Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1945 robbery (19)

   Cleared his throat and stood up straight.

   Transformed into an old man with gray hair and no beard.

  The crutch in his hand disappeared, and the scary leaves on his head also disappeared.

  He has a kind face and is wearing an unremarkable cloth.

  After changing his body, he looked down at himself.

no problem.

   Then, he knocked on the door.

   "Knock—knock knock—"

  The wind is strong and the sound is also loud.

  The woods next to it were rattled by the wind, and the broken and unstable gate creaked.

  In such a noisy and windy environment, the few knocks he made were like a needle falling, small and subtle, mixed in, so inaudible at all.

   Except himself.

  The old man in the land probably also realized this, and stood upright.

   Knock again, louder this time.

   "Knock—knock knock—"

  That poor door was kicked open just today.

   It was finally repaired, but in the end, it was still being swept by strong winds every moment.

   Now, it is still being knocked hard.

   It was crumbling, and the sound from the connecting door was extremely harsh.

   It was shocking, and it seemed that I would not be able to hold on any longer.

   "Crunch—"

  The poorly devastated door finally opened.

   But only a small gap was opened.

   Behind the gap, a small figure was revealed, with those wet, beautiful and clean eyes.

  Slim and small, with baggy clothes.

   Just holding on to the handle of the door tightly, looking at the people outside.

  Do not speak, very vigilant.

  Like a **** kitten, full of vigilance.

   Looking at his eyes, strange and hostile.

  The land old man showed a kind smile on his face.

   "Hello, Xiaochen."

   "I gave you steamed buns last time. My name is Grandpa Zhang. How is it? Do you remember me?"

   "..." The little boy hiding behind the broken door stared at him quietly, his beautiful wet eyes were dark.

   It's pitch black, like a cub that can bite people before it grows up, even if its teeth are not yet sharp, it is still possible to pounce on it at any time.

  Warning, attacking.

   It always seems to give people a feeling of dread.

   "..." The kind smile on the old man's face could not be maintained.

  He was like this, only opened a crack, and did not speak.

  The little hand tightly grasped the lock behind the door, very hard.

  It seems that he is afraid that he will break in, and it seems that he is a bad person.

   Just staring at him, not responding, silent.

   Deathly silence.

  In the air, there was only the sound of the whistling wind, and the rushing sound from the nearby woods.

  Through the door, the two inside and outside just fell into an inexplicably awkward atmosphere.

  Inexplicably weird.

  The old land man waited for a while, seeing that he didn't speak, he tried his best to smile and changed from behind.

  A fresh grass carp was delivered to the door just like that.

court.

  The tone is also as kind as possible.

   "No, my family just caught a few fish on the mountain today, and they are still fresh."

   "Thinking... There are only a few people in my family, and I can't finish it, so I'll just give you one."

   "You take it back and cook it, or use it to make soup, it's all good, the taste is—"

"Need not."

  The thin young man behind the door interrupted him abruptly with his childish and sandy voice.

   Staring at him with pitch-black eyes, the hands behind the door frame were tightly pressed, very hard.

   "Thanks, but I don't need it."

  He is always like this, very vigilant.

  Whether it is bullying him or expressing kindness to him.

   That's all it takes, keep it out.

  (end of this chapter)