It was getting dark soon.

The mule cart was shaking, the road seemed to be endless, and many people were dozing off, and dozing seemed to be contagious, and Muyo's eyelids quickly closed together.

In a daze, someone touched her arm and handed her a thin quilt. Muyo said thank you vaguely, wrapped it in the quilt and fell asleep.

I dreamed of Luo Ren.

He stood in the light and looked at her with a smile.

Mu Dai was full of joy and ran over, but when he arrived, Luo Ren suddenly changed his face and pushed her away.

The huge melancholy that cannot be dissolved can be felt in the dream. Mu Dai woke up suddenly, the mule cart was still shaking, and the moon was hanging on the high mountain line. Mu Dai felt wronged for this dream. When he touched his eyes, tears seemed to hang on the corners of his eyes.

Tears in the dream.

A horse lantern was already hanging in front of the mule cart, and she asked Zama: "Have you arrived yet?"

Zama pointed to the direction of Shankou at any time: "It's almost here!"

How did Zhama see it? How could she look at it with her eyes wide, and she couldn't see the lights in the village.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind.

Muyo stuttered a little: "Your village... won't be out of power."

Zama said, "Just install it soon. If you come back next year, you will get electricity in the village."

For Kiyo, this was definitely not good news, so she quickly took out her cell phone.

Sure enough, the phone has no signal.

True to the pot of cold water poured her head: In this way, how could she contact Luo Ren?

***

That night, I stayed at Zama's house. Zama's father died two years ago and only relied on his old mother. The house was filled with stone tram buildings on the upper and lower floors. The stones were collected from the mountains. The lower floors were closed to mules and piled up miscellaneous items, and people lived on the upper floors, and there was a balcony on the top.

The phone has no signal, and Mu Dai was so worried that he even got on the roof with a hint of luck, thinking: Maybe if you stand on the roof, you will have a signal?

Science gave her a heavy blow: no signal means no signal, no matter how high you climb, there is no such thing as no matter how high you climb.

She couldn't sleep, so she sat on the balcony and sighed. Yan Hongsha came out and called her to sleep. She looked up at her and said, "Oh, if you can't get in touch, you can't get in touch. Do you understand if you don't get in touch?

Is this the word used? Kiyo didn't want to pay attention to her, but he had to explain to her: "Today, Wednesday, this village will go out to the market on 1, 3, and five days. After Luo Ren and his friends arrived at the Yamaguchi Braid Tree tomorrow, they didn't know where to go, and no one took them."

Yan Hongsha also made her feel worried, but she couldn't find any words to comfort her, so she had to go back to her room in disappointment.

Muyo sat for a while, suddenly came up with an idea and quickly got up and went to find Zama.

Zama was not asleep yet, and he followed his old mother to weave a flowered bamboo hat. The bamboo strips were only as thick as half a match. They flew in their hands in strands, and they could actually weave a detailed geometric pattern.

The old mother looked at Mu Daixiao, moved a stool with hemp ropes and asked her to sit down.

Mu Dai said thank you and took a ride, and asked Zama, can I still get a car tomorrow? How much will it cost?

She thought, either spend some money on her own and ask Zama to go out alone to the mule cart tomorrow, and then go to the location of the braid tree at the mountain pass, waiting for Luo Ren. If she didn't help, she handed over the phone to Zama and asked him to contact Luo Ren on the way out. At least, she had to let Luo Ren know her situation and whereabouts.

Zama answered her seriously.

The reason why I went to the market in 135 is that the only mule in the village is that it cannot be ruthless. The mule's legs will become weak after a day of driving, and they must rest for a day. If the mule is forced to get out of the car tomorrow, the mule will be injured and the villagers will be affected later. It will be a big deal. After so many years, the time for 135 has been set. Going to deliver and get the goods, and it will be a waste of time.

Kiyo was extremely disappointed.

The old mother didn't seem to understand what she was saying. She just smiled when she saw her. Mu Dai forced a smile and said goodbye to her and dragged her forward.

After only a few steps, Zhama called her behind him.

He trotted over, feeling embarrassed, and rubbed his hands and said that his grandmother was there just now, and he couldn't say anything.

He also said: "If you really have something important, I'm not busy tomorrow, so I can run to the mountain pass. Although I'm not as fast as the mule, I'll be there just in time. I can also call you on the way, that's..."

He was hesitant and seemed to be hard to speak: "You can give me some money... one, one hundred..."

Kiyo was surprised: "One hundred?"

Zama was startled and stuttered: "Eight...Eighty or eighty."

Kiyo quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I didn't mean that..."

It is true that the road is difficult to walk, and there are seven or eight miles of mud. In order to let the mule rest, Zhama has to run by himself. Not to mention the fatigue, it takes a whole day to do it.

All the money I gave was blushing, thinking that I was taking advantage of others.

Zama was so embarrassed that she told her: "Don't tell my mother about collecting money. If she said anything, she would scold me."

The matter finally came to a solution, and Muyo felt relieved and asked more questions: "Do you usually live by driving a mule cart?"

"Yes, when you drive a mule cart, everyone will pay for the cart. I will also bring the goods to sell. When you see it, my grandma and I will make flowered bamboo hats."

He suddenly remembered something, pulled Mu Dai back to the house, took three flowered bamboo hats stacked together to her, and said that it was good to wear bamboo hats to block the rain in the mountains.

He even took the other person's flower bamboo hat for nothing. Mu Dai was even more disgusted and must have to stuff money. He said that it was not easy for his mother to make money by making flower bamboo hats, and she couldn't take it for nothing.

Zama laughed: "My mother doesn't make money by this. My mother is a famous marriage witch. Men and women from all villages are looking for her and they give her a lot of things as soon as they come."

Kiyo was curious, what is the great witch of marriage?

Zhama explained to her that although their village is free to fall in love, their marriage is not so autonomous. After the parents agree and the matchmaker is in contact, they still have to find the great witch in marriage and let the great witch see if the two can be together.

Only when the great witch in marriage nods can both parties be safe to unify. If the great witch in marriage shakes their heads, even if the two parties fall in love, they will be separated.

Is it so amazing? Mu Dai was wondering: "Is it accurate?"

Zhama said proudly: "It's accurate, otherwise, will everyone from all villages come to see you?"

The old mother seemed to know that Zhama was praising her, smiling with her lips pursed, and the wrinkles on her face were very deep, one by one.

Mu Dai's heartbeat drum was lit and asked Zama: "Can you help me see?"

***

Zama said, "But you are only here, how do you think? Let me ask my mother."

He went over and said a few words to the old mother in Mao Nan language, and called Mu Dai to come over: "My mother asks you, is there anything that the person gives you?"

Yes, Mu Dayi quickly took off Luo Ren's whistle from her neck, the silver-white chain, the smooth whistle, and the black pearl hanging on the side.

The old mother picked it up and took it over, looked at the oil lamp carefully, and said something with a smile, Zama said, "My mother said, it's so beautiful."

Someone praised the things Luo Ren gave for being beautiful, which was even happier than praising her. Mu Dayi had a little pride and said in his heart: "Of course."

The old mother took out a blue cloth embroidery bag from the waist-wrapped cloth strip, pulled out a braided red rope from it, and lit it with an oil lamp. When it was almost burned, it threw it to the palm of her left hand. Mu Dai let out a light whistle, thinking: What if it burns you, what should I do?

No, maybe the old mother is used to it, maybe the calluses on her palms are too thick, so they don’t feel any pain anymore - she rubbed her hands together until her palms were a little charred.

Then he signaled that Mu Dai's right hand was flat, his palm was facing down, and he held it on his palm, and gently joined her.

The other hand was also on the palm of her palm, and signaled to Zhama. Zhama quickly put the whistle chain in her palm.

The room suddenly became quiet.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and even the flames of the oil lamp stopped and no longer jumped. The old mother closed her eyes gently, and her shriveled lips slowly twitched.

Her hands were dry and thin, and her fingers might have been cut by bamboo strips, and a lot of tape was wrapped around her. The tape was already black and gray due to the hard work of the day.

I don’t know how long it will take to wait, but Mu Dayi has some random thoughts.

If you believe this or not, she couldn't say it. At first, she asked Zama's mother to help her see it, but she was half curious and half fun, but now it's really going on, and she feels a lot of nervousness.

What should I do if there is bad news?

So I regretted it a little and felt that I shouldn't have calculated it. If it was bad news, I would rather not know it.

The old mother let go of Mu Dai's hand. Compared to the moment, her face was a little solemn, and she only spoke to Zhama, saying rustic words. Mu Dai couldn't understand it, but she felt that Zhama's face seemed to be much more serious.

What's wrong? Her heart slowly tightened.

Zama handed the whistle of the chain to Mu Dai and said, "I'll send you out."

Muyo's heart was deep. She stood up mechanically and followed Zama. When she arrived at the door, she looked back.

The old mother lowered her head and weaved the flowery bamboo hat in her hand, as if she was sighing.

The door was gently closed behind me. It was very cold at night, and there was no light. I could hear the mule below walking in the circle and squirting.

Kiyo asked: "What's wrong?"

Zama thought for a long time and stumbling: "In the past, a couple from the village also came to see them. They were so good, but my mother said no, so the family disagreed. They hugged their heads and cried, and then they separated. Then, the next year, they found a new one, and their relationship was so good, even better than before."

Muday stared at him: "What did your mother say?"

Zama was stared at by her and stomped her feet cruelly, and then she said: "My mother said that he was not with you in the end, not you."

Kimyo's ears were buzzing and he asked, "Why?"

Zhama couldn't explain it clearly, he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet, and said in a striking manner: "My mother doesn't understand either. She said it's so strange, she can't understand it, but even if she knows it's not, you're good, but for some reason, there's nothing between you... In the end, the person next to him is not you..."

He didn't dare to continue talking. With the faint light coming out of the room, he saw Kiyo crying.

Even if the person who loves doesn't believe these things, he will still be sad when he hears the voices of objections, especially when he hears him, Luo Ren is surrounded by someone in the end, but it is not her.

She turned back to the room, with a light step, and she had no strength, one step deep and one step shallow, as if she was stepping on cotton.

He stomped his feet behind him, stomped his neck and shouted, "Oh, let me tell you, my mother's speech is not effective. Many times, what she said is not effective..."
To be continued...