When the woman had said this, she turned away with a look of disdain on her face.

Qin Tian and Jiang Ya were confused, unable to understand what this woman's last expression meant.

However, they didn't guess too much and continued to go deeper.

Come to the place where she said, as the woman said.

"No wonder she said that she would know if she walked another two hundred meters, even a fool could find it!"

Qin Tian was speechless.

In front of him and Jiang Ya, there was a clay tile house, made of loess, with a tile roof and a wooden door with two iron rings on the wooden door and two windows next to it.

This clay tile house is very dilapidated, and if you can't see the cooking smoke drifting out of the chimney, it's hard to believe that such a dilapidated clay tile house is still inhabited!

It sits at the foot of the mountain, with the deep mountain behind the earthen tile house, separated by a small ditch that has been artificially carved out, leading the mountain water away from rushing into the house.

"But I've finally found it!"

After more than an hour of travel, Qin Tian was still very happy to finally be able to fulfill the last wish left by Wang Sandou.

"Is anyone there, please?"

Coming to the door of the earthen tile house, Qin Tian knocked on the iron ring on the wooden door.

"Who?"

There was a slightly hoarse, vicissitudes of sound from inside the earthen tile house.

"Squeak!"

Then the wooden door was opened, and the two wooden doors swayed as if they were going to fall down at any moment.

What appeared in front of Qin Tian and Jiang Ya was an old man who looked relatively old.

The old man has white hair, his face is furrowed, obviously not young, how can he be in his sixties, he should be upright, slightly hunchbacked, but from his strong body, it is not difficult to see that he was also a strong man when he was young.

This surprised both Qin Tian and Jiang Ya!

Wang Sandou is so young, but his father is so old, he should be an old man!

No wonder the estrangement between father and son has never been bridged!

Obviously, Wang Sandou's father belongs to the older generation, and he can't be rendered by the concept of the new era and maintains the old ideas!

As a young man, Wang Sandou has a strong ability to accept and is impacted by the concept of the new era, and his feudal thoughts, which are not too deep, are naturally incomparable with fresh modern ideas.

It's also something that can't be avoided!

After all, modern ideas are more avant-garde and the most acceptable!

But this, for people with old ideas, is equivalent to breaking their worldview!

Wang Sandou and his father have not been able to reconcile, and it is a matter of course.

"Uncle, we are friends of Wang Sandou..."

Qin Tian spoke, but before he could finish speaking, the wooden door was slammed shut!

"Squeak!"

"Get out!"

The hoarse and vicissitudes of life voice sounded again: "Get out of this village quickly! I don't have this son, and you don't want to do anything for him!"

The old man's tone was full of anger and hatred of iron and steel, obviously extremely disappointed in Wang Sandou!

“...”

Qin Tian and Jiang Ya glanced at each other, things were a little tricky!

"But, Brother Dou is dead..."

After half a ring, Qin Tiancai finally spoke in a low tone: "His last wish before he died was for me to come to you and tell you the news!"

The house was silent, and there was no sound.

Since the wooden door was closed, it has been quiet inside!

"Squeak!"

Five minutes later, the wooden door was opened again.

The old man's face was expressionless, but he could clearly feel that his spiritual head was no longer so powerful, and his waist was bent down!

He looks very old, and he looks so weak at this time, as if he will fall down at any moment!

Qin Tian's nose was sour when he saw this scene, if it weren't for him, Wang Sandou would not have died, and the old man would not have been like this!

White-haired people send black-haired people, it's impossible for anyone to accept it, right?

No matter how much there is a gap between father and son, in the final analysis, they are also father and son!

"Come in. ”

The old man said with a blank face, and turned back to the house without looking back.

Qin Tian and Jiang Ya followed into it.

"Smack..."

The old man sat on the ground next to the bed in the corner of the wall, his protruding cheekbones against a vicissitudes of skin, expressionless on his weather-beaten face, from his forehead to his eyes, and then to the corners of his mouth, full of calm.

A pair of distracted eyes under a wrinkled forehead were dull and cloudy.

He had a cigarette gun hanging from his mouth, and he smoked dry tobacco one by one, without saying a word.

"Uncle..."

Qin Tian looked a little sad.

His heart seemed to be blocked by a big rock, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't!

This kind of taste is so uncomfortable!

"How did you die?"

After a long time, until he finished smoking the dry smoke in the smoking gun, the old man's voice sounded again, and at the same time, he spit out a puff of smoke, put the smoking gun on the wooden bed next to the bed, and looked at Qin Tian.

These eyes were so dead and silent, and when they just closed the door and bombarded them to leave, they were obviously still full of anger!

This moment... But there is no life!

Qin Tian choked up and said, "Died in an explosion, and there are no bones left!"

Jiang Ya next to her couldn't stand such an atmosphere, and walked out of the house with her mouth covered.

"Really?"

The old man nodded calmly, looking out the window blankly, as if he was in a daze, as if he was recalling something.

The room fell silent again.

The old man didn't speak, as if he was in a daze, as if he was reminiscing.

Qin Tian fell into a sad mood and couldn't help himself!

"It's dead, it's dead!"

The old man's tone was full of calmness, but in the calm, he could hear the despair and grief: "It's good to die, but if you die, you can't continue to do evil!"

Qin Tian suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man with an incredulous expression!

He couldn't believe what he had heard.

A father who actually thinks that his son is dead?

Qin Tian couldn't help but want to ask, asking why he said that!

But I never had that courage!

Because... Wang Sandou's death and his great responsibility!

"Sandou, he was originally a good boy!"

"It's my fault, I let him out of the house, to the tempting metropolis!"

The old man ignored Qin Tian's shocked gaze, and still looked out the window, as if he was talking to himself, and he was telling Qin Tian something.

"There, he learned a lot of skills, and began to know how to subsidize the family, I am very happy, the child who used to only snuggle in my arms and whisper to Abel has grown up!"

"But one day, when the people from the same village came back and told me that they saw that he was arrested for being a thief, but he learned how to be a thief, I was very angry, and I persuaded him not to continue to be a thief!"

"But he's a tough kid, and he has the same temper as me, and he will never look back when he decides on something!"

It is normal for a son to have a similar personality to his father.

Not to mention, Wang Sandou grew up in a single-parent family.

It's a matter of course to have a similar personality to my father!