Show Mercy: the Young Master of the Miao Village's Prison Pet

The bad luck started with the investigation of snake pattern embroidery in Langxizhai. When I was squatting in front of the stilted building to take the shot, a young man in a navy blue shirt burst into the camera - Chen Ye. The red mole on the eyebrow of his right eye was stained by the sun, but the eyes he looked at me were as heavy as the pond in Bawu Mountain. I didn't know at that time that this sight would make me unable to avoid this mountain. I heard Chen Ye say three times that he "cannot cast poison". The first time we were outside the bar, I held the photo I had taken of him and asked, and his fingertips rubbed the edge of the photo: "Su Yan, I don't know how to cast poison." But the next day, there were wild jasmine trees with neatly broken branches on the window lattice of the inn. The second time we were lost in the woods, black insects crawled strangely around the car. He appeared carrying a bamboo basket with embroidery thread and pointed us the way to Qingxi Town. I asked about the legend of seedlings in Bawu Ridge, and he smiled with his eyes downcast: "Su Yan, I can't cast poison." But he handed over a branch of wild jasmine stained with dew from the mountain stream, like a sign following us all the way. The third time was much later. I sat in front of his embroidery frame, looking at the unfinished snake pattern, and touched the box at the bottom of his bamboo basket with my fingertips - inside were the research notes I had left here, with wild jasmine painted all over the blank spaces. I just realized that what he said about "not being able to cast poison" was false. It's never the mountain road that traps me, it's his thoughts hidden in his stitches. But how many unspoken secrets are hidden in that unopened box of embroidery thread?