Chapter 19: Old doll

"Brother you ..." Yu Wen looked at the futon in Heiwa's mouth, and whispered, "Where did this thing come from?"
Confused: "It's easy in the next room."
He thought about it and added: "Not dirty."
Yu Wen: "..."
My brother, is this dirty?
But the cloth was really clean, the pattern was complex, and it was scented, a bit like the incense from the black woman's house.
Everyone comforted themselves: At least it wasn't the smell that the black woman hated, right?
but……
Is this really okay?
Wouldn't it make the black wife angry? ? ?
Before the village chief left, he bitterly emphasized, don't make this old lady angry ... It only took a few minutes?
"I don't think you will feel uncomfortable all day," said Qin Chen, who was forced to become a personal proctor.
Bewildered: "Is there a requirement for the test that has just been announced to stop listening?"
Qin Chen: "That's not true."
Bewildered: "Is there a rule not to block the subject's mouth?"
Qin Chen: "No."
Bewildered: "Where is the violation?"
Qin Chen seems to find it quite interesting. He rushed into the door and asked "please", begging for confusion to continue, and maybe wanted to see what else he could do.
I saw Youyou took the phone out of her jeans pocket, opened the recording interface, and then picked the futon in the mouth of the black woman and said, "Continue."
Everyone: "..."
Black woman: "........."
"Yeah! The phone works!"
Everyone reacted this time. They have not been forced to shut down for this exam. They also watched the time with their mobile phones a few minutes ago, but no one remembered that they could record.
The act of bemusing reminded everyone.
For a while, everyone took their pockets, 7 candidates and 7 mobile phones, all aimed at the black wife.
Two seconds later, Mr. 001, the proctor, also took out his mobile phone.
The newly joined Chen Bin made counsel at this time: "Is this really okay? Will she be angry?"
Bewildered: "It's late now."
"..."
Suddenly the two newcomers felt that they had boarded a thief ship.
The one that won't come.
Chen Bin shook his mobile phone for a long time, but found that the black woman's eyes were only staring at confusion.
As if everyone else was not important, the first person to provoke her was the point.
Black wife's eyes are very big, which makes her eyes more black and extremely deep. It ’s okay when the eyes are turned, once fixed, like dead eyes.
Whoever stares at these eyes will be apprehensive.
But he didn't care.
The black woman looked at him, and he even fiddled with his cell phone with a thin eyelid to keep the recorded file just now.
He was so calm that everyone else was embarrassed.
Youguo kept the recording and changed the name to "a ghost talk", so he asked the black wife, "Is there anything else?"
The black woman stared blankly at Yuyou for a long time, and then giggled, as if the gag and recording were just irrelevant episodes, or ... she kept the account and counted.
The black woman's thin claws ... fingers caught the bewildered wrist and dragged him into the door.
He tilted his head and looked at others.
The other candidates did not have so much courage. When she saw it, she immediately entered the door honestly.
The black wife nodded with satisfaction.
Liang Yuanhao was at the end of the team, just across the stone gate, the door squeaked behind him, and the lock clicked. It was as if something was behind him.
Everyone looked at the closed door and suddenly remembered the last question. How many people were in the black woman's house ...
Everyone's face was pale, and they tried to squeeze together, and no one wanted to place an order.
Black woman's house is a bit wider than expected.
It is said that no matter where the Gypsies lived, they still kept the customs of their ancestors, and each room was arranged like a carriage canopy, and felt and blankets were everywhere.
The aroma of the aroma in the room was even heavier, making people dizzy.
On the windowsills and stovetops were worn teacups, teaspoons and trays, and on the wooden table was a jar of dark things.
Youchao bowed his head and smelled, smelling the smell of Chencha, in addition to the smell of tobacco.
Not good smell, but barely saves the nasal cavity surrounded by aromatherapy.
The only proctor was also very rude, and after entering the door, he picked a single sofa and sat down.
Inside the house, there were two bamboo baskets by the hearth, which contained wool and long and short needles.
The black woman reached in, and the pendant dangled and dangled together, sinking her hand.
She took a few wool puppets out of the bamboo basket.
Those puppets are really not good-looking. Faces, hands, and feet are gray old cloths. They are swollen with cotton to form lumps or strips, and then stitched together with thick wool.
A puppet was finished and was put into a bib by a black wife. In addition, those are still semi-finished products, some have poor legs and some have poor heads.
Look at the painting style, like a witch doll for divination or cursing.
The black woman pointed to the wooden frame in the corner, and mumbled a little garbled.
This time everyone has a lot of experience. The recording has not been closed since entering the house, so it was naturally recorded.
Confused looking at the wooden frame, he saw several sewn dolls sitting side by side on it.
The black woman put the one in the bib over, and shoved the yarn and needles into the hands of everyone.
She pointed to the bamboo basket and said, "# ￥ &… (&%"
Even if it was Gypsy this time, everyone could understand her meaning-she let everyone finish the rest of the doll.
The black woman took out an hourglass, buckled it on the wooden table, and left on her back.
As soon as she went out, there were clicks in the room.
Chen Bin responded quickly, rushed to the window and dragged twice, saying, "All are locked ... she has locked us here, what should I do?"
Yu Wenchong said, "The meaning is obvious, and we put an hourglass. We either let us go after the hourglass is finished, or we have to sew these dolls before the hourglass is finished."
Everyone looked at each other, hesitated to sit cross-legged on the floor, and each picked up the unfinished witch doll and started to stay.
Lao Yu sighed and said, "What else can we do, sew it. Since this black woman is the subject, you have to follow her request. Anything to wait for the hourglass to finish, right?"
They are now subconsciously using captives as captains, and after saying a word, they always ask about the meaning of captives.
But as soon as he turned his head, he found that his nephew did not sit in a hurry, but stood beside the bed and looked out with a curtain.
"What's wrong?" Everyone was nervous.
"It's okay," said Confusion.
He wanted to see where the black woman went.
Behind the window, the back of the black woman is sulking.
In the blink of an eye, she had already gone a long way, and after a while she was not in the dark woods.
Confused to lower the curtains.
He was about to return to the hearth, but he paused.
At the bottom of the wooden frame, there is a doll crooked on the corner, crumbling. There was a layer of gray on it, which was inconspicuous. But the leg out of the brim attracted the gaze.
He walked over and stooped to pick up the doll.
Judging from the cloth and dust, this doll should have been made a long time ago. The workmanship is sloppy, the limbs and body are connected, the pins are skewed, and the arms and slender legs are not a color.
This made that doll look weird and pathetic.
But this is not the main cause of attraction.
He stared at it because it had a pattern on one leg.
The dolls are crudely made, but the patterns are extremely vivid. Like tattoos on the ankle of a living person, the group of tattoos is a bunch of bluebells.
Confused staring at the tattoo for a few seconds, he reached out and patted the person on the sofa.
Qin Chen always looked at him with his head supported, and he took two photos, and said lazily, "Say."
He puzzled the baby's legs and handed him: "Are you familiar? I'm blind, afraid of remembering it wrong."
Qin Chen looked at the pattern: "Should I be familiar?"
He stunned impatiently: "The thing that I swept out of the confinement room last time ... is in the bucket at your door, there seems to be this inside."
Qin Chen: "..."
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