The years when I was an old man

I was suddenly curious, what kind of person can make Gu Ziliu and Jin Wushuang stand up at the same time?

Turning his head to look at the door, he saw the man supported by Liu Yunxiu, who looked to be in his 70s.

He is not tall and has a stooped waist.

Not to mention the white hair all over his head, his face was even more wrinkled and mounded.

Thin as skin and bones, long fingers like bamboo joints.

He was still holding a bamboo walking stick in his hand. The walking stick must have been quite old, and the patina had been scratched on it.

Walking is even more trembling, giving people a feeling that they are dying and may even fall down at any time.

Because of his faltering steps, he walked too slowly.

A few people from Luobei in front, although they have already reached the chair.

But none of them sat down, they all stood there in good order, waiting for this person to be seated.

It took him a while to get to the chair.

He glanced at the group of people below us, and finally sat down with Liu Yunxiu's support.

I quietly looked at Jin Wushuang and Gu Ziliu again, although their expressions didn't change.

But I can also feel that they seem to treat this person with a bit of respect.

It seemed that they not only knew each other, but were very familiar with them.

Taking advantage of this time, I quietly looked back at old Mr. Wu.

Old Mr. Wu nodded slightly at me. It seems that he also knows this person, but it's just not convenient to talk to me now.

Leaning on a cane, he pressed his hands down towards the crowd, and then said:

"Stop standing, sit down!"

The old man's voice was harsh, like fingernails scratching glass.The listener feels uncomfortable.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Liu Yunxiu next to him, and Liao Waner next to him, sighed, and said:

"This has been going on for some years, I have never seen so many masters of thousands of sects. Especially there are so many young faces here, it seems that this is really a formidable young man..."

I kept staring at him, although he walked tremblingly.

But I found that his palms seem to be very strong.

The back of the hand holding the cane, the blue veins are exposed, is very calm.

Liu Yunxiu smiled slightly and said:

"No matter how many masters there are, it's not as good as the iron abacus of your old accountant. Yours is the real abacus, and the golden ten thousand taels..."

As soon as Liu Yunxiu finished speaking, the people around him all laughed apologetically.

Only Luobei's eyes were empty, and he looked into the distance as if he didn't hear anything.

The old accountant suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Luobei, and asked with a smile:

"Xiao Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time, and it's strange. How is business now?"

His tone was kind and his words were kind.

If it wasn't for his harsh voice, he would really give people a sense of kindness and kindness.

Luo Bei didn't dare to neglect, and immediately turned to look at the old accountant, and said:

"Thanks to the old accountant, the business is still going well!"

The old accountant nodded in satisfaction, and said in his piercing voice:

"That's good, that's good!"

Luo Bei nodded immediately, as if he didn't dare to say another word.

I was even more curious, who was this old accountant?

Huang Shigong?

Qian Xie Zhang Shoushan?

Or someone else?

While speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Looking back, I saw several familiar figures appearing at the door.

The one who walked in the front was He Xiaoshi's father, He Songbai.

And the one who was following him with two bodyguards was Lin Changming who wanted to kill Master Hong and me a few days ago.

It's just that Lin Changming didn't bring his adopted daughter Lin Qiaoqiao with him this time.

Having not seen him for a few days, He Songbai lost a little of his former radiance, and his brows were a little more worried.

The moment he entered the door, when he saw the old accountant sitting on the upper hand side, he couldn't help but froze.

But he immediately returned to normal, and immediately cupped his hands and said:

"Old accountant, I didn't expect to see you in Bahuang, so I didn't come to Bahuang!"

Although He Songbai spoke politely, there seemed to be more worry in his eyebrows.

"Xiaohe, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I heard that you have quit Lan Dao long ago and changed to antiques? If there is a chance, I will go to your place to open my eyes and have a look at your collection..."

He Songbai immediately said:

"My little collection, compared to yours, is nothing!"

The old accountant smiled, slowly shook his head and said:

"You little He, you're the only one who can talk. Find a place to sit, and we'll have a good chat later..."

He Songbai immediately found a place to sit down, we could clearly feel his crampedness and caution.

He didn't even glance at He Xiaoshi's direction.

I turned my head and asked He Xiaoshi in a low voice:

"Has your father ever told you about this man?"

He Xiaoshi shook her head and whispered:

"No, he didn't even tell me he was here!"

I looked at old Mr. Wu again, and Mr. Wu said cautiously and solemnly:

"Don't talk yet, I'll talk to you later!"

As soon as old Mr. Wu finished speaking, Lin Changming, who was standing neatly at the door, immediately took a step forward.

He clasped his hands together, worshiped the old accountant like a Buddha, and said respectfully at the same time:

"Old accountant, Lin Changming greets you!"

The old accountant drooped his eyelids, gave a soft "hmm" and stopped talking.