The Tale of the Kraken

Chapter 405 The Weird Old Man
In fact, the magic capital is not as luxurious as many people imagined.Nor is it the corruption that many people think of as fiery trees and silver flowers.

As an international metropolis, it naturally has its cold, unkind, prosperous and indifferent side.However, under such indifference, there are tens of thousands of people who work and live diligently in this city.

When the night gradually enveloped the city, people ended their hard work and started their journey home.

The pace of this city is too fast, everyone is in a hurry, as if rushing to some kind of banquet, no one has time to stop and take a look around.

Everyone has gotten used to this way of life, as if the world is like this, everyone has their own responsibilities, their own life, other people's affairs, have nothing to do with themselves and don't need to care about them.

In fact, such a city is just a microcosm. Everyone is so busy, and then they live their lives, but in the end, they don't know why they are so busy.

But no matter what, every day when returning home from work, everyone's footsteps are much lighter.Even though they were very tired, even though they were in the same rush, the atmosphere in the crowd was much lighter.

In this group of people hurrying home, an old man with white hair mixed in among them, walking slowly with his head down.

He seemed to have something on his mind, and his brows were furrowed all the way, which was very inconsistent with his peaceful demeanor, and one couldn't help but turn his head to look at him a few more times.

Unlike most of the people walking on this street, he was too old and dressed very casually, forming a strong contrast with the hurried young man beside him.

Judging by his appearance and clothes, he should not have appeared in this place at this time.If I have to say it, the place that suits him more is obviously the park where old men and women get together for morning exercises in the morning.But not now, the CBD center during rush hour.

Because, compared to them, the old man walked too slowly. He lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something on his mind. When he took a step, he often stopped for several seconds before taking the next step.

The old man just walked in the crowd so unhurriedly, compared with those young people, he seemed so leisurely.

On both sides of the road, the bright lights of the merchants sprinkled on his snow-white hair, making this old man who seemed to be over seventy years old, so out of place with the city when the lights were just coming to the city.

At this time, he should not be one of the members returning home, but the one waiting for the family to come back under the lamp.

Finally, after missing another intersection, the old man stopped.He stood on the side of the road and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to flag down a taxi. After getting in the car, he leaned on the back seat, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The city center during the rush hour is obviously not a good place to park. Seeing that he was silent, the driver asked, "Mr., where are you going?"

After being told by the driver, the old man finally came back to his senses. He raised his head and smiled at the driver: "I'll go..."

Just about to report the address, the words came to my lips, but I don't know why I couldn't say them.

Seeing him like this, the driver restrained his smile and asked, "Mr.? Can't you remember where you're going?"

Don't blame him for being overwhelmed. In today's society, the aging population is getting worse. Old people often go out alone, and then forget who they are and where they are going, so there are often news of old people missing.

As a driver, he had naturally received such training in the company. Just when he was hesitating whether to drive the car to a nearby police station for filing, the old man spoke up.

He seemed to have finally recovered from his thoughts, sighed, and told the driver the address.

The driver knew this address. It was on the edge of the city center, which used to be the French Concession. Although the house was a bit old, it was a very stylish place.

Thinking of this, he took a look at the old man's clothes in the rearview mirror, and then came to the conclusion that there are quite a few old men wearing improved Tang suits these days, but the fabric of this old man's clothes is obviously different from other people's.Coupled with his white hair and demeanor, the driver felt that this must be a pampered old man.

Thinking this way, he started the car, and after driving out of the side road, he said: "Mr., it is peak hour now, and the traffic will be a bit congested. If you are bored, just listen to the radio for a while."

After hearing his words, the old man nodded, and said, "Yes."

After answering this sentence, he began to close his eyes, and he closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Seeing him like this, the driver hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Old man, are you okay?"

After hearing this sentence, the old man raised his head slightly to look at the driver, then nodded and said, "I'm fine, just drive to the place I just said, it doesn't matter if there is a little traffic jam on the road." , I'm not in a hurry."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

The driver opened his mouth to say something, but he closed his mouth when he saw that the old man seemed to have no intention of talking.

There are old people in every family, the driver guessed, which family's old people should be tired from walking, and plan to go home?It seems that the condition of the home should be good.

Over the years, as a taxi driver in Shanghai, he has been used to seeing all kinds of strange guests.

Therefore, I don't think there is anything strange about this old man who doesn't like to talk and closes his eyes to keep healthy as soon as he gets in the car.Therefore, according to his request, the car was driven out smoothly.

Because the elevated road is too congested, it only takes 15 minutes on weekdays, but this time it took more than an hour to drive.

After more than an hour, the car finally stopped at the entrance of a small alley.When the driver saw that he had arrived at the destination, he turned his head and wanted to wake up the old man with his eyes closed, only to find that the old man had already opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of energy, and he didn't look tired at all.

"Here, here's your fare." The old man stretched out his hand from the back seat, patted the driver on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you, young man."

The driver took the money and saw that it was two big bills. When he was about to lower his head to change the money, he heard the old man behind him speak again, saying: "Okay, don't look for it, and the rest will be my thank you fee." Let's go! The young man drives very steadily."

After saying this, the old man smiled and opened the car door, turned around and entered the alley.

The driver waited until the figure of the old man disappeared in the alley before continuing to drive forward.While lamenting his good luck today, he also thought about what he had done?After thinking about it, it seems that the sound of the car radio was turned down just because he was afraid of disturbing the old man's sleep.

But no matter what, today's harvest is not small, and the tip given by the old man is not too much, not too little.At least, it can be worth the gas money of today's shift. In this case, all the money he got today can be regarded as net profit.

Thinking of this, the driver showed a smile, parked the car in front of the next taxi passenger, stuck out his head and said, "Hello, where are you going?"

The old man who had just taken his taxi walked straight into the alley after getting off the taxi, but stopped suddenly when he reached the entrance of the alley.

He stood at the alley, looked at the ice cream shop not far away, and the pastry shop next to it, thinking for a long time.Finally, he took a deep breath before continuing to walk forward.

"Daoist? Are you back?" The first person to see him was the little fox who came out of the ice cream shop and was about to go to the snack shop to ask Michelle to eat.

After seeing the old man, he said, "What did Yuan Mu call you just now?"

However, the old man didn't answer his question, and after looking at him again, he asked, "Where are the others?"

"Others? Who are you talking about?" Startled by his words, the little fox said, "My boss is in the store, and sister Xue'er is next door. What's the matter?"

"Go and call your boss and everyone you can contact to the pastry shop. We may need to have a meeting." Go to the snack shop.

In the pastry shop, Michelle, who happened to see off the last table of guests, was packing up the tables and chairs and preparing to close the door.

Since Yang Yang left, the store's business has gradually entered the off-season.Naturally, those old customers would come to visit her every day.And correspondingly, because everyone knew that Yang Yang was not around.

Therefore, in order to understand how hard it is for her to look after the store alone, there are a lot of takeaway orders missing.However, even though it was the off-season, it didn't have a big impact on Michelle.

She opened this store, originally, not to make money.

The main purpose of this dim sum shop is to be able to keep busy and provide a place for friends to stay.

Just when she finished wiping the last table and was about to close the door, she looked up and saw an old man standing in front of the glass door, looking at her.

"Daoist Yun Chang?" After seeing the person coming, she was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "When did you come? Why didn't you say hello when you came?"

Having said that, she walked towards the door, then opened it, and asked, "Why don't you come in!"

At this time, Yun Chang who was standing at the door nodded stiffly, and said to her: "Oh, I just arrived, so I didn't bother you because you were busy."

After saying this, he opened the door and walked in.

At this time, the wind chime on the door jingled because of his entry.

Yun Chang glanced at Feng Ling, without saying anything, raised his hand and closed the door gently.

(End of this chapter)