My Youth Began With Him

For a long while, no one responded...

Qin Chu did not give up, just about to push the door in, I heard a voice coming from behind.

"Who are you looking for?"

Huo Mian turned back and saw a fifteen-six-year-old boy who was black and tall.

Holding a basketball in his hand, sweating all over, it seems that he just went out to play back.

"Little brother, we want to find the owner of this house, have you seen him?" Huo Mian asked politely.

"We are relatives of Yang's distant family." Qin Chu added a sentence.

"You look for Grandpa Yang..." The little boy’s expression was a bit weird.

"Is he not at home? I heard that I came back a few days ago." Qin Chu said.

"He... is dead." The boy hesitated for a moment and said slowly.

"What? Dead?" Huo Mian and Qin Chu exclaimed at the same time.

"The night before yesterday, I should have been buried yesterday, but we have a custom here. We can’t bury it in the seventh place. It’s the seventh day of the seventh day. It’s not to be buried. So, until tomorrow, Grandpa Yang has no relatives, just a prostitute. In the south, it seems that it is not very good. He has no money for himself. The village chief said that the body was first placed in the morgue in the town, and he was directly cremated tomorrow.

"How can a good person die?" Huo Mian was disappointed in the moment, and the clues that were finally found were strangely broken.

The little boy scratched his head and said, "I don't know. My mom said that Grandpa Yang committed suicide by drinking medicine. Because he has no children, the prostitute's family can't go back, so I can't think of it, but I don't think it is because Grandpa Yang is a very easy-going and optimistic person. He played chess with me the day before his death."

Both Huo Mian and Qin Chu are deeply silent...

"A city, what are you still grinding, come back to eat?" A woman in her thirties shouted far away.

"Know it, Mom." Then the boy turned his head and said, "Don't tell you, my mom called me home to eat."

"Thank you, brother." Huo Mian nodded to him.

"It seems that we are late..." Qin Chu whispered.

"Yeah... it’s really weird."

"What do you want now?" Qin Chu asked for advice from Huo Mian.

"I want to go to the village chief's house."

"I mean this too, let's go."

Qin Chu and Huo Mian did not enter the old house of Yang’s uncle. Instead, they inquired about the position of the village chief’s family and went directly to a large house with a tile roof at the entrance of the village. This is the village chief’s person. The popularity is not bad, and it is quite prestigious in the village.

"Two are...?"

"Ah... you, we are a relative of Yang’s distant family. I heard that he came back a few days ago, so I want to see him, but I heard that he is dead. What is going on here?” Chu’s statement is a relative of Uncle Yang.

When the village head heard about relatives, they seemed to have slacked off a lot and invited them into the house.

"You are his relatives, why didn't I hear him mention that he is not only a prostitute?" The village chief looked puzzled at Qin Chu and Huo Mian.

"Ah, this is the case. Uncle Yang and my family have some old relatives. I haven’t moved around for many years. Now my parents want to find some relatives from their hometown. Please ask me to come and see. I asked before, Grandpa Yang has returned from the South. So I want to come over and visit today."

"Oh, that's it... then you are late, he is dead."

"I heard that, but what the **** is going on, it’s too sudden, how did it die?" Qin Chu asked the cause of death again.