The years when I was an old man

At the door, an old man in his 60s stood there.

He wore a brocade Tang suit with handmade Su embroidery.On his feet is a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes.

Carrying it with both hands gives people an indescribable sense of nobility.

The moment I saw him, I was shocked. He was actually the two-fingered old man.

Last time at the entrance of the village, he pretended to be a ghost and scared me.

After that, we tested each other, and he promised to tell me the cause of my father's death, and I would give him the painting.

It was just the sudden arrival of the old accountant that disrupted everything.

At that time, he was still pretending to be Qianxie Zhang Shoushan.

Unexpectedly, he appeared in my room.

Mule stared at the two-fingered old man, his eyes gushing with anger.

The two-fingered old man didn't take it seriously at all. He faced me and said solemnly:

"On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, I'm here, don't be afraid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed to the door and said angrily:

"Get out, or I'll kill you today!"

"what!"

The mule roared and rushed towards the two-fingered old man.

But as soon as he reached his side, he saw the old man raising his hand slightly and ducking away gently.

Then he stepped backwards, slowly and slowly.

The tall mule fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.

His skill was completely beyond my expectation.

The mule seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, lying motionless on the ground.

"This kind of waste dares to do something in front of me, Zhang Shoushan!"

He used two fingers to gently comb his hair.

Then he looked at me and said with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, no one can understand you!"

I stood up from the bed and stared at him dumbfounded.

He gently adjusted his clothes and said slowly:

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, I came to you this time because of our last appointment at the entrance of the village. You promised me the painting, so you should give it to me, right? Don't worry, as soon as I get the painting, I will tell you the cause of Melo's death." you!"

I didn't speak, but turned my head and looked around.

I just walked in, and I only paid attention to whether anyone came in, and didn't look carefully.

Now I see that my suitcase has been tampered with.

"You move?"

I pointed to the suitcase and asked.

The two-fingered old man shook his head and said:

"I saw the mule following you, so I took the lead in entering your room, for fear that he would attack you. When I passed by the suitcase, I accidentally kicked it twice..."

I didn't answer his words, but asked with a dull expression:

"Are you from Huang Shigong?"

That night in the wasteland at the entrance of the village, the two-fingered old man was held up by Xiaoduo with a knife, but he didn't show any panic.

But my current question shocked him.

"What do you mean? What does my Qianxie Zhang Shoushan, who is a mighty Qianmen Jianghu, have to do with Huang Shigong?"

"I'm asking you again, not to ask you to ask me..."

Then, I pointed to the mule on the ground and said:

"The mule is ugly, not stupid. How could he drop me and run for you just because a teacup was smashed? Also, fists are afraid of young people. No matter how good your hand is, how could you subdue the mule in a flash? , can you still make him motionless?"

The two-fingered old man's brows couldn't help but frown together.

"Last time at the entrance of the village, as soon as you heard the old accountant and the others coming, you ran away immediately. And now, you can make the mule cooperate with you in acting and avoid the old accountant. Except for Huang Shigong's people, I really can't think of you. who?"

I said slowly, but my eyes were fixed on the other person.

"You worked so hard to perform a heroic rescue scene just to find the painting, right? In fact, you could have told me the cause of Melo's death first. I will definitely give you the painting. But you use this method You lied to me, don’t you think you looked down on me in the sixth grade of junior high school?”

When a person's deception is exposed, he either runs away in despair or becomes furious.

But this old man is the third type, he is as thick-skinned as a city wall, he smiles and doesn't take it seriously at all.

"Chu Sixu, you still have some brains. I'm not lying to you, I'm testing you. Where is the painting?"

I shook my head.

He immediately frowned and said angrily:

"Aren't you afraid that I will let the mule kill you?"

I still didn't speak.The mule got up from the ground with a pull of the wheel.

"Chu Sixu, then don't blame me for being rude. Mule, give me a discount on his hand. Let me see how he can win the star list?"

The mule shook his head and walked towards me again.

I stood where I was, looking towards the door.

At this moment, the door is open.

The mountain breeze blew towards the room, blowing in fallen leaves from the forest from time to time.

But among the fallen leaves, there were still a few broken garlic peels mixed in.

"Why does it smell so strong of garlic?"

The two-fingered old man sniffed sharply and looked behind him subconsciously.

The mule couldn't help but stop, and when he looked back, both of them were stunned.

At the door, a man wearing oil-stained overalls was leaning against the door frame.

He was wearing a peaked cap, holding a few cloves of garlic in his hand, throwing them into his mouth from time to time, and chewing them loudly.

"How did you get in? Where is the person at the door?"

Unexpectedly, this old guy also arranged for someone to be at the door.

Brother Garlic threw the last few grains of garlic into his mouth.

Then he pulled a sack from behind the door.

The sack was tied, and the people inside were moving around.