Er Mao's mother followed the man in tears and entered a spacious courtyard. The house in the courtyard was a rare brick house in the village. The brick house was decent and neat, which was considered a symbol of status.
Xiaolan hid far away behind a low slope and did not risk getting close to the small courtyard. The sound of the door opening and closing, and the two figures and voices disappeared.
It didn't take long for them to walk out, followed by a woman. The woman wiped her hands on her apron and followed them out of the yard with a hurried look.
If I guessed correctly, this person should be the village chief's wife.
So...are there anyone else in the village chief's family?
Xiaolan waited quietly behind the hillside for a long time.
The cry of looking for Ermao spread in the village again. Xiaolan saw several groups of villagers entering the mountain along different mountain roads. It seemed that their search scope had expanded to the forest.
Ermao's name echoed in the mountains and slowly faded away. As the call became fainter, the village also became quiet.
Xiaolan waited there for a full half hour, but no one passed by on the dirt road in front of her.
Is it safe?
She picked up a stone and threw it into the middle of the road.
Well, there was no ambush (what were you expecting?).
Xiaolan took a deep breath.
She still understands the principle of making great efforts, then failing again, and finally exhausting yourself.
Xiaolan grabbed the hem of her skirt tightly and took advantage of the moment when time was almost stagnant to run down the hillside quickly and rushed straight into the open door of the village chief's house.
The door was also ajar. Xiaolan opened it quietly and walked in quietly. She wanted to close the door quietly, but was startled by the loud friction sound made by the door frame.
At the same time, a loud bang was heard in the house.
Xiaolan was so frightened that she froze in place and didn't dare to breathe.
After a while.
"Mom?" A boy's voice sounded from the house, "Are you back?"
Xiaolan held her breath and remained silent.
"I...I'm studying." The boy in the room stuttered and shouted.
lie.
But Xiaolan considered that her own situation was worse, so she didn't go in to expose him.
Xiaolan cleared her throat guiltily and lowered her voice deliberately, "Okay, let's learn."
Her hand was still clenched on the door handle, always ready to escape.
But the boy said no more.
He didn't seem to realize that the person outside the door was not his mother.
Xiaolan pursed her lips, put her head around and let go of the door handle, then tiptoed into the living room.
There was plenty of light in the living room, and there were several pots of plants placed everywhere. Xiaolan searched around carefully to make sure there was no place for books, so she walked to the half-open door and looked inside.
Behind the door is an integrated corridor and kitchen. There are two closed doors in the corridor, which should be the bedroom.
Xiaolan did not deliberately cover up the sound of her footsteps. She stepped onto the clean floor calmly and walked towards the first door.
Stop by the door.
Xiaolan leaned over, put her ear close to the wooden door, and listened quietly.
There seemed to be no movement inside the door.
Is this room an adult's room?
To confirm, Xiaolan walked to the second door and listened as well.
It's just as quiet.
Strange, why is there no sound?
"Huh? Why is there no sound?"
Have you spoken out your thoughts?
wrong!
This sentence came from the door.
Xiaolan almost laughed out loud.
The boy in the room, like himself, should be lying by the door and eavesdropping on the movement in the corridor.
What on earth is this kid doing?
But this matter had nothing to do with Xiaolan. Even if he was building missiles, it had nothing to do with him. Xiaolan left the boy's room with peace of mind and returned to the first door.
The door is locked.
but……
Xiaolan twisted her magic hand, and the door lock opened with a sound.
Passive skills are still useful.
Xiaolan quickly entered the bedroom, turned around and locked the door firmly.
This bedroom is not small. In addition to a large bed equipped with a mat and a mosquito net, there are also two sets of double-door mahogany wardrobes erected against the wall. Sunlight shines in from the window. Through this window, you can just see a corner of the ancestral hall.
.
The breeze fluttered the navy blue curtains by the window. Xiaolan looked around the bedroom and walked to the bed first.
There were two books placed by the bedside, but it seemed that the book was not what she was looking for. Xiaolan rummaged under the quilt, under the pillow, and even under the mattress, but all to no avail.
Open the closet.
Although the wardrobe was large, there were not many clothes in it, so Xiaolan quickly finished searching.
After a while, Xiaolan frowned and sat on the rocking chair by the window, leaning on her knees with her arms and sighing in distress.
She searched everywhere she could.
Although I just sneaked in with the attitude of giving it a try, I still can't accept this ending.
There should definitely be something here.
Even if there are no books introducing the life of the prophet, as the village chief, he should at least have some information related to the history of the village.
Otherwise, why should he be the village chief? I can do it.
Xiaolan, filled with indignation, looked through the furnishings in the room over and over again.
Her eyes focused on the corner next to the closet.
Brooms, shovels, mops... this should be a place to store tools.
but……
Xiaolan straightened her upper body and looked at the side of the wardrobe with her shoulders slanted.
Why is there a ladder here?
I can at least understand other tools, but why would someone put a ladder in the bedroom? Even if the space in other rooms is limited, there is no need to put something like a ladder that doesn't take up much space in the sleeping area, right?
Xiaolan raised her head and looked towards the roof.
The afternoon sun was strong, reflecting the snow-white color of the roof. On top of this layer of snow-white, an extremely clear square outline was revealed.
Xiaolan quickly stood up and ran over quickly.
The small door on the roof opened directly above the center of the bed and wardrobe, just enough to put down a ladder. Xiaolan climbed up quickly and stretched out her arms.
Just...a little bit off.
The height of this ladder should have been prepared for the adult man of the village chief, but for Xiaolan, it was not enough. Xiaolan could only stand carefully on the top step and reluctantly pushed open the roof door.
The space on the roof is dark and empty, but there is no dust at all. It seems that it is cleaned frequently.
You have to go up there yourself.
Xiaolan grabbed the edge of the roof tightly and used the strength of her feet to jump hard.
Went up.
There was a crackling sound underfoot.
The ladder was also kicked down by himself and fell on the wardrobe, making a loud noise.
"Mom? What's wrong with you?" the boy next door shouted.
Xiaolan finally managed to get into the roof space, and the boy's shouts also came to the corridor.
"Mother?"
Xiaolan quickly hid on the roof, and at this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Mom is looking for something," Xiaolan quickly stabilized her breathing and shouted, "Go back quickly and learn your habits!"
I really grasped the essence of mother-child communication.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the boy returned to the bedroom disappointed and never spoke again.