"Hurry up," the woman said. "Go wash your hands and come eat. Be careful not to touch your wound."
"I got it. It's fine." The middle-aged man came back after washing his hands. His wife already had dinner prepared.
In Wang Yao's home…
After dinner, Wang Yao went out a little early. Instead of going up Nanshan Hill, he walked toward the north and out of the mountain village. He walked west along the road. Before long, he came to the village intersection where the middle-aged man had his accident.
Standing at the intersection, looking toward the northwest, he could see a hill. On the hill, there were pines and cypresses of different heights. He could also see some tombs. They were in the shape of steamed buns. Underneath the hill, just beside the road, there was a 4-foot stone tower. There were seven designs carved in the stone.
This is the place!
Wang Yao could still see some pieces of the electric bike on the ground.
