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Jiang Ke thought of his brother's kindness again, but it was useless because he was trapped here and didn't know when he would be able to leave.

"Ah! Look at the gun! Bang~ you're dead!"

Jiang Ke's attention was drawn again by the little boy.

The whole village was filled with the shouts and clatter of these children.

I saw a little fat man holding up his "hand and gun" and "shooting and killing" the "bad guy" hiding behind the house.

The three "bad guys" finally captured the little boy pretending to be a "policeman" and even forced them to stand on a wall to "confront him in court".

In the "court", there are even "judges" who preside over impartiality and "bailiffs" with serious faces.

Jiang Ke looked at it for a while and felt that his stomach almost hurt from laughter.

Among the group of dolls, the oldest one is only ten years old, and the rest are all seven or eight years old. They are quite impressive in acting, especially the "judge", whose acting skills are spot on when he stares and questions.

After watching a high-quality scene drama in which a little boy devoted himself, Jiang Ke took a few steps forward and rounded the corner, there was another child.

He looked very quiet. The other little boys were playing police games, and he was the only one sitting quietly on the stone pier.

He was holding something in his hand. Jiang Ke took a closer look and saw that it was a sketchbook.

This strange little boy kept lowering his head to draw, and Jiang Ke slowly approached him.

The little boy didn't even raise his head to look at Jiang Ke, he was immersed in his own world.

Jiang Ke watched him type out the line draft, then gradually deepened the lines and enriched the details, and soon a sketch came out.

The painting was a landscape of the village. Even a layman like Jiang Ke seemed to think that the little boy's painting was good, the threads were precise and he didn't even use an eraser.

Seeing that after he finished drawing one picture, he immediately turned the page to draw another one. Jiang Ke was stuck in time and said: "Kid, your drawings are really beautiful. Can I take a look at your drawings?"

At this time, the child raised his noble little head and glanced at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke has a face that can make people feel good, not to mention he is still smiling, a very sunny smile.

The child seemed to hesitate a little, then raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Ke's face, and finally handed over the notebook.

Jiang Ke squatted down and took over his drawing book. The cover of the drawing book was red, and the brand should be Hahnemvhle.

Jiang Ke couldn't understand the word, but the quality of the paper was so good that it made people feel that this notebook was incompatible with the ancient Xiaozhai.

Then he flipped forward and found that there were also some landscape photos. Several of them were depicting a temple-like building. The threads were neat and thick, and they didn't look like something he could draw at his age.

The more Jiang Ke turned over, the more surprised he became. This child looked only eight or nine years old. Why could he draw such a level of sketch?

Although Jiang Ke is not proficient in art, he has studied photography before and has basic photography composition and light and shadow judgment.

Even if he is talented, it is impossible for a seven or eight-year-old boy to draw such a painting.

This line is obviously something that can only be done by someone who has studied art for many years and has talent and a solid foundation.

The more he turned, the more frightened he became, until Jiang Ke came across a sketch of an ancient well.

A familiar feeling came over me.

It is very similar, especially the well that Jiang Ke dreamed about on the high-speed train.

The entrance of the well is simple, surrounded by ropes and prayer flags.

Jiang Ke pointed to the sketch and asked the child who was drawing: "Where is this?"

The child looked carefully, his eyes a little confused, biting his fingernails with his teeth like millet grains, looking confused and helpless.

He shook his head and said in a thin, timid voice, "I forgot."

At this time, a fat little boy stood up and explained: "Brother, don't talk to him. He has been a freak since he was a child. He doesn't know how to laugh and doesn't like to talk. He holds a notebook every day, writes, draws, and asks questions. He didn’t say anything about what he drew, and his father and mother ignored him.”

The child bit his fingernails and lowered his head even further.

The chubby little boy said, "Look, he behaves like this when you talk to him and ignores others. Such a big man eats his hands, so stop eating."

The fat boy fiercely pinched the hand of the painting child and stopped letting him chew it.

The fat boy complained: "Look, the nails are bitten into pits and are so ugly."

The child Hua Hua almost cried when he said it, with tears in his big eyes.

That pitiful look made people feel distressed. Just when Jiang Ke wanted to step forward to comfort him, the painting boy was hit on the head by the fat boy.

The fat boy cursed: "Cry, cry, cry. I know how to cry every day. Can you let your careless father and mother control you when you cry? Just hold back your tears if you can't!"

The fat boy seemed to be used to being domineering, and the Hua Hua child was even more aggrieved, but his tears stopped and stayed in his eyes.

It seems that the relationship between the two children is quite good. Although the fat boy is fierce, he takes good care of the painting boy.

So Jiang Ke asked the fat boy: "You are playing here, don't you have to go to school?"

Fat boy: "The mountain road has collapsed. Dad and the others are still trying to find ways to repair the road. The power tower is broken again. People outside can't contact us. Now let's see when the road will be dug and find someone to go out and contact us."

The fat boy was obviously a very organized boy. He explained everything that needed to be explained in one sentence. He picked up a wooden gun, aimed at a few children playing, and fired.

He was still shouting "sssssssssssssssssssssssssss".

The children started making noise again.

Seemingly unable to learn more information from these children, Jiang Ke stood up, glanced at the bluestone road leading into the distance, and planned to walk forward.

Just as he lifted his feet to move forward, the fat boy who was playing a game said, "Brother, do you still want to move forward?"

Jiang Ke turned around, a little confused, wondering why the fat boy suddenly stopped him.

Jiang Ke: "It's still early. The scenery of the village is so beautiful. I still want to take a walk."

The fat boy put down the pistol he held, looked around, and crossed his fingers.

Although Jiang Ke was a little confused, he still lowered his head cooperatively.

The fat boy lowered his voice and said, "Don't go near the temple."

Jiang Ke was stunned. Is there any taboo in this village?

The fat boy looked at him in a daze and jumped up: "I can't tell you too much. Anyway, just run away when you see the temple."

He added: "The temple is easy to recognize. It is a red brick building. If you see a red brick building, stay away."

Jiang Ke was confused, but he still listened to the fat boy's words.

He nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

The fat boy was afraid that he would not take his words to heart, so he added, "You should go back as soon as the road is clear."

After saying that, the fat boy ignored Jiang Ke and continued to join the battle.

Jiang Ke walked along the stone path and came to a place that looked familiar. It wasn't until the dark Ah Chong came out of the house to pour water that Jiang Ke recognized that this was Ah Chong's home.

The door of Ah Chong's house is wide open, and there are several wide benches placed in the open space on the side of the mountain. Two or three are stacked on top of each other in the main room.

It was like the room was enclosed.