Suddenly a message came up on QQ. Xiao Fan clicked to read it.
Xiaotian: Have you arrived? Found the place successfully?
Hongyi Tangtang: Well, after searching for a long time, I finally found Zhoujiacun and crossed the bridge.
Xiaotian: Well, it seems you have indeed found it. That bridge is called Naihe Bridge.
Red-coated Tangtang:?!!
Xiaotian: I’m kidding you, I’m scaring you.
Hongyi Tangtang: You really know how to joke, you really scared me.
Xiaotian: Each other, no matter who you are, you scare me.
Hongyi Tangtang: You really hold a grudge. (Smiley face)
Xiaotian: Actually, that bridge has no name, it’s just a bridge.
Xiaotian: Where are you now?
Hongyi Tangtang: In the teahouse.
Xiaotian:Teahouse?
Hongyi Tangtang: You don’t know? There’s a teahouse at the entrance of the village.
Xiaotian: Oh, that should have been opened later. Alas, I forgot, I don’t remember.
Hongyi Tangtang: I am in a room on the second floor of the teahouse, with a river behind me.
Xiaotian: Oh, how is the environment there now? Is it okay?!
Hongyi Tangtang: So-so. It’s not too bad, and it’s not that good either. It’s just that there are really few of you here.
Xiaotian: Then I don’t know. After all, I haven’t gone back since I moved out.
Xiao Fan frowned.
Hongyi Tangtang: Not even once?
Xiaotian: No. Not even once.
Hongyi Tangtang: Are there any relatives still here?
Xiaotian: Yes, there used to be, but now they have all moved to the city. So now there is really no one who has anything to do with us in that area.
Xiao Fan pondered for a moment and continued typing.
Hongyi Tangtang: Then there should be the tombs of your ancestors or something.
Xiaotian: Indeed, there are people from my great-grandfather’s generation. Well, two years ago, when my grandparents were still alive, they often went back to do some cleaning. No one goes there now.
Xiao Fan thought that his father had also passed away two years ago, so there was no need to go to the countryside anymore. He had completely severed ties with his hometown.
Xiao Fan thought of something again, so he asked again: When did you move away?
There was silence for a while, probably thinking about it.
After a while, a message came over from there.
Xiaotian: I can’t remember the exact time. It must have been more than ten years ago. It must have been around 2002. It was summer when I moved away and it was very hot. I remember this.
Hongyi Tangtang: You all moved away together?
Xiaotian: Us?
Hongyi Tangtang: There are five of you.
Xiaotian: Oh no, no, no, no, we didn’t move together. Everyone moved at a different time.
Hongyi Tangtang: Oh?
Xiao Fan vaguely felt something strange.
Hongyi Tangtang: Then when did they move out?
Xiaotian: I really can’t remember this. It was too far away, and everyone moved out at different times. Some people moved while I watched them, while others happened after me.
Hongyi Tangtang: How long is the interval for you?
Xiao Fan felt that his words had gone too far, and he hoped that the other party did not understand what he meant.
Xiaotian: Well, it’s almost a few months apart. Why do you ask?
Hongyi Tangtang: Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just boring, so I’m asking, don’t worry, this place is too monotonous. There is no entertainment.
As expected by Xiao Fan, these people evacuated in an orderly manner.
For some reason, Xiao Fan thought of the word "organized" and always felt that there was a reason for everything. Otherwise, how could the arrangement be so consistent?
It's really doubtful and puzzling.
For the first time, Xiao Fan felt that everything that happened was no longer so simple. Xiao Fan felt that he seemed to have fallen into a trap, a puzzle.
And Xiao Fan doesn't know whether this is a disaster or a blessing. In short, since everyone has come in, there is no need to withdraw.
He must clear away the fog and find out the source.
Xiaotian:Are you asleep?
Hongyi Tangtang: No, I’m in a daze.
Xiaotian: Go to bed early if you have nothing to do, don’t think too much, otherwise be careful...
Hongyi Tangtang: Goodbye, I won’t mess with you anymore, just be careful.
Xiaotian:……
Xiao Fan was sincerely reminding him, but he had already sent the words, forget it, and didn't bother to withdraw them.
I hope he didn't get nervous by his reminder.
Looking at the empty room, Xiao Fan also felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit strange.
The walls of the room are also made of wooden boards, and the wooden boards are full of mottled marks and twisted natural lines.
I always feel that there are things of various shapes and faces hidden on it...
Hey, it's better to go to bed quickly.
Isn’t this intentional to scare yourself? You really can’t think wildly when you are alone in a foreign country.