Chapter 261 How Can She Speak Lanxi Dialect

She told him on the phone that he must bring back Qin Dingshuang's diary.

Qin Dingkun handed her a red plastic leather diary.

"Why do you think of my eldest sister's diary? Did Qin Wenbin say something that made you think there was a problem?"

He Wanqing shook her head.

"I still can't tell. I have to look at the diary carefully to be sure."

He Wanqing opened the diary and read it attentively. She read very slowly, not letting go of every single word.

She read a thin diary for a full hour and a half.

As soon as she closed the diary, Qin Dingkun asked, "how, what do you see?"

He Wanqing raised two fingers and tapped on the table.

"When did eldest sister start the habit of keeping a diary?"

Qin Dingkun thought about it.

"It should have been there since I was very young. As long as I can remember, she likes to keep a diary. No matter how late she goes to bed every day, she will write something in the diary."

"That should be more than this diary, what about the others?"

This diary was written by her when she left Dongguang, and it recorded her experience and feelings in the first four months of going to the countryside.

Qin Dingkun sighed deeply.

"They were all burned by the secretary of the Dongguan Brigade."

He Wanqing was surprised and said, "It's all burned?"

Qin Dingkun's face was gloomy.

"When the eldest sister went to the countryside, she was afraid that Liu Wanju would throw away her diary, lest Qin Wenbin see it, so she simply took it all away.

Later, after she passed away, Lu Zhenyun, secretary of the Dongguan Brigade, was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he burned all of her diaries. This one was secretly hidden by the educated youth who lived with her. "

He Wanqing pursed her lips and thought for a while, then shook her head.

"Dingkun, from what you said, I can guess that the elder sister has the habit of keeping a diary since she was seven or eight years old.

Then when she went to the countryside, she had been keeping a diary for at least eight years. Judging from the habit of keeping diaries, the eldest sister must have saved at least thirty diaries. Are you sure she took them all away? "

Thirty diaries, I'm afraid they need to be packed in a big bookcase.

Qin Dingkun thought about it carefully and shook his head.

"Probably not. When she left, Liu Wanju did pack a lot of luggage for her in order to pretend to be virtuous, but she didn't take many books with her. They put them in that military schoolbag."

That's even more impossible.

The military schoolbag of this era is a military green canvas schoolbag with a crossbody, which will bulge after a few books, and cannot hold more than [-] diaries at all.

He Wanqing asked: "Then can you find other diaries?"

Qin Dingkun shook his head.

"I was not interested in keeping a diary since I was a child, and felt that it was superfluous.

Later, when my eldest sister passed away, I wanted to look for her things again, and found that there was nothing in her room except the textbooks from school. "

He Wanqing heard his words filled with endless regret, and couldn't help holding his hand tightly.

"It's okay, I don't think the eldest sister will blame you."

Qin Dingkun forced a smile.

"You must look at the other diaries of the elder sister to see if you have found any problems."

"Ah."

He Wanqing nodded, quickly flipped through a few pages, and pointed to a line in the diary.

"Look, this is the eldest sister who has just arrived at the Dongguan Brigade. She is in a good mood and praises the scenery of the brigade. But if you look at her words and sentences, can you find anything?"

Qin Dingkun looked along the position of her fingers, and a line of neat and neat handwriting jumped into his eyes.

"It's really beautiful here with beautiful mountains and rivers and outstanding people."

Qin Dingkun frowned.

Obviously, he also noticed something was wrong.

"Dingkun, people in our southern province rarely speak 'Tu'. This word is only common in the Northeast and Northwest dialects. My eldest sister grew up in a high-ranking official university in the South. How can she speak in the northern dialect?"

Qin Dingkun nodded, "Strictly speaking, these should be Lanxi dialects."

That's right, it is indeed Lanxi dialect.

Last year, when the two were on the train back to Dongguang from Fujian Province, Qin Dingkun was flipping through his diary, and He Wanqing accidentally glanced at it.

At that time, she noticed that Qin Dingshuang sometimes used Lanxi dialect.

At the time, though, she didn't think much of it.

After all, she heard from Qin Dingkun that his mother grew up in Lanxi.

Thinking about it, Qin Dingshuang's occasional Lanxi dialect should have been learned from Wen Yanqiong when he was a child.

And Qin Dingkun lost his mother since he was a child, so he naturally doesn't understand Lanxi's dialect, which is nothing surprising.

But yesterday, Qin Wenbin said that Wen Yanqiong had been away for many years and could hardly speak Lanxi dialect anymore, and his parents did not speak Lanxi dialect either.

Then came the question, who taught Qin Dingshuang's Lanxi dialect.

Qin Dingkun thought for a long time, then shook his head slightly.

"As far as I can remember, my eldest sister has hardly ever spoken like that. Where did she learn it from?"

He Wanqing flipped through the diary a few more times.

"Dingkun, you see, every time Lanxi's words appear in the eldest sister's diary, it is when she is in a particularly good mood."

He Wanqing said softly, "This is enough to show that the person who taught her Lanxi dialect, or that experience, was very happy in the heart of the eldest sister, so every time she was in a happy mood, Lanxi dialect would blurt out."

Qin Dingkun nodded.

"I don't have such a person in my memory, which means that this person either appeared before I was sensible, or earlier, before I was born."

He Wanqing thought for a while, then looked at Qin Dingkun.

"Dingkun, the eldest sister must know what Liu Wanju will do with her diary after she leaves Dongguang.

I think since she can't take them all away, she will definitely find a safe place to hide them.

Think about it again, what secret base did the two of you have when you were young, where you could hide things from being discovered. "

"The small building in the compound is definitely not good. It is Liu Wanju's territory. Even if she digs three feet, she can dig it out."

Qin Dingkun recalled slowly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I know where the eldest sister's diary is."

That afternoon, the two arrived in Dongguang. There were two old houses in the old city south of the city.

"It was left to my mother by my grandparents, and it is said to be her dowry."

He Wanqing looked at the two small buildings next to each other. Although they looked a bit dilapidated, the location was good and the area was not small, so they were worth a lot of money at first glance.

"Hey, Dingkun, it turns out that Aunt Wen is still Bai Fumei."

"Bai Fumei?" Qin Dingkun asked strangely.

He Wanqing smiled and explained the meaning of the word to him.

Qin Dingkun smiled and said: "My grandparents were progressive intellectuals before the founding of the People's Republic of China. They earned these two houses from the fees they wrote for newspapers. They are not considered rich."

He Wanqing's eyes widened instantly.

This Versailles is too advanced.

Qin Dingkun opened the door, and the two walked in.

"This house is my mother's dowry, and although Liu Wanju had thought about this house, Qin Wenbin didn't dare to do it because of Qin Wenbin's face.

The key to this house has always been in the hands of the elder sister.Before the eldest sister went to the countryside, she handed over the key to me again. "

(End of this chapter)

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