This villager was an older man, bald, with deep wrinkles on his forehead.
He took the cigarette from Zhao Tianxing, thought carefully for a moment, and said, "That's right, it was him. He had a bag on his back, was carrying a plastic bag, and looked pretty clean-cut."
"I was coming back from working in the fields to eat and had just reached the west end of the village when I ran into him. He stopped me and asked if I knew Li Suhua's family."
"I said, 'Of course. They're from our village.' But I told him they'd all moved away, that he wouldn't be able to find them now."
"He didn't seem to say what he wanted with Suhua's family. Then he asked if I knew where Li Suhua's grave was."
"That's the very reason I remember it. I asked him right then and there, 'Why are you looking for someone's grave?'"
"He said he was a friend of Suhua's. He hadn't been able to come pay his respects when she was buried, so he was making a special trip to do so now."
