Ma You has lived here?

Yi Sa recalled it, but there was no impression.

Chen Tu seemed to know what she was thinking and looked at her with contempt: "Miss, how many days do you only live here every year? Besides, I have never seen all the people here."

That's right.

Yi Sa put the potion bottles into the plastic bag together: "Why are you staying outside?"

The man surnamed Ma is very good at doing things. He talks about his friendship with compatriots when he meets people and asks Chen Tu's door. She thought she could get into a bed where she could sleep.

Chen Tuo was lazy: "I know him, how many people live here, and there are many people who kill and rob. It's better to stay away from him."

He also said to her: "Compared to when you first lived in, the residents had to renovate 50% or 60% of them. There were many ways to go. Or I would call a boat and drag your boathouse closer to this side? You live too far."

Yi Sa said: "No, I just like quietness."

Chen Tu sneered in his nose: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. If there are bad people who fall in love with you and climb onto your bed in the dark, no one can hear you shouting for help."

Yi Sa actually smiled: "People with a brain won't do this. If I were really a little cabbage, I would have been harvested a few times by people living in such a place. How many of them would I take for these later?"

This is true. Chen Tu suddenly remembered three years ago, and his heart was shaking for a moment.

The scene at that time was similar to what he said, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and someone touched her boathouse.

Then she broke one leg with a baseball bat.

It wasn't over yet. She tied the man's broken leg with a rope and hung him upside down under the boathouse. It was dry season and the water level had already receded. The man was swaying in the air, far away from the water surface, and howled heart-wrenchingly.

Chen Tugang said, "No one heard him shouting for help." This was a bit exaggerated. In fact, he could still hear him when he shouted hard enough.

Residents from far and near were very excited, and they slapped the door and called the window, and they all rowed onto the iron boat to see what happened, and Chen Tu also went there.

The atmosphere is like the New Year. There are at least forty or fifty boats surrounded by the boathouse, and each boat has lights: horse lanterns, emergency lights, electric lights, and even torches.

That scene had a simple and colorful brilliance and glory.

The people who watched the fun knew the rules very well. No one took action to loosen the man and let him stay like this: Whoever dared to help would be unable to get along with the one who started the attack.

Chen Tuo guessed Yi Sa's intention: she was just to have a big scene, to shock the tiger, so that some people could retreat, and don't bother her one after another.

Finally, Chen Tu shouted upwards: "Isa, how can you do this? Give me a message."

Yi Sa opened the door and looked down, saying, "Then let it go."

Only then did the onlookers untied the ropes.

Chen Tu always thought that the scene was really romantic and regretted that he didn't take it at that time, otherwise it would have been wonderful to wash it into a photo and hang it on the wall.

...

Yi Sa kicked the black ghost beside her feet: "Let's go."

She bent down and picked up the pottery bowl that contained the wine, splashed the remaining wine, threw it a few times before stuffing it into the gap in the plastic bag, and then finally tucked her mouth.

The black ghost spread its wings on both sides and swayed out, with a very stance like a stupid goose.

Chen Tu helped her carry a plastic bag and took her down the ladder: "A broken bowl needs to be recycled, what's the rare thing?"

When she was fostering Wugui, she repeatedly told him: This bowl cannot be broken, so let's take a break, let's take a look.

The black ghost flew to the iron boat at the bottom. The Vietnamese yawned and got up, preparing to drive the oars.

Yi Sa climbed to the center of the ladder, raised his hand and handed it to the Vietnamese.

Then he hooked his fingers at Chen Tu.

Chen Tu lay down, rubbed his stomach against the head of the ladder, and stretched his upper body down.

Yi Sa said: "This bowl was burned with mud from the dead grave."

***

The iron boat gradually rowed out of the bright area.

She lives far away, compared to the city. Chen Tu is in the city center. She should live in a suburb, a lonely boathouse, like a guard post watching the enemy situation.

The boathouse is built with a high-rise building, with only one layer, hanging down from the air, and has to go up and down by the ladder. When we walked, the rainy season had already begun, and the two grids at the bottom were flooded. Now the water has only two grids left on the top, and there is a dark shadow like a grave lying in the water next to it.

It was a tree, only the canopy was still on the water.

The rainy season is a little more violent, and the trees will be out of their heads. Local Cambodians say that "catching fish on trees" is the saying that when the water recedes, some fish are stuck on the trees and cannot leave, and the fisherman has to climb on the trees to catch fish.

Unfortunately, she has lived here for so long, and this tree has never been stuck in fish.

Yi Sa carried his bag and stepped onto the roof.

The black ghost flew and followed.

The door was not locked, and it was tied up with wires. Somehow it couldn't be unlocked. Yi Sa was so angry that he kicked it up and kicked it a few times. The door lock was not opened. There was a thud on the side of the door shaft and it smashed into the room, causing a heavy wet smell.

Yi Sa leaned against the door and waited for the smell to fade before entering.

The electric light was unexpectedly off, and the battery of the spare flashlight was moldy. At the critical moment, it still had to rely on fire. She took out a rusty kerosene lamp from the cabinet, took off the glass cover, and lit the wick.

Then take it to the center of the house and sit cross-legged on the ground.

The kerosene was very turbid, and the lights were burning were weak, as if it could not go straight, and it was soft and hang down halfway. The bright square that barely stretched out was like a bulging grave, covering her in the center.

The black ghost didn't come in and stood outside the door.

This beast is quite strange. It is stupid and stupid when walking, but once it stands still, it is extremely elegant. Words such as perseverance, mystery, coldness, and sharpness can be put on it.

Yi Sa opened the plastic bag, took out a piece of rubber tube, tied it to his left upper arm, and skillfully patted the center of the elbow.

I ran around for a while, and I was a little tanned and my blood vessels were not clear.

She removed a syringe, connected the needle, and pierced the rubber stopper on the sealing of the veterinary medicine bottle. She looked at the position where the needle was poked in, slowly lifted the piston to draw the liquid, and kept mentioning the maximum scale.

Then raise your left arm and give yourself an intravenous injection.

The movement of pushing the needle is very light, with a constant speed, slightly closed eyes, and the expression is very enjoyable.

***

In the middle of the night, Ding Qi was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

Jing Xiu also woke up, turned over impatiently, rubbed his eyelids that could not be opened with his hands, and thought he was having a nightmare: the kind of dream of jumping to the countryside before liberation, in the countryside, exorcising evil spirits.

The main reason is that this bell is recording an old man singing, with a low and hoarse voice, a tweaking tone, and a difficult pronunciation. The tone is very northwest, like Lanzhou Flowers, and like Xintianyou, northern Shaanxi.

There is also a faint sound of waves and water in the background sound.

Ding Qi tightened his back and instantly turned over and sat up: This bell belongs to his adoptive father Ding Changsheng, and he recorded the yin song of Duan Umbrella Head.

He picked up his cell phone, got out of bed, and walked quickly towards the terrace.

Jing Xiu was confused and just half-supported his body. Ding Qi turned around and said, "You are lying down."

His tone was cold and hard, not discussing with her.

So Jing Xiu lay back, subconsciously curled up, watched Ding Qi walk onto the terrace, pull up the glass door, and feel a wife-like satisfaction and helplessness in his heart.

Men always have endless things to do.

The terrace was a little cool, the night air was wet, and it was dark everywhere, and the swimming pool below was shimmering.

Ding Qi pursed his lips tightly, his eyelids drooped, and listened to Ding Changsheng's explanation.

"I have found out about Yi Sa's residence. I'm in the floating village on the big lake. I'll send you a rough map later. You can go and find her as soon as possible."

"Don't make any mistakes this time. This girl was disobedient when she was a child. Her father had no choice but to do anything to her. She grew up even more wildly. She has been in Southeast Asia in recent years. She probably has a lot of friends with her. She is so evil. She doesn't take her seriously when I talk to her!"

Ding Changsheng seemed a little angry, coughed twice, and then pressed down again.

"Anyway, when you visit, you have to be humble. You buy some gifts on the way and bring them over. When you meet, you should be polite. If you talk about it carefully, you have met when you were a child, at the Jianghe Guesthouse in Xining."

Ding Qi's mouth suddenly burst into a sarcastic smile: "I remember that I want to show off and I am quite good at answering questions."

Ding Changsheng didn't like his tone very much: "Speak well, your attitude is wrong! If you hadn't been smart enough to watch her this time, there wouldn't be so many things! It was a normal thing, but if you did this, it would be complicated."

Ding Qi was embarrassed: "Yes, I thought at the time that I would not be discovered as long as I was careful..."

Ding Changsheng said sternly: "Why didn't she discover it? Is she stupid? She is a water ghost from the Yi family's generation!"

Ding Qi didn't say anything anymore, and the call came to silence for a second or two.

He tried to reiterate the old saying: "But godfather, don't you find it strange? The three surnames of water ghosts can only produce one water ghost in each generation. Her sister Yi Xiao is a water ghost, how could she be the same?"

Ding Changsheng sneered: "I know you are strange, and I am also strange, but the female test of the 7th day of the three and nine days of the year, with so many eyes fixed on her, she passed by her openly. I have told you that this is a talent given by our ancestors. I can't be envious, and I can't be practiced even if I die!"

...

After hanging up the phone, Ding Qi returned to the bedside.

I was going to bed, but suddenly I stopped and always felt that I had nothing to do.

After standing for a second or two, I finally completely digested the phone call and understood what to do next.

He twisted the bedside lamp and started packing his luggage.

This is his habit. Before leaving, he has to keep his luggage the night before. He doesn't like to get up early in the morning and rush in a hurry.

The sudden light was a little dazzling. Jing Xiu covered his eyes with his hands and asked, "Are you leaving?"
To be continued...