Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The village head's house is the largest and most "luxury" house in Hushui Village. It is equipped with modern equipment, and the TV is still LCD, although the screen is not very big.Today, four unexpected guests were entertained here.

"Have you all seen it?" The man in a black suit who looked like a movie star was respectfully called "Mr. Chen" by the other three. He looked like a rich man in his attire, and the sharpness between his brows could not be ignored. His imposing manner is daunting - the village chief thought to himself: This kind of courage, the township chiefs he has seen before are far inferior to..."

"I didn't see it. Several people in the village have seen it..." The village head replied cautiously, then turned his head and said to his family members who were peeking here from another room, "Dongdong What? Dongdong, come here..."

After a while, a middle-aged woman with slightly gray hair came out from the back room. She came out holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old child. He was somewhat timid towards the few Yang people in the room.

"Dongdong..." The village chief took the child's hand and pulled him over: "This is my little grandson, he has seen it before."

Sitting on the chair, the unsmiling Mr. Chen looked at the child. The child was so frightened that he immediately threw himself into his grandfather's cup, but he still secretly went to see Mr. Chen—probably because he thought it was something new.

"Little friend, tell the truth, did you see it?" Mr. Chen asked the child expressionlessly.

The child swallowed, not daring to make a sound.

The village chief frowned, lowered his head and patted him on the head, and asked in a rough voice: "What's the matter, the guest asked you something, answer it well."

The child pursed his mouth, and then whispered to Mr. Chen, "I see." However, his eyes still did not meet Mr. Chen's.

"How did you see it?" The voice was very flat, without any ups and downs.

"It's just..." Dongdong recalled: "I was flying a kite with Sun Xiaojia that day, and the string of the kite was broken, so I went to pick up the kite, and then saw... saw that person..."

Mr. Chen continued to ask: "What... does he look like... Do you remember?"

"He wears strange clothes... just like what he saw on TV..." Dongdong described: "He also has a very long braid...um...he looks good...but his face is too white ...and he smiled at me..." That spring-like smile... is deeply rooted in the child's memory.

Mr. Chen coughed twice, breathed calmly, and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later he gave me the kite. I heard Sun Xiaojia and the others call me, so I passed by. When I turned to look at him...he disappeared...I told Sun Xiaojia and the others, but they didn't believe it. After I got home, my grandpa and grandma didn't allow me to talk about it again..."

The village chief smiled awkwardly: "This kind of thing...we definitely don't want to make it public...until other people in the village saw it one after another...that's why..."

"If possible, I hope, ahem..." Mr. Chen took the tissue from the assistant, wiped it, and then said, "Call all the people who have met, I want to confirm again."

"This one……"

Mr. Chen didn't speak, but the secretary next to him answered, "Everyone can get 1 yuan."

The village chief was a little surprised, and nodded quickly after reacting: "Okay, I'll call someone right now."

Within 10 minutes, all the so-called witnesses in the village were present, in fact, there were only seven people.

There are seven people of all ages, men and women, some of them are more reserved, while others are very excited.

Mr. Chen coughed a few times, glanced at the secretary, and the secretary took out a few photos from the briefcase, put them on the table, and said to those people: "Look at these photos, the people you see Who do you resemble?"

Those people came over to identify the photos, and each photo showed a young boy with good looks, but they all had their own characteristics.

They scrambled to recognize the photos, seven of them, four of them chose the same photo two by two, and each of the other three chose one.

"Have you chosen?" Mr. Chen leaned against the table and looked at them calmly.

The crowd nodded yes.

"Are you sure," Mr. Chen said slowly, "What you see is the person in the photo?"

Those people looked at each other, then nodded.

"Mr. Chen?" The secretary turned to look at Mr. Chen, waiting for his signal.

Mr. Chen waved his hand, "Let them..."

"No," a childish voice came from Dongdong who had been lying on the table on tiptoe: "None of these people."

The village chief walked over and tugged at him: "What do children know..."

"Grandpa, I recognize it, it's obviously not..."

"Come here." Mr. Chen said to Dongdong.

Dongdong looked at his grandfather, and then slowly walked in front of Mr. Chen, embarrassed.

"You said, none of the people in the photo, why are you so sure? They've all been found, haven't they?"

Dongdong looked back at those grown-ups, and said, "I saw him very close, he is much prettier than those in the photos..."

Mr. Chen stared at him: "How do I know if you are telling the truth?"

"I..." Dongdong was a little anxious: "I, I won't lie... The teacher said that lying is wrong...Obviously I have seen it, I will not admit it..."

Mr. Chen slowly took out a wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, opened the wallet, and inside was a photo, a group photo of two people, one of them was him, and the other..."

"Look, is it this person?"

Dongdong took it, looked at it seriously, and then nodded solemnly: "Well, it's the brother in the photo.... But, that person has braids, very long braids..."

"You..." Mr. Chen's chest rose and fell, he coughed heavily, and then he said: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I won't lie. If I do, the teacher will punish me!" Dongdong was extremely firm.

The seven "witnesses" saw that the situation was wrong, and put all the photos back——

"Actually... Actually, I didn't look carefully that day.

I just saw a shadow from afar..."

"Me too... I was drunk that night, so I didn't see clearly..."

"Um……

I am old and have presbyopia, even if I stand in front of me, I may not see clearly..."

"I... I just listened to what they said..."

"..."

Mr. Chen waved his hand: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Lin Sheng, go and write a check to each of them."

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Mr. Chen looked at Dongdong in front of him again: "Open one for this kid..."

"How can this be done..." The village head stepped forward to hold his grandson's hand, a little at a loss for words: "In fact, Dongdong's kid may not be able to help Mr. Chen..."

Mr. Chen just said to himself: "Open a ticket for 20 yuan."

"Yes."

The people next to him doubted their ears - 20? ! ! !

Dongdong belittled his eyes, completely ignorant of his few words, and unexpectedly won such a fortune——

Of course, such a young child has no concept of money at all.

And the village chief didn't know what to say anymore—such a large sum of money really fell from the sky...

"Village chief, is it convenient for us to spend the night here?" Mr. Chen looked at the village chief with deep eyes.

The village chief nodded hurriedly: "Okay, of course, I still have a spare room in my house... If not enough, there is one next door to live in..."

After being busy for a while, Mr. Chen declined the "banquet" entertainment at the village head's house. He entered the room alone, which still smelled of damp and musty. ——If it was normal, he would definitely not come to this kind of party, let alone the accommodation.And now, he can no longer take care of other...

Standing in front of the window, Mr. Chen watched the wind and rain gradually subside outside the window, then took out the wallet, looked at the face in the photo through the yellow light bulb, and slowly uttered two words—— —

"Qing Huan..."

Then, there was a long sigh.