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Text Chapter 2010 The Mysterious Woman

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    The woman stretched out her hands, hugged Abu's head and kept touching it, murmuring: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back." Yang Luo looked at the woman. According to Abu's age, this woman is definitely not good enough.  She must be over forty years old, but her skin is dark, her face is full of grooves of time, and her hair is graying.  Especially her hands, like dry old branches, with wrinkled skin.  What caught Yang Luo's attention was what this woman was wearing.  They are not like Afghan women who wear robes and scarves to wrap themselves up tightly.  Unlike the Uyghur women Yang Luo saw, they liked to wear traditional clothes.  It's very simple, navy blue pants and a plaid top. Although they are all patched, they are very clean.  Wearing black cloth shoes on his feet, they are the kind of cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that he wears. Yang Luo is very familiar with these shoes.  When he was a child, he often wore the kind of shoes made for him by the aunt in the village.  "Abu, are there guests?" Yang Luo was stunned by the woman's words. They kept standing, neither talking nor moving. She was blind, how could she know.  Abu nodded: "We have guests, my very good friends." The woman frowned and turned to look over.  Yang Luo looked at the woman and found that her eyes were very big and her eyelashes were very long. When she was young, these eyes must have been very beautiful.  It is estimated that just with these eyes, I don't know how many adolescent boys have been fascinated.  But now her pupils seemed to be covered with a transparent film.  Cataracts, this was Yang Luo's first reaction when he saw a woman's eyes.  And it's so serious that it can be seen without instruments.  Yang Luo smiled slightly. The woman was not completely blind, so she should be able to vaguely see their blurry figures: "Sister-in-law, hello!" Yang Luo said in Chinese.  The woman was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly showed an excited look, and she actually said in Chinese: "Where are you from?" Then she pointed to the east.  The woman speaks Mandarin very well, and has a waxy Jiangnan accent. She should be from the Yangzhou area, and her voice is very nice.  Yang Luo suddenly became curious about the identity of this woman: "Yes, we are tourists here. We met Abu in Kabul. He said it was beautiful here, and then he brought us here." "Oh oh oh!" The woman hurriedly said  She patted Abu and said, "Abbu, you are so old, how can you let the guests stand outside? Hurry up and let the guests in." After saying this, she looked around warily, but she couldn't see anything, so she probably  It's just a habit of hers.  Yang Luo and three others followed the woman into the house. There was a small corridor in the middle, and rooms on both sides, each with a door curtain made of rags.  Then a group of people entered the room on the left. The room was low because there was only one small window and it was covered with a plastic sheet. The room was dark but not humid.  There is nothing in the house except a double bed made of wooden boards and a low table.  What surprised Yang Luo, even surprise, was that there was a portrait of Grandpa Mao hanging on the wall opposite the door.  There are also several gouache paintings, including willows, rivers, ancient pavilions and pavilions, and pictures of Jiangnan water towns vividly appearing on the paper.  However, the color of the painting paper has turned yellow, and the gouache has not been processed and has lost its color. It is obvious that these paintings have been aged.  The woman smiled and said, "You guys sit down, I'll cook." She nodded to Abu, "Abbu, you chat with the guests." The little girl Jacob stared at her big round eyes, and her eyes were chattering.  Look at this, look at that, and don't say anything. He just takes out a piece of candy from his pocket and puts it into his mouth. His cheeks are bulging, and his teeth make a clicking sound when they touch the candy.  "I'm going to help mom cook!" After saying that, he opened his legs and ran out.  "Brother Yang, I'll get you some water!" Abu turned around and walked away.  Yang Luo waved his hand and said: "No, when are you leaving?" Abu was stunned, and then said: "I will go there after dinner." Yang Luo nodded: "You have to be careful!" Abu said: "It's okay, I've been there since I was a child.  I grew up there, and no one would do anything against me." Yang Luo didn't say anything, but walked to the paintings and looked at them carefully.  Li Tao and Madman looked at each other and were also observing the paintings.  They were also curious about who painted these paintings, especially the portraits of Mao Zedong, which would not be unusual in China.  Even now, it is hung on the walls of some rural homes.  But here, it's a little unusual.  The most important thing is that Abu's father is a member of the East Turkestan Turks. Hanging a portrait of Mao Zedong in his home is absolutely treasonous to the East Turkestan Organization.  When Abu saw that Yang Luo and the others were very interested in those paintings, he said, "Those were all painted by my mother. When I was very young, I stopped painting them when I started to understand." But when Abu looked at  When Grandpa Mao was drawing the portrait, he had a confused look in his eyes., "I don't know who this portrait is. It was hung up after my father died and my mother moved here with my sister. And I'm not allowed to tell anyone that I have this portrait at home, and I'm not allowed to bring anyone to the house."  "You are the first people to come to my house." Yang Luo has been looking at the paintings. Although he can't draw, he has learned calligraphy from the old man for so many years.  It¡¯s also quite profound.  As the saying goes, there is no distinction between calligraphy and painting. He can't draw, but he knows how to appreciate it. These paintings are very extraordinary. Without more than ten or twenty years of skills, it is difficult to paint the charm of the Jiangnan water town.  At this time, Yang Luo had a preliminary impression of Abu's mother. Either she was born in a scholarly family, or she was once a talented woman with high artistic literacy.  Now he was curious about Abu's father again. What kind of man was he, and he was also a terrorist, who could actually make such a woman marry so much, and also make her abandon everything and come here.  At this time, Yang Luo suddenly remembered what Aguli¡¯s father once told him. Abu and his father had not been stained with the blood of Chinese people, nor had they set foot on the land of China.  He didn't think much about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it's a bit tempting.  After all, most of East Turkestan's terrorist actions are aimed at the country, and looking at Abu's degree of freedom here now, it shows that his father's status in East Turkestan was not low, and his prestige was still very high.  Therefore, even if he dies, no one will make it difficult for him, even if he is in Mahesumu Aishan.  Then the problem arises, such a person has never set foot in the country, and has not been stained with the blood of Chinese people.  There are only two possibilities. One, Aguli lied to protect Abu.  Two, that¡¯s a bit intriguing.  Time gradually passed while Yang Luo was thinking. Jacob ran in from outside and shouted happily: "It's time to eat, rice soaked in suet!" When Yang Luo came to his senses, Abu hurriedly ran out and brought the rice in.  .  Yang Luo was not polite. He sat down at the simple table, picked up the bowl and started eating.  Looking at the little girl Jacob trying so hard to eat, her mouth is full of oil, and she is rubbing her belly and moaning while eating, you can tell that suet rice is definitely a very luxurious food for this family.  Yang Luo turned his attention away from the little girl and looked at Abu's mother.  This woman eats quietly, moves very slowly, and makes no sound when eating. All this means that this woman is very educated.  This made Yang Luo full of curiosity. No matter who he was, such a place and such a woman would find it unusual.  After dinner, Jacob cleared the table sensibly, while Yang Luo was taken to the opposite room by Abu and had no communication with Abu's mother.  Abu said in embarrassment: "This is my room, but there is only one bed." Yang Luo waved his hand; "It's okay, we can just lay down the floor!" "Three distinguished guests, I'm really sorry, because no guests have ever been in the house.  So there is no extra bed, so I have to sleep on the floor." The woman and Jacob walked in holding a worn but clean quilt.  "Sister-in-law, you are so polite. We are very grateful that you can let us stay at home." Yang Luo hurriedly took the bedding and spread it on the floor.  The woman said: "It's very late, I won't disturb the rest of the three distinguished guests." After saying that, she turned and walked out, "Abu, come out with me." Abu ran out in a hurry. The madman wanted to follow him, but Yang Luo  He waved his hand to stop and shook his head.  About twenty minutes later, footsteps sounded outside. According to Yang Luo's judgment, it was Abu who left.  Yang Luo and the three of them lay there without saying a word, looking at the dark roof. Only the smoke from the mouths of the three of them flickered, bringing a little light to this dark space.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, the madman quietly got up and walked out, and soon came back: "They are all asleep!" Yang Luo nodded, turned over and sat up: "Have you ever felt that Abu's mother is not simple?"  Li Tao said: "Abu's mother is definitely not a Uyghur, which can be seen from her appearance. Moreover, she has a high level of cultural literacy and must have had a very extraordinary past." The madman chuckled softly, "I am right  Abu's mother is not interested, but she is very curious about his father. " "Pa!" Yang Luo snapped his fingers, "Madman wants to go with me. Abu's mother looks very old now, but she can't hide it.  She used to be a very good woman. And what kind of person is Abu's father that can let such a woman follow him wholeheartedly? " Li Tao said softly, "Actually, I have been thinking about this problem. " Crazy.  He touched his chin and said, "Do you think it was Abu's father who kidnapped his mother here? Later, A'?? and Jacob, even if the man died, due to her motherly nature, she was reluctant to leave her child, so she could only accept her fate and stay here.  Yang Luo said: "It makes sense, but it's unlikely."  " "Click!  "Li Tao took out the lighter and lit another cigarette. Then he made a sound, and then with the faint light of the lighter, he found a rusty metal box under the bed. Li Tao pulled the box out curiously, and there was a small box on it.  To lock the lock, he pulled out two steel wires from his cuffs, inserted them along the keyhole, and fiddled with it a few times. The lock opened with a click. Yang Luo and Madman took out the lighter and lit it, and they were also curious.  When he walked over, he found that there were all children¡¯s toys, including tree sculpture dolls and various clay animals. The madman rolled his eyes: ¡°These are all toys that Abu played with when he was a child.  " Li Tao ignored him at all, and took out all the things inside with great interest. Finally, there was something tightly wrapped in cloth. Li Tao opened it curiously, and after hearing that it was wrapped in three layers,  Unexpectedly, there was only a photo inside. Yang Luo took the photo and took a photo with a lighter, his eyes suddenly widened, "How is that possible!  "
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