[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Drinking is the general business card of Gaoping people in Jincheng, and it is also a way of life for Gaoping men, but Gaoping people pay attention to the scene when drinking, what makes the noise is the atmosphere, and what exudes is the pride of northern men.

After the meal, the women of this family put away the bowls and chopsticks and replaced them with side dishes and the standard old Baifen. Instead, all the locals in the lobby became quiet.I heard the sound of the wooden door opening and closing, and knew that the Lord was coming.

The old lady is holding a dragon stick, but her steps are not at all like that of a person who is looking forward to it. Although the whole person looks dry and old, she is very energetic, giving people the impression that she can pick up a hoe and do farm work for two hours after rushing into the field. refreshing feeling.

The fat man was amazed when he saw it, and asked if this was some kind of undiscovered longevity village. I was also curious secretly, because this old lady really made people feel comfortable, unlike a mean person, she looked lively and lovable. happiness.

All the seats stood up to give blessings, and the old lady took a cane very coolly, and signaled us to sit down.

The following process was not as formal as before. According to the old lady's preference, the guests actually had to listen to her old man tell stories all afternoon, and then leave after dinner.

When I saw that the local people in the lobby even took out the melon seeds from the bags they brought, I knew it was going to be bad. Just as I was about to run away, the girl had already closed the front door. There is nothing urgent, just stop and wait for dinner.

The birthday banquet was transformed into a tea party in an instant, which was quite interesting to be honest.

The old lady has a unique spirit, like an old urchin, and most of the stories she tells are some interesting stories she experienced living in this village when she was a child, interspersed with some local legends.Local people can understand it and find it interesting, but foreigners like us are not quite used to it.

I'm actually very tired recently, and I didn't sleep well last night. It's warm in this room. I just insist on hearing that when the old man was nine years old, he went to dig out a bird's nest. He fell from a tree and was caught by a stranger, otherwise he would have died The story, which was less than a hundred years old, fell asleep on the table in a daze.

This sleep was not very sound at the beginning, probably because the surrounding was too noisy, something was on my mind, and I was always dreaming.The dream was incomplete, and it was intermittent. It was roughly that I fell in a dark place, and there was something heavy on my body that made me suffocate, and I couldn't move my body no matter how hard I struggled.

Halfway through my sleep, it seemed that the people around me put on warm clothes for me, moved my numb hands away, and changed my sleeping position, which made me feel much more comfortable.The Iron Triangle was there, and I didn't feel any danger subconsciously, so I followed him and continued to sleep.

But this sleep is doomed not to be able to sleep well, and soon I was pushed by someone, woke up, looked sideways, Poker-Face's slender hand was resting on my arm, it seems that he shook me awake .

I was a little puzzled, but immediately became alert, and Poyouping made a "relax" gesture, motioning for me to listen to the old lady's speech: "... When I was 16 years old, I went to the temple fair with my mother, it was so lively... ..."

I frowned slightly, and thought that after sleeping for so long, the old birthday star just talked about it from nine years old to 16 years old. According to this logic, when she talks about 60 years old, I will do some physical and mental exercise with Poker Ping There is enough time, no wonder other people still carry melon seeds to relieve boredom, really prescient.

"Later, there were handmade candy sellers on the street. Where did the kids in our era have pocket money? I couldn't move my feet when I stood in front of the stall. When my mother said, I'm not a small person, but I still couldn't help crying. nose.

"At that time, a man came over and bought candy for me. When my mother thanked me, I went to see the man, and found that he was still the same face, not old.

"I just thought, it's really fate, so I firmly remembered his appearance.

"Actually, it's quite miraculous when I think about it. When I saw him later, I was married to my old man and gave birth to my youngest son. One day when I was going to the market, I happened to see him walking towards me. I didn't have time to react, so the two of us Nod to each other and pass."

Then someone yelled:

"Hey, I still remember it after so long! Is it an old lover? The old Wangtou down there is about to cry!"

The old lady was overjoyed and continued:

"Where, I forgot about it a long time ago. That man is not good-looking, just ordinary. It's just... I saw him on the street the other day. I remember the matter clearly. What's more, that man has hardly aged in all these years, except for his clothes!"

I was shocked in my heart, and couldn't help turning my head to look at Poyou Ping. He approached my ear from the side and whispered: "This man appeared four times in her story. No matter how long it takes, his appearance Nothing has changed."

A guess flashed through my mind, and I immediately showed the seriousness I had when I was learning Kung Fu from the master, and listened to the old lady's story with all my attention.

When the people below heard what the old man said, they laughed even more happily, and they all said that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", saying that the old lady did not forget the old love and was dazed.Otherwise, if you meet a great fairy and a noble person, it's no wonder that this life is full of blessings.

The old lady was not annoyed, and smiled with a good temper, but in the following story, the topic changed without any trace, and the man was never mentioned again.

After my suspicion and interest were hooked up, I was not in a hurry to leave, I just stayed there with the fat man and had a good dinner.

Taking advantage of the chaos when cleaning up the dishes, Audio-Technica discussed it secretly, and decided not to startle the scene, so they bid farewell to the host and returned to the car to wait for them to have a feast.

After all, the old man is already a hundred years old and lacks energy.We waited for about three hours, and when the surrounding fields fell silent, the light in the master bedroom of the family finally went out.

The fat man was left to look at the car, and Poker-Face and I tied our trousers a little, walked around the wall of the backyard of the house, picked up a big old tree to use our strength, and jumped over the wall.

To be honest, I have received a lot of training and actual combat experience in this kind of sneaking into the enemy's lair, so now facing this low-level dungeon, I don't feel nervous at all, but instead feel absurd that I am sneaking around.

As for the stuffy oil bottle, I think that even if he really does things with empty hands, he seems very upright. After all, the aura of a person is there, and he can do anything awesome.

When I was distracted, Poker Face had already observed the layout of the house, and the doors connecting several courtyards were locked, so we could only skillfully flip over the walls a few times.

Fortunately, the chances of installing monitoring and sensors in such a place are not high, otherwise I would have to spend a little more effort without bringing special tools.