As soon as he entered, several enthusiastic little girls greeted him and asked him if he wanted to buy a mobile phone.

Liu Qingshan looked at the fair-skinned girls in front of him, and did not show joy, but asked anxiously: "Beauty, I want to ask you, has there been a man who looks a little like me, is about fifty years old, wearing a gray shirt and green liberation shoes, has ever come in?"

Several beauties looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I haven't seen it, it seems that no uncle has been here today. ”

"Yes, the oldest customer who came in today seems to be in his thirties. ”

Hearing these answers, Liu Qingshan thanked him, and then hurriedly left and went to the next mobile phone store.

However, when I asked around the mobile phone store on the pedestrian street, I didn't ask for any news about my father.

Liu Qingshan was anxious, and continued to make phone calls while looking for his father in the shops on the street.

But more than an hour passed in a blink of an eye, but there was no news from my father, and no one answered even the mobile phone.

Where the hell did it go?

Liu Qingshan stood on the side of the street in the afternoon, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, as well as the shops selling all kinds of goods with loudspeakers, and he only felt anxious and dazzled for a while!

With such a big person, is it really said that it is lost?

Is there any royal law left?

He propped his head, rubbed his aching temples, and looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do.

If you go to the police, you guess others will think of him as crazy. After all, it was a middle-aged man with normal intelligence, not a child, nor a person with unsound intelligence.

That's a normal adult. If he had called the police, they would have taken him to a psychiatric hospital.

But my father's phone calls were bursting and no one answered, and my father was still with strangers, if there was nothing wrong, how could he not come back for so long? and did not answer the phone.

Just when he was at a loss, the merchant next to him finally turned off the high-decibel stereo and ended the noisy selling.

At this time, another voice slowly floated over from a distance: "I want to invite my sister, I want to invite my sister to sit out, my sister is like a hibiscus in the garden, and my brother is a peony flower." ”

This sound?

Father!

Liu Qingshan suddenly looked like an enraged hedgehog, and even his hair stood up.

Without saying a word, he ran along with the voice.

A group of men and women, numbering about forty or fifty, gathered under a huge banyan tree in the central square. The people on the periphery stood in the dark, looking at the old men and women singing under the roots of the trees with relish.

Among them, a new face in his fifties attracted many old ladies to send autumn waves. This made the other old men unhappy, and they all stared at the man. I thought to myself, where did the wild man come from?

In the face of the hostility of the old men, this man was not interested, just finished singing, and continued to sing: "It's hard to be a sister, it's hard to be a lover and sit out." It's hard for my sister to sit with my brother, like a fairy coming down to earth. ”

Get under your head. Liu Qingshan cursed in his heart, immediately pushed aside the crowd, walked under the tree, and snatched the microphone from his father's hand: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Liu Yuanhe was singing happily with a woman in her fifties next to him, when he was suddenly snatched away from the microphone, and thought that a few old men next to him who looked at him unpleasantly wanted to make trouble, and when he was about to rush to the crown angrily, he looked up and saw that it was his own son, and then he remembered that he had a son!

Yes, I remembered that I still have a son, and today is the first day I went out to sell yams with my son!

Yam. It's broken! Liu Yuanhe only remembered at this time that he was here to sell yams, to make money, not to sing mountain songs with others.

Oh no, his yams have long been sold out. Thinking about it like this, in the face of his son's angry eyes, Liu Yuanhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Qingshan, your yam is sold out?"

Liu Qingshan didn't speak, glared at his father, and then glanced at the old man who was waiting to see the excitement around him, he didn't have a seizure, and turned his head and left.

Sensing that things were not good, Liu Yuanhe didn't dare to linger anymore for the old ladies who secretly sent autumn waves to him, so he hurriedly put down the microphone and said with a smile to the old lady who had just sung to him: "I'm sorry, my son, I'll go first, if you have a chance, let's sing next time." ”

The old lady is only in her fifties, about the same age as Liu Yuanhe, and her appearance is above average among her peers.

Seeing that Liu Yuanhe was leaving, the old lady was very reluctant: "I'm going to leave so soon, sing for a while." ”

The other old ladies also stayed: "Yes, sing for a while." ”

finally met a man who looked okay, was relatively young, and more importantly, could sing mountain songs, and the old ladies' girlish hearts were about to recover, and they all spoke out to save them.

Liu Yuanhe wanted to stay and sing with these enthusiastic old ladies about landslides, cracks, seas, dry rocks or something, but his son's expression just now really scared him.

He wasn't afraid that his son would scold him, he was afraid that his son would sue.

Therefore, Liu Yuanhe didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly followed his son.

"Qingshan, are you sold out of yams?" Liu Yuanhe asked with a grin as he caught up with his son.

Liu Qingshan ignored him and walked to the door of the vegetable market by himself.

Liu Yuanhe saw that his son didn't reply, and pretended to smile easily: "Didn't you say that you wanted to compete in the morning, let me tell you, my yams were all sold out before noon, how about it, you admit defeat this time." ”

Liu Qingshan still ignored him.

Liu Yuanhe said again: "When it was almost noon, a man bought all the dozens of catties of yam I had left, although the price was a little lower, but it was better than keeping it for an afternoon." ”

Hearing this, Liu Qingshan's tense face finally had some reaction. He stopped, turned to stare at his father, "How much is a pound?"

"It's not very low. Seeing that his son finally spoke, Liu Yuanhe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Sell him fifteen yuan a catty." He asked for sixty pounds at once, so I don't think it would matter if he was a few dollars cheaper. ”

Hearing this, Liu Qingshan wanted to roar, but seeing that there were many people around, it was not good to have a seizure, so he could only turn around and leave without saying a word.

Liu Yuanhe saw that his son's expression was becoming more and more gloomy, and he couldn't help but become more and more worried.

When the two arrived at the gate of the vegetable market, everyone was relieved to see the father and son.

The fat uncle said with a smile: "You are too unreliable, and you don't know how to tell your son after selling the yam, which makes your son worry for an afternoon and looks for you everywhere." ”

"yes. Where have you been, your son is about to turn over the pedestrian street opposite. Auntie just watched Liu Qingshan walk a few laps on the opposite pedestrian street, and she was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

The vendors at the gate of the vegetable market just now were also anxious, for fear that something would happen to the young man's father.

However, now that he saw that the old man was safe and sound, a stone in everyone's hearts finally fell.

Only then did Liu Yuanhe know that his son had been looking for him for a long time just now.

He quietly took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and there were dozens of missed calls.

In the face of everyone's concern, Liu Qingshan thanked him, didn't say anything else, rode the car, and was about to leave.

Liu Yuanhe hurriedly sat up, and planned to wave goodbye to everyone, but he didn't want to, his son almost didn't throw him off the road with a gas pedal.

"Qingshan, slow down. ”

The son ignored him.

It's not just that he ignored him at this time, but all the way home, his son didn't say a word.

This made Liu Yuanhe worried.

As the saying goes, the sea is always exceptionally calm before a storm......

It seems that after returning home, there is a possibility that a layer of skin will be shed.

Alas......

Liu Yuanhe looked up at the blue sky, looked at the white clouds, and thought, old man, you must bless your son, don't let your daughter-in-law pick your son's skin.