prisoner in the door

Sometimes, human beings will be more tolerant towards patients than towards normal people, and at the same time, they will subconsciously feel a little fear in their hearts towards those suspected of being mentally ill.

After all, there is no reason why neurosis hurts people.

When the middle-aged man realized that Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be mentally disturbed, and seemed to be a wealthy mentally ill patient, he looked at Mo Zhenzhen a little evasive.

Look at the golden melon seeds in the palm of your hand, and then look at Mo Zhenzhen.

Look at Mo Zhenzhen, and then look at the golden melon seeds in her hand.

Finally, the middle-aged man looked past Mo Zhenzhen and towards the two players behind her.

"You are the children of Dongzi and Mariko, right? I am your seventh uncle. You have come back just in time. The old man has not left yet. Let's meet him together."

The two players didn't know what to do at this time. After a vague look at each other, Zhang Xiaoguang took a step forward, hesitated for a moment between admitting and not admitting, and then chose to admit.

"Yes, Uncle Qi, we are back."

Uncle Qi then looked at Li Youyou. Li Youyou had no choice but to nod in response.

Uncle Qi showed a satisfied smile, then turned around and said while turning around.

"Let's go, we have to hurry up, Master Hui may not be able to hold on anymore."

The two players subconsciously wanted to follow, but Mo Zhenzhen said not very happily at this time.

"How could you just leave without knowing the rules?"

Uncle Qi, who was walking in front, paused and looked back at Mo Zhenzhen with a strange look on his face.

"What rules?"

Mo Zhenzhen raised her chin.

"You haven't asked me to follow my rules yet."

To be honest, Uncle Qi didn't want to 'invite' this guy who looked like he was seriously ill.

But due to certain rules, he hesitated and actually spoke.

"...Miss, please?"

Mo Zhenzhen made a "hmm" sound with her nose, then raised her chin slightly and stepped forward.

She even walked in front of Uncle Qi and became the leader.

Uncle Qi squeezed the golden melon seeds in his palm and lost his temper because of Mo Zhenzhen's behavior.

Go back first and let the knowledgeable old people take a look. If this is real gold, it’s easy to say. If this is not real gold...

Uncle Qi's face darkened for a moment, but then returned to normal.

Just because Mo Zhenzhen was walking in front didn't mean that she knew the way.

But here is just a dirt road with bumps and bumps. If you follow this road forward, you will almost reach the place.

Only halfway through, Mo Zhenzhen started to act like a monster again.

"What's going on with this road? Why is it so difficult to walk? Don't you guys know how to make the road smoother?"

Uncle Qi originally didn't want to talk to him when he made such idiotic remarks, but Mo Zhenzhen refused to give in. When he didn't reply, she turned around and glared at him with an angry look like "You are bold and cunning, and you dare not answer this lady." Uncle Qi also lost his temper (the main point is that Mo Zhenzhen is good-looking, and it is pleasing to the eye to stare at beautiful women. In addition, Uncle Qi felt that her head was abnormal, so he was not angry), so he could only say it impatiently.

"The clan has no money, and the province has not approved any money to build roads. What can we do." He especially wanted to add a sentence about whether he likes to walk or not, but he squeezed the golden melon seeds in his hand and finally did not say so. mouth.

Mo Zhenzhen muttered about the road. When she was almost at the entrance of the village, Mo Zhenzhen snorted and stopped.

"What's going on in your village? Is this how you welcome me?"

Uncle Qi was stared at again, this time he was a little confused. "Who is going to greet you...so what?"

Mo Zhenzhen pointed to the white sail stuck at the entrance of the village and said.

"What is that thing? Is it a white sail, the kind used for funerals? Just forget it if you don't wear red when I come. What does this mean? There is also a horse... What's going on with that paper horse???"

Uncle Qi endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes at her.

"There is a funeral in our village...so why are you here? You said our village does not accept outsiders."

Mo Zhenzhen raised her chin, feeling extremely proud.

"I am coming soon. Someone has passed away. How can we continue to do this?"

Uncle Qi grinned, his bright red teeth exposed, and he even looked a bit ferocious.

"It's impossible to say."

Mo Zhenzhen stretched out her hand and almost poked the other person's nose with her outstretched fingertips, which made Uncle Qi stop laughing.

"Who are you trying to scare here? Let me tell you, I'm here for a trip. If you serve me well, I'll pay you back. If you don't serve me well... humph."

Uncle Qi put away the expression on his face, looked at Mo Zhenzhen's deliberately widened eyes, and squeezed the golden melon seeds in his hand again.

If he continues to be patient, he will not argue with the lunatic!

A funeral is being held in the village, and the funeral is not being held one by one. Instead, every house has hung a white cloth, and placed wreaths and paper pots in front of the door. Paper horses can be seen every few houses. In the village You can still see remnants of scattered paper money on the loess road.

Mo Zhenzhen was still walking at the front. As she walked, she looked at the village openly.

The village is quite shabby. Looking at the clothes Uncle Qi is wearing, you can tell that the time of this copy should be around the [-]th century.

In this period, there were still mud houses and loess roads. This village was indeed very backward.

Moreover, Mo Zhenzhen observed that there were no plants in the yards of these houses.

The weather is already a bit hot now, and Mo Zhenzhen can't guess the season based on her feelings, but with this temperature, under normal circumstances, the seeds should have been planted, and even if they don't bear fruit, they should still grow green seedlings.

But there is nothing. The yards of these houses are all deserted.

It's not that Mo Zhenzhen is biased. She thinks that if you are poor, you should plant things on any piece of land to improve your life.

But this really made Mo Zhenzhen feel uncomfortable.

Of course, what is even more inconsistent is that she has been in the village for such a long time and has not seen anyone else.

Mo Zhenzhen walked a few more steps inside, then turned around and came face to face with Uncle Qi.

Uncle Qi was 'afraid' of Mo Zhenzhen, the 'eldest lady'. Seeing her suddenly turning around, Uncle Qi braked and spoke before Mo Zhenzhen spoke.

"My eldest lady, what are you doing?"

Mo Zhenzhen stared at Uncle Qi expressionlessly for two seconds before asking.

"Where's my welcome ceremony? Why are half the people missing?"

Uncle Qi was no longer too lazy to ask Mo Zhenzhen about the welcome ceremony. He answered the questions he could understand.

"I told you that Mr. Hui is dying, and everyone is guarding him at Mr. Hui's house."

Therefore, the old man is not dead yet, but the village is ready to die.

Paper money was scattered on the ground, and there were traces of burnt paper money in the pottery. The white sails were inserted, and the white cloths were arranged...