My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng asked Zhao Zhuwei to take the little girl upstairs to change clothes, while he turned around and asked about Yang Qiaolan's situation.

After all, she should have spent a whole day with this little girl last time.

"This girl, is she mentally ill?"

Yang Feng asked.

According to his observation, if it is not a physical problem, it is definitely a psychological problem.

But after hearing this, Yang Qiaolan said helplessly: "This little girl is very introverted, but it doesn't look like she has depression or autism."

"Has she spoken before?"

"I haven't heard it, but my colleagues said she seemed to be able to make sounds, but they couldn't understand them."

"Can't understand?"

"I guess it's because the child's pronunciation is not standard."

Yang Qiaolan looked helpless and said: "We cleaned her up at the time and stayed at the police station. We also said that everyone would take turns taking care of her until her family was found, but she ran away the next day."

"Then why did she run?"

"do not know."

"It's really weird."

Yang Feng felt that this girl was definitely not autistic.

Although he looks introverted and afraid of people.

But Yang Feng could feel the innocence revealed by this little girl, and there was still a little doubt.

"Brother Feng, if you are not busy, you can just keep her for now. We are also mobilizing people to search for her. We hope to find her family as much as possible."

Yang Qiaolan was also very distressed.

Yang Feng nodded, sighed and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Then I'll go back first."

"Well, my mom will make supper later, let's eat some together."

"Hehe, I ate more of Aunt Hu's late-night snacks than you did."

Yang Qiaolan grinned.

Several people discussed the results at home.

The night gets darker.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening.

Yang Feng didn't see anything valuable in the little girl, so he could only return to his room in the end.

inside the room.

Just when Yang Feng had just turned on the computer and was about to take a look at the Hedong Town plan, Zhao Zhuwei suddenly came in excitedly from outside the door.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open anxiously.

Yang Feng turned around depressed and said, "Can you please keep your voice down at night?"

"Yang Feng! She spoke!"

Zhao Zhuwei's excited expression.

After hearing this, Yang Feng quickly put down the things in his hands and ran to Zhao Zhuwei's room.

At this time, the little girl was lying on the bed, looking around curiously with her big eyes, and finally looked at the two people who came in anxiously.

"What did she say?"

Yang Feng asked quickly.

Zhao Zhuwei was stunned for a moment, then recalled: "I didn't quite understand it, it was a bit like a dialect?"

"Dialects? That's possible."

After hearing this, Yang Feng thought this was reasonable.

After all, that's how it is in the South.

The phenomenon of different pronunciations has always existed.

If this little girl came from somewhere farther away and spoke the local dialect, they would definitely not be able to understand her.

But at this moment, the little girl seemed to speak again.

"Wow wow~"

The little girl made a milky sound from her mouth, as if she was saying something.

Zhao Zhuwei was a little helpless and said, "Look, I just said I don't understand."

"wrong……"

Yang Feng frowned.

Why does he feel that this tone is familiar to him?

Zhao Zhuwei was curious and asked: "Is this dialect from your area?"

"This doesn't look like a dialect."

Yang Feng suddenly realized something was wrong.

Zhao Zhuwei felt that Yang Feng suddenly seemed a little distracted.

But Yang Feng's eyes were staring at the little girl at this time, and his eyes changed slightly.

The little girl was also frightened by Yang Feng's eyes at this time, and immediately hid at the head of the bed, curling up and looking at him.

Zhao Zhuwei quickly went over and picked her up, protecting her and saying, "Yang Feng, what's wrong with you? You're scared."

"You wait first."

Yang Feng suddenly took out a pen and paper in the room, then placed it in front of the little girl and gestured with his movements: "Can you write your own name?"

The way he was dancing.

The little girl was quite smart. Although Yang Feng's movements were very abstract, she still understood what he meant.

After taking the pen and paper, the little girl wrote a few words on the paper.

These words looked very nice at first glance, but Zhao Zhuwei couldn't understand what they were writing at all.

After Yang Feng carefully identified it at this time, he seemed to be thoughtful.

"After all, he is still a child. Even his own name is written in such a crooked way that it is impossible to tell what she wrote."

Zhao Zhuwei looked helpless.

"Xiong Kaixin."

Yang Feng suddenly called these three words with a special pronunciation.

After hearing the sound, the little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she jumped up from the bed.

When she saw Yang Feng, it was as if she was seeing the savior. She jumped on Yang Feng excitedly, and kept using special pronunciation and language to say something to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng also tried hard to communicate with her using the language in his memory at this time.

It's just that his pronunciation is very lame and awkward, and it's also mixed with a lot of mistakes.

The little girl also discovered that Yang Feng's language skills were only half-full, but both of them could understand some of the other's simple words.

But this is already an extremely incredible thing for the little girl.

She has been out for so long, and this is the first time someone can understand her.

As soon as she started talking, the little girl became less introverted.

He seemed to be talking to Yang Feng in an endless stream like the surging river.

But Yang Feng could only understand roughly, and finally had no choice but to ask the little girl to slow down her speech.

But Zhao Zhuwei listened to the two chattering beside her for a long time, looking confused from beginning to end.

After watching them rest for a while, Zhao Zhuwei quickly stopped Yang Feng and said, "Yang Feng, what dialect is this? What were you talking about just now?"

"This is not a dialect, it is ancient Chinese."

"ancient Chinese?"

"Strictly speaking, it is the language of ancient Chu culture."

Yang Feng's words made Zhao Zhuwei open her eyes wide.

"The language of Chu culture?! How is this possible!"

Zhao Zhuwei is incredible.

A little girl comes out speaking a language from thousands of years ago? How is this possible? !

And Yang Feng actually understood it?

"Don't try to fool me, right?"

Zhao Zhuwei was full of disbelief.

This is too incredible.

Yang Feng felt helpless, picked up the piece of paper and said, "Do you know what these three words are written on?"

"I don't quite understand."

"The first one is the surname. Her last name is Xiong. In the modern archaeological community, they have been researching whether this is the royal surname of the Chu Kingdom. The surname was more complicated in ancient times. I will explain it to you later."

Yang Feng said and continued: "The two characters behind these are Kaixin."

"What does that mean?"

"Have you seen Chu Ci?"

"Do you think...I've seen it?"

"I don't even need to ask you."

Yang Feng had no choice but to explain: "In "Chu Ci Jiu Huai", there is a sentence that He Bo opens the door and welcomes Yu Xi happily. It means that the water god He Bo opens the door and welcomes me happily to visit. The person who named her was very particular.”