Jiang Lixing couldn't help Ning Huanxin, so he drove her back to Zhangjiazhen.

Today, the crew is off and everyone is busy. Many people went to the town to take pictures. After all, Zhangjia Town has a century-old history. Many of the buildings in the town are very antique and very suitable for taking pictures.

While Jiang Lixing was going to park, Ning Huanxin got out of the car alone, and hurried to the innermost room of the courtyard.

Aunt Zhang lives here.

Although the villagers in Zhangjia Town cannot be said to have been isolated from the world over the years, they have always been self-sufficient. There is a large field outside the town, and most of the townspeople rely on farming to maintain their daily lives.

Aunt Zhang’s family is different. Her husband’s family is said to be the wealthiest family in the town except for the patriarch. So after her husband died of illness, she inherited a large amount of property, including this large courtyard house.

Therefore, Aunt Zhang does not have to work like others. In recent years, more and more people are filming here. Aunt Zhang is different from other people in Zhangjiazhen. Many townspeople reject outsiders, but she is willing to rent a house. For outsiders, this way the house does not have to be vacant all year round, and you can still get a lot of income, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

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"Aunt Zhang!"

Ning Huanxin knocked on Aunt Zhang's door.

It took a while before Aunt Zhang opened the door and looked at Ning Huanxin with a guard.

"Aunt Zhang, I want to talk to you."

Ning Huanxin's tone was very solemn, but after listening to her, Aunt Zhang's eyes flickered: "You don't need to ask me any more, I won't tell you anything."

With that, Aunt Zhang was about to close the door, but Ning Huanxin quickly flashed into the room.

This caught Aunt Zhang by surprise, and the expression on her face became anxious: "What do you want to know!"

"I want to know the truth, back then... the truth about your cousin's death, and the truth about the entire Lijia Village people being burned to death!"

Ning Huan pressed harder and looked at Aunt Zhang with awe-inspiring eyes.

"You... how do you know?"

Aunt Zhang stepped back, looking at Ning Huanxin incredulously.

"I saw it."

Ning Huanxin sighed, "I saw the past, and saw you and your cousin holding a ceremony in that river. I also saw someone set the village on fire. That village is called Lijiacun, right? I saw ...Those who set the fire are your people in Zhangjiazhen!"

"what!"

Aunt Zhang turned pale when she heard Ning Huanxin mention it.

It has been more than 20 years, and it has been more than 20 years. Until now, she still dreams of the fire and the terrible scene when she dreams back at midnight.

"Did you really see it?"

At this point, Aunt Zhang finally began to believe Ning Huanxin's words: "Since you have seen everything, why are you still looking for me?"

"What I see is intermittent. I always feel that the most critical thing is missing. I believe... you know that. The entire Zhangjiacun people... know it, don't they?"

Ning Huanxin's eyes were particularly bright.

Meeting her gaze, Auntie Zhang finally nodded slowly: "Well, it's up to now, it doesn't hurt to tell you."

For so many years, she has been pressing the matter in her heart, and her heart is very painful, but no one tells it, especially after the people in the whole town have selectively forgotten that matter, Zhang Yunshu's heart is even more serious. It's uncomfortable.