Chapter 14 Chapter Twelve

Meixian Sansheng Temple is a small temple on the edge of Xinxian Town, with red bricks and blue tiles. On the wall is written "Namo Amitabha Buddha", in six characters, separated by three small doors.Nalan waved goodbye to the driver and walked in through the main entrance in the middle.She didn't know what she was looking for, but she knew that she was definitely not here to worship Buddha. Because today is not a special day, not even a weekend, there are not many good men and women in the temple, and they can be counted with one hand.Nalan wandered from the main hall where Sakyamuni was enshrined to the side hall where Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sits, and she never felt that this was the place where she should stay for a long time.

Of course, she couldn't come in vain. She looked at several pilgrims, hoping to find a suitable candidate and ask more about Kuang Jinghui.For example, how much do outsiders in the village know about Kwong Yihui's disappearance?Think about it, if Ning Yuxin came here and was unfamiliar with the place, what clues could she get? "Miss, do you need to lead the way? Do you need to buy incense?" An elderly pilgrim appeared beside him at some point, with a silk shirt, silk and linen trousers, a wide-brimmed sun hat, and a pair of sunglasses on his thin face. Those pilgrims were very different.His hands were empty, Nalan felt strange, if he really needed to buy incense, what would he sell me?

Nalan shook her head and said, "Thank you, no need, I'm just looking around." "You are not a local." Behind the old man's sunglasses must be a pair of insightful eyes, "But, tourists from other places will not come to such a small temple." Nalan's heart skipped a beat, isn't this the best interviewee? "You're right, I'm here...I've always heard that there were two heroes in Meixian County, one is Ye Jianying and the other is Kuang Jinghui. There is a memorial hall and memorial garden for Ye Shuai in Meixian County, but Mr. Kuang is still alive, and there is no introduction in the county. His famous places. I want to hear more about Kuang Jinghui's legend." Na Lan thought, is it too blatant to ask?

"Why are you so interested in Mr. Kuang?" Sure enough, the question was too naked. "Reporter...I'm a reporter for the Sun Yat-Sen University newspaper, and I want to write an introduction about Kuang Jinghui...He recently donated money to our school, and we want to focus on it." Na Lan took out a notebook and a ballpoint pen from her handbag, feeling like It's a reporter. "Can I interview you?" The matter of donating to Sun Yat-sen University was also the result of Nalan's online search the night before, and she didn't expect it to come in handy here.

The old man looked at Na Lan curiously, probably considering whether he should believe the girl's words. Nalan seemed to think that the old man's noncommittal was agreement, and continued to ask: "Would you like to reveal your name, at least, you can tell me how long you lived, and how long have you lived in Guangsuke or the Bureau?" "I don't dare to be tall, I'm only sixty-three years old. I'm a native of Guangzhu Town." The old man obviously accepted the interview, and obviously didn't intend to use his real name for the interview. "Have you, the village and the town, heard of Mr. Kuang Jinghui?"

"I heard?" The old man laughed, with a hint of sarcasm, "Let me tell you, not everyone in the village and town can name the governor of Guangdong Province, but everyone has a bunch of Kuang Jinghui s story." Nalan thought to herself, when it comes to Kuang Jinghui, it seems that the metaphors drawn by the locals are highly consistent. "Can you tell a story or two about him? Or, tell us about his family history." "One or two stories? That's a bit difficult. Let's talk about family history. Kuang is our Hakka surname, and Kuang Jinghui's ancestors seem to have settled in Meixian since the Tang Dynasty. If you are really interested, you can go to Meizhou Jianying Library Go and have a look, it used to be called the Meixian Library, there is a local literature room inside, there should be a lot of relevant materials.” The old man’s dark glasses looked at the statue of the Three Saints, and Nalan suddenly felt that he was far from being a very boring old pilgrim .

The old man began to pace slowly: "As for when Kuang Jinghui's ancestors settled in Juli Village, I have to look up their genealogy. Kuang Jinghui has a great reputation and a great career. I can guarantee that there will be professionals who can repair his genealogy, but he needs a network to read it." Yes. In Juli Village today, the Kwong family members are no longer overwhelming—a group of the Kwong family’s children went out of Nanyang and crossed the Taiwan Strait, and some of them participated in the revolution. Gao Zhi entered the business world, but there are not many left in the village. But the traces of the Kuang family are not faded at all. The ancestral hall of the Kuang family is renovated every few years. It is very glamorous. You can go and see... oh, and The ancestral tomb of Kuang's family is very large. It is said that the ancestors of Kuang Jinghui's direct line were buried there. After Kuang Jinghui became prosperous, he bought a lot of land, which is enough for many generations to be buried. ..."

Nalan was moved: "Can you tell me where the Kuang family's ancestral hall and cemetery are?" The old man stopped, took off his sunglasses, and stared at Nalan for a while, as if he hadn't noticed until now that Nalan had a bright face.He said: "It's not far from here, it takes about a quarter of an hour to walk there." Nalan followed the direction pointed out by the old man and arrived at the Kuang's Ancestral Hall first.The door of the ancestral hall was locked, and there was no one nearby to "interview" further.She had no choice but to continue walking towards the Kuang family cemetery.After leaving the road, a small road twists and turns for a long distance, and the terrain gradually rises. Finally, among the gently undulating hills, there is a memorial archway as high as three people, with the words "Kuang's Yintu" written on it. .

The ancestor of the Kuang family, the descendant of Fuyin, Kuang Jinghui became the first person in Lingnan, but his wife died and his daughter was separated. Na Lan felt an inexplicable sadness rising, as if she was induced by this place of ghosts.She imagined the feeling of Kuang Jinghui standing in front of his wife's grave, the feeling of Ning Yuxin's parents standing in front of their daughter's grave soon, and the feeling of standing in front of her father's grave.Don't bully yourself, she reminded in her heart, the sky is still bright. Although the sky is bright and surrounded by green trees, it is quiet and silent, there is no sound of wind blowing branches and leaves, and no sound of cicadas and insects singing.

She walked into the cemetery, scanning the tombs and rows of tombstones.She didn't have a specific goal, at most she just hoped to see the history and size of the Kuang clan, and perhaps, to see Mrs. Kuang's tomb.The graves and tombstones here are of different shapes and sizes, which probably reflect the rise and fall of the various families of the Kuang family.From the repair status of the tomb and the body of the stele, we can also see the age of the tomb.She gradually discovered the pattern, some of the newly built tombs are in the southeast of the entire cemetery.She soon discovered Mrs. Kuang's tomb, "Tomb of Kuang Dong's Yueqing".She sighed for a while, and continued to focus on these tombstones erected in recent decades, reading one by one.

Until she found Kuang Yihui's tombstone. If she hadn't read every inscription carefully, she wouldn't have recognized that it was Kuang Yihui's tombstone, because the design of the inscription was very weird, without the words "the tomb of so-and-so", and no mention of so-and-so's close relatives, only A few lines arranged like this: Mu Huiyi Kwong Kiss Ming Dong Ren Lan Yi Zhang Yuanxinzhu If she hadn't been paying attention, if she hadn't secretly wanted to discover some secrets that shouldn't be discovered, she might have shrugged and passed by.But she stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. According to the habit of reading tombstones, from top to bottom, from right to left, there are four sentences: "Kuang Dong palms pearls, is also bright and brilliant, intelligent and blue-hearted, and the relatives in the tomb are far away" .Kuang Zhe, Kuang Jinghui?Dong Zhe, Dong Yueqing, Kuang Jinghui's wife?The one who holds the pearl, the jewel in the palm, naturally refers to Kuang Yihui. Take the first word of each sentence: Kuang Dong Zhangzhu Yi Ming Yi Can Huizhi Lanxin far away relatives It is exactly the four words "Tomb of Kuang Yihui".The method of Tibetan acrostic poems (except that the "Hui" in Huizhi Lanxin is replaced by "Hui"), but the meaning of the text is accurate, this is Kuang Yihui's tomb. Looking at the tombstone, Nalan's tongue was dry, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.Kwong Yi Hui has passed away? ! Kuang Yihui has been missing for three years. Just ask Bayusheng. His beloved girlfriend has been missing for ten years, but he is still looking for it. The love of parents for their children is no less than the love between a man and a woman; Kwong Jinghui can cover the sky with his hands, and will definitely try his best to find the missing only daughter until the sea is dry and the stone is dead.But how could he give up hope without seeing the bones in just three years, Tachitsuka Memorial?It is entirely possible that Kwong Yihui is still alive.I heard that the woman who was abducted for marriage disappeared for twenty years and reappeared in the "human world".Kwong Yihui disappeared for only three years.It doesn't make sense! "The most intriguing thing is actually the words 'tomb relatives are far away'." A voice floated from behind, far away, not loud, but enough to startle Nalan. And it was a familiar voice. She turned her head and was even more surprised. Thirty meters behind her stood not only the old man with dark glasses whom she had seen in Sansheng Palace, but also two other people.The person standing at the front is about the same age as the old man with sunglasses, thin as a dry bamboo, wearing a collarless short-sleeved cotton shirt, and carrying a cane; the other young man in his early thirties is tall, with broad shoulders Standing straight, under the scorching sun, he was still wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and an umbrella covering the head of the old man on crutches. At first glance, it looks like one master and two servants, the old man with a stick is the master, and the only one who doesn't wear sunglasses. The old man on crutches began to swing his cane and take steps. He obviously had foot problems and walked with a limp.As he walked, his eyes were fixed on Nalan—not sizing up, but staring, the kind of staring that wants to see through your past and future lives. Nalan had been trained in front of serious criminals, so she still felt a bit uneasy at this moment. Among the wild tombs in the mountains, facing three ghost-like figures, a pair of straight eyes. "Miss Ning, isn't it? We finally met!" Although the old man with a cane was limping, he seemed to be in front of Na Lan in a blink of an eye, and stretched out his skinny hand.Two pairs of sunglasses also arrived like a shadow. Nalan somewhat understood the mystery, stretched out her hand and said, "Are you waiting for Ning Yuxin?" Confusion flashed in the old man's eyes. Nalan immediately said, "She is no longer here." The two held hands firmly, and froze for a moment.The old man asked: "Aren't you there? You mean, what do you mean by 'not here'?" Na Lan nodded, pointed to the tomb on one slope and said, "Yes, that's the meaning of 'absence'. She died a few days ago." Now, she is the one who is staring at the old man's face.An even more confused and shocked look appeared on the old man's face, which was not pretended, because his hands twitched slightly involuntarily, showing shock.Na Lan asked, "Are you waiting for her? Her death, although it's not a major national event, or an explosive news in the entertainment industry, at least it's quite a sensation in Jiangjing." The old man who met in Sansheng Palace took it and said: "We are unemployed, our life is casual, and the news is a bit behind... Maybe it's time to learn how to surf the Internet." Nalan guessed that the purpose of Ning Yuxin's southward journey must be I made an appointment with them. They didn't wait for her at the appointed time, but they were still lingering in the bureau, waiting for her to appear.The old man with dark glasses has been observing outsiders, especially young women, to find out what to talk to. Nalan said: "I am Ning Yuxin's friend. She passed away suddenly, and she didn't tell me that you are waiting for her." "Are you also investigating the disappearance of Kuang Yihui?" asked the old man with the stick, his eyes still fixed on Nalan's face. "There is also the murder of Ning Yuxin. Just before she was about to leave to meet you, she was suddenly killed... It was me who found her body." All three of them had signs of shock on their faces.Finally, the old man with a cane said: "I think it's better to find a more suitable place to talk. We have been waiting for three days." Nalan really wanted to talk to them, but she still didn't forget to ask, "Who are you?" The old man with the cane said, "My surname is Deng." Nalan was startled, and the old man with dark glasses said: "This is Mr. Deng Qichang. If Ms. Kuang Yihui hadn't met Qin Huai back then, she should have been our Mr. Deng's daughter-in-law. We don't have much reason to meet in this depressing place... Miss Ning said It may or may not die."