet. In winter, you can hear the cold wind whistling outside the window. Lan Ying Village is not like a family in Northeast China burning Kang. You have to hide in your bed and heat yourself when you sleep at night.

The more song porcelain sleeps, the colder it gets. Later, he keeps drilling into Song Fei's arms. Song Fei simply hugs song porcelain, which makes song porcelain peaceful.

After a night's sleep and waking up, song porcelain found that her hand was on Song Fei's belly.

She quickly pulled her hand out.

Song Fei is awake and playing with her mobile phone.When song porcelain wakes up, Song Fei says, "you touched me all the time last night, touching me a lot..." Song Fei's expression has some subtle gossip, "do you always touch Han Zhan when you sleep?"

Song porcelain:...

Song Fei added: "you touch some places and ask why I'm missing." Song Fei looked at Song porcelain with a smile and despised her: "you are really a lecher."

Song porcelain has no face to see people.

She quickly got up to put on her clothes and said, "don't you touch Yan Jiang?"

Song Fei shook his head, "never."

After a pause, Song Fei said, "he touched me."

Song Dynasty porcelain is willing to bow down.

The sisters dressed well and went downstairs to wash their faces and brush their teeth. The village head's daughter-in-law has made breakfast, which is made of shredded meat and egg noodles, which tastes delicious.

When they were full, the village head and the village committee asked for a leave and took their sisters up the mountain.

Song porcelain is carrying a big bag. With a hoe in one hand and a shovel in the other, Song Fei plans to go up the mountain to repair the cemetery for his grandfather.

Song Qingkuang has been dead for more than 40 years. Few people remember doctor song, and no one has gone to the mountain to worship him. In addition, with the economic development and the better life, there was no one living on the mountain for a long time.

More than 40 years ago, the road they trampled on was called the way to survive. Now, the path is not full of weeds.

When the village head went up the mountain, he stopped smoking for fear of starting a volcano.

With a machete and a stick in his hand, he explored the way and cut down the weeds.

Looking at a very short road, it took more than two hours to arrive.

The maples are still there, thicker than they were 40 years ago. Standing under the tree, the village head pointed to a branch of the maple tree and said, "Uncle song was hanged on this branch."

Song porcelain and Song Fei looked up at the branch. I can't help feeling sad when I think of my grandfather being hanged here.

Under the maple trees, there are all kinds of things that look like weeds. Song porcelain is happy to see those things. "It's all medicinal materials!"

Song Fei stares at those medicinal materials, showing a confused look, "what kind of medicinal materials are they?"

Song Fei cast a questioning look at Song Fei in the Song Dynasty. "Song Fei, you don't even know the medicinal materials. Do you want to take part in the competition of the Mo family?"

Song Fei even nodded calmly and said, "I don't know Chinese medicine."

Song porcelain:!

Do not understand Chinese medicine, you go to participate in what Chinese medicine competition!

Song Fei: "we went to Mo's house to find out the truth about my father and grandfather's being expelled. Don't think about the game or something. I don't understand it at all

In traditional Chinese medicine, Song Fei is inferior to song porcelain.

Song Fei has a good memory of numbers and symbols, so she has a great talent in the field of virus and chemistry. For traditional Chinese medicine, Song Fei is no longer good.

Song Feigen could not remember the strange names of traditional Chinese medicine. Song porcelain was poor since childhood, and often drank traditional Chinese medicine. Under the influence of song Tingyun, he also dabbled in traditional Chinese medicine.

Song porcelain only wants to roll its eyes. It seems that genius is not omnipotent.

She felt that the first round of going to Mo's house would be brushed off.

Indeed, genius is not omnipotent.

"Uncle song's tomb is there." The head of the village pointed to the land where the medicinal herbs grew most abundantly. Song porcelain and Song Fei walked forward, staring at the herbal medicine. Song porcelain said, "I'll transplant these herbs, and I'll take them back later."

"What is this?"

Song porcelain looked at the medicinal materials and said, "it seems to be zhenhuncao." Zhenhuncao is a very effective herb for the treatment of mental illness. It is very rare and is often used by traditional Chinese medicine to suppress depression and mental patients.

This herb can suppress the disordered nerves of mental patients and keep them calm for a period of time.

"That's useful."

Song porcelain, carefully pull up a bundle of herbs on the open space. All the herbs were pulled out, which revealed the true appearance of the tomb below. The tomb had become a mound, without the shape of a tombstone.

Uncle Song said: "it was more than ten years ago that Brother Yun came back last time. At that time, he said he would repair the tomb next time, but he never came..."

"my father died in the Bijiang earthquake, with my mother."

"I see." The village head sighed: "Brother Yun and uncle song are not blessed."

Song Ci and Song Fei thank the village head and ask the village head to go down the mountain first. The two sisters repaired the tomb with a hoe and shovel. In front of the tombstone, they erected a wooden tablet with the name of song Qingkuang written on it.

The two sisters incense their grandfather and kowtow.

After all this, song porcelain and Song Fei are a little tired. The sisters sat in front of grandfather's grave, eating bread and drinking water. Song porcelain gazed at the two herb meadows in front of him, and the old house at the end of which was seriously damaged and collapsed.

Song porcelain said: "our father grew up here."Song Fei said: "maybe there are traces of dad and grandfather living in this."

The two sisters looked at each other and said, "go and have a look."

After eating the bread, song porcelain stood up and clapped his hands and went into the house with Song Fei. In the middle of the long row house is the main room, which has collapsed and is covered with weeds.

The door on the left side of the main room had grown weeds. Song porcelain stood at the door of the room and said, "it seems that the house hasn't collapsed yet."

Song Fei said, "maybe you open the door and the house will collapse."

Song porcelain said, "I'll try."

She pushed the door open, and it was easy to open it.

In the house, it should be a room. You can see a shelf bed that has been gnawed by insects. There are also some tables and benches in the room, which are broken.

Song porcelain and Song Fei stood at the gate for a while, and then they went in after confirming that the house would not collapse immediately. This should be their grandfather's room. There was a bookshelf in the room. The medical books on the bookshelf were damp and moldy. They had been stuck together for a long time and could not be opened at all.

Song porcelain tried to pull out a medical book and opened it. When he saw the yellow paper and the light handwriting inside, he sighed: "our grandfather's handwriting is very good."

Song Qingkuang wrote with a brush, which is very beautiful. Occasionally, you can see some pen characters. Calligraphy is thin gold, while pen is cursive. The handwriting is like a person, frivolous and uninhibited.

Song porcelain put the book back and read other books.

Song Fei also opened a wooden box. Seeing that there were some messy herbs in it, he lost his interest. Song porcelain searched the bookshelf and chose a book with a red shell.

She opened the book and found a letter hidden in it.

"Song Fei! Come and see

Song Fei comes over and stands with song porcelain and looks down at the letter. The handwriting on the letter is very beautiful. The recipient is mo Qingkuang, but the written name is -

Shan.

Song porcelain and Song Fei look at each other.

Song porcelain asked, "can you open it?"

Song Fei said, "if I don't open it, won't you?"

Song porcelain touched his nose and said, "it's better to open it."

Song porcelain took out the letter, and the sisters squatted on the floor of the room and carefully opened the letter. As soon as the envelope was opened, something fell off.

It fell on Song porcelain's leg.

Song porcelain looked down and found that it was a carefully preserved maple leaf.

Song Fei took away the leaf and said, "this is a specimen of the leaf. At that time, I knew that the person who sent us a letter was a girl."

Song porcelain will smile, "maybe it's our grandmother."

Song Fei also nodded.

Song porcelain opens the letter paper.

On the mottled letter paper, with a black fine brush, write a beautiful page of writing --

Zhan Xinjia:

you asked me in your letter before, who am I?

I know who you are, Mo frivolous, the most dazzling genius of Mo family.

Now, I'll tell you the answer.

Mo Qingkuang, Hello, I'm Nangong Yingying. I'm a man who was raised by the Mo family on the mountain behind the Mohist family.

You must have met me. Five years ago, your father brought your brother to Houshan to get medicine. At that time, you asked your father whether the medicine man was human or medicine?

Your father told you it was medicine.

But you have not answered, you have been looking at me, as if thinking about what I am.

So, the most dazzling genius of Mo family, please tell me the real answer in your heart. I want to know, in your heart, is the medicine man medicine, or people?

Don't be frivolous. What's the gift I want most?

What I want is freedom.

Don't be frivolous. If you can give me freedom, mine will give you my heart and my life will be yours.

Looking forward to your reply, Nangong Yingying.

After reading the letter, song porcelain was in a daze. She turned her head to see Song Fei, but she saw Song Fei's eyebrows tightly frowned and her expression very heavy. Song porcelain asked her, "what's wrong with you?"

Song feichao hooked her lower lip and said, "no, I think it was romantic in those days to communicate with each other by writing letters."

But Song Fei's expression doesn't look like that at all.

Song porcelain can not help but ask: "what is the medicine man?"

Song Fei shook his head. "I don't know. I heard about it for the first time."

"Does the medicine man develop the medicinal materials into the shape of human beings?" Song porcelain read the letter again and again, and she said, "no, look at the meaning of the girl named Nangong Yingying between the lines. It is obvious that she is the medicine man."

"Song Fei, only people can write. What kind of ghost is this medicine man? What is medicine? Is man or medicine? Isn't it people who can write, speak and think? "

Song Fei's face became colder and colder. She snatched the letter from Song porcelain's hand and said, "this Mo family is not interesting. I think this Mo family is not going to go."Song porcelain said: "no, my grandfather was killed like this. It must have been done by the Mo family! I'm not willing to let go of the Mo family and not seek justice for my grandfather. "

"I'm going to find out what happened to my grandfather. If he died, he would have his nose buttoned! This Mo family, after all, is it the benevolence of the doctor or the heart of a dog and a dog! "

Song Fei regretted that song porcelain was so firm. After a long time, she said, "Song porcelain, I know the medicine man."

"Then you said you didn't know!" Song porcelain asked Song Fei angrily, "what is medicine man?"

Song Fei said: "in ancient times, there was a Nangong family. The men of this clan were naturally belligerent, and they were the pillars of heaven to defend the country. The women of this family are naturally beautiful and intelligent. There were many queens from this family. "

"But the fertility of the Nangong family is extremely high, and it is easy for the fetus to slide in the womb. For the sake of the reproduction and development of the family, their patriarch begged for a powerful prescription for preventing abortion with the patriarch of Mo nationality. Taking that prescription, almost every fetus can be born smoothly. After they are born, they are very weak, and they have to use good medicine to warm their bodies

"This kind of children raised by medicinal materials, their bodies have been transformed into the best medicinal materials. The Mo people call them medicine men."

"The blood of medicine man can improve the efficacy of drugs and purify the purity of drugs. Taking their flesh and blood for a long time can even make terminally ill patients recover. "

Hearing this, song porcelain frowned, "it's not killing people!"

"Yes, it's killing. But for the Mo family, the medicine man is not a person, just a medicine. The death of the Nangong family is due to the Mo family. "

Song Fei looked at Song porcelain with a complicated expression and said, "there is a kind of medicine fragrance on the medicine people. When they are emotional or have experienced a love affair, they will send out the fragrance of medicine in their bodies."

"And the Mo family, they are naturally sensitive to the breath of the medicine man, they can always accurately find the whereabouts of each medicine man..."

Song porcelain quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, patted his chest, and said, "it's disgusting!"

But Song Fei's next sentence directly turned song porcelain into a popsicle --

"Song porcelain, you are the medicine man."

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