At Ye Xian's request, the old woman took them to the house where she lived.

The house and the deed are described in the same way. The Qin family lives in a separate courtyard in Shikumen. When you push open the heavy ebony door, it is a patio. On both sides are left and right wing rooms, in the middle is a main room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind the living room is a staircase leading to the second floor. There is also a back patio in the backyard. In front of the patio is a well along the bluestone. There are two more square buildings at the back, one is a kitchen and the other is piled with debris, like a storage room. Ye Xian walked around and was quite satisfied with the house. It was quiet in the noise. Several rooms are fully functional, neat and clean, so it is very good to live here.

Old Mrs. Qin took a cane and invited someone into the main hall. Ye Xian said, "Old lady, know yourself and your enemy and win every battle. Do you know this?"

"I know."

"Do you have a picture of your son?"

"Photo?"

The old woman thought for a while and shook her head and said, "No, he rarely takes photos. However, I have photos of Wang Heng."

The old woman said as she unbuttoned the side of the cheongsam, took out a small embroidered wallet from it, and fumbled for a while to take out a very small black and white photo, as if she had torn it off from some registration form.

Ye Xian took it and took a look. Wang Heng looked about twenty years old, with Xiaoping wearing his head and smiling slightly. He was a handsome and gentle boy.

"Old lady, why don't you have photos of your son but Wang Heng?" Zhao Nan felt that this was a bit strange.

"I had fired at home before, and some of my son's things were burned in a box, and he rarely took photos."

The old lady sighed: "It's useless for me to regret it now. I am a blind old woman and I can't save the box. Later, I learned that many things from my son were burned in it. I also cried for a long time. Look at my eyes. In fact, I could still see things in my early years. I cried since the man disappeared. Later, I boiled lamp oil to wash clothes and do work for my son to study."

Ye Xian looked at the big house and smiled and said, "Old Mrs. Qin, once our contract is signed, it cannot be changed. Don't worry, I will not ask you to increase the money again. You don't have to cry to us as poor."

"Oh, Miss Ye was not crying poorly. She was really poor back then. This is how my eyes were exhausted."

"Your son, Mr. Qin, can go to the UK to study, but you can save enough money by washing clothes." "Ah, that's a little money left by my man. I didn't move that little money at all. I saved up for my son to study, and we both want to eat, but it's not because of my hands."

Old Mrs. Qin said as she stretched out her hand. Ye Xian took a look. The hand had rough skin and thick fingers. It was indeed a pair of weather-beaten hands that were hard-working.

"Do your son have something to write about?" Ye Xian asked

At this time, Zhao Nan walked around the yard and suddenly pointed to the well below the courtyard behind and asked, "Hey, old lady, why did you seal the well? Was there a watermentin?"

"Oh, my old woman can't see anything at all. She keeps the well and there is a water pressing well in the kitchen. Use that old one." Old Mrs. Qin took Ye Xian and Zhao Nan to the door of a room with her crutch, took out the key and opened the door and said, "I don't know if there is anything you need in my son's study."

Ye Xian walked in and saw that the desk in the study was covered with dust, and some medical books were placed on the bookshelf on one side, which were also covered with dust. It seemed that this room was rarely cleaned after Qin Shuhao left, but it was also true that Old Mrs. Qin could not see anything at all, so it was very troublesome to clean it.

Ye Xian searched on the bookshelf, and there was nothing valuable. Zhao Nan opened the drawer and searched carefully. Finally, he found a hard-skinned notebook and looked through a few pages and said, "This is Qin Shuhao's diary."

Ye Xian took the diary and saw a line of beautiful pen letters on the title page: "Give it to my son Shuhao, I wish you a colorful university life."

"Strange, Old Mrs. Qin can write?" Ye Xian looked at the word "very pretty", as if it was written by a woman.

Zhao Nan shook his head and said, "No, she doesn't look like a literate person. Isn't she just pressing the handprints of the contract? Maybe it was given to him by Qin Shuhao's father."

According to Old Lady Qin, Qin Shuhao's father has long passed away. How could he know that his son will be admitted to college in the future?

Ye Xian was full of suspicion and looked through them one by one.

Qin Shuhao's handwriting is very reserved and very small. After looking through a few pages, Ye Xian felt that his eyes were getting blurred. Zhao Nan took it and continued to look through it, trying to find some useful information from the diary.

"I found it, here, he said that Wang Heng mentioned the legend of changing flowers and plants with him, saying that Wang Heng's mother had a cousin from afar and married to the vicinity of Zhanjia Village. When writing a letter, she mentioned that there was a magical medicine in the village that could decide to have a boy or a girl, which the locals called changing flowers and plants. After the second pregnancy, the wizard led the whole family to pray devoutly to the sky, and after drinking the potion given by God, he could achieve his wish."

Zhao Nan pointed to the diary for Ye Xian to read.

After Ye Xian read this chapter carefully, he realized why Qin Shuhao and Wang Heng were so interested in this matter.

It turned out that Wang Heng's father favored boys over girls, and Wang Heng's mother came to his son after giving birth to four daughters in a row. Although Qin Shuhao came from a scholarly family and was the only son, he had witnessed many people's daughters abandoned or sold at will from childhood to adulthood. He thought that if he could get the secret recipe of that kind of medicine, people would be able to do whatever they want in the future, and there would be no such human tragedy again. The two hit it off, packed their luggage and rushed to Zhanjiazhai in the mountainous area of ​​Yunnan and Guizhou to see what the ancient herbs were.

"No wonder the child was so disturbed after he knew that he could give birth to a boy or a girl at will. It turned out that he had already... he had an idea in his heart. I never knew that this was the case."

After listening to Ye Xian read some of the contents in his diary, Old Mrs. Qin looked sad, and thought she was thinking of her missing son.

"Qin Shuhao said that Wang Heng's family has four sisters, old lady, why don't you contact Wang Heng's family and let his four sisters go with you to search for it,"

"Wang Heng's family is poor. Where can I raise my four daughters? They were all sent to someone shortly after they were born."

Old Mrs. Qin sighed: "It's said that giving away someone, but it's actually similar to selling it. If you hand over the child to someone, you will never have any contact with each other. Whether your daughter or son, you will be like the flesh falling from the mother's body. If you send it out one by one, how can you not be sad?" She said as if she was talking to herself.

"What you said seems to know Wang Heng's family very well?" Zhao Nan asked.

"Wang Heng is a student of Shuhao. The two have a good relationship. The child is very sensible. He often helps me with work and eats at my house. These are all told to me. His four sisters had already given away their children. His father was a big bag at the dock. He was so tired that he vomited blood. His mother was left at home. Later, he heard that he didn't expect his son to come back, and he had long since disappeared."

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