Neither of them spoke, and the old and the young faced each other.

After a long time, the old woman sighed first and spoke in a deep voice: "Do you really want to stay?"

"Well, don't leave anything!"

The pestle was dead and humming.

"It's fine, but you have to really learn well!"

The old woman's eyes were like swords, and she pressed tightly against the conscience of the pestle.

"Well, I'm really good at learning!"

The pestle is not afraid to give in, and promises word by word.

"Good!" the old woman snorted, and with a little trust on her wrinkled old face, she pointed to the shack and said, "You can fix the roof of this shed, and I will keep you for a few more days." ”

"Is that true?" said Kiko, in surprise.

"No jokes!" the old woman said like nails.

"Hehe, this is easy to do!" was overjoyed, and didn't even think to say yes.

The old woman also smiled when she saw the joy of the pestle, but then her face sank and she said, "But ...... You sleep in bed in the first half of the night, and you sleep in the second half of the night!"

"Uh......" The pestle was stunned, Ji'er jumped three feet high, and shouted happily: "Don't worry, I slept on the ground in the first half of the night, and I slept on the ground in the second half of the night!"

"Tsk, like a monkey, it's quite lame!"

The old woman looked at the pestle and laughed with joy like a child, and grinned so happily that tears came out of her eyes, and she shook her head while laughing:

"Hehe, I don't know which way I'm good at this!"

The old woman left the pestle, but she was actually happy from the bottom of her heart, and after breakfast, she did not make up for sleep and went to sweep the street again.

For the next day, the pestle crawled up and down with his limp inside and out, cleaning and repairing the shack.

When the sun was almost gone, the roof of the shed was repaired, and the broken bed and table were repaired. In addition, he nailed a small bed out of old wooden planks in the courtyard.

The old woman came back from picking up the waste, looking up and down at the shack inside and out, and then at the small wooden bed, and the old mouth was so happy that she couldn't close it: "Okay, okay, it's quite clever!"

This time, the pestle became shy, and when he heard the praise of others, his face turned red: "No. ...... The first time, I won't get ......"

"Yo, you still know how to be humble, I'll just say, in fact, your kid is not really bad!"

The old woman stroked the cot and looked at the pestle with joy.

"Then I'll really live here in the future!"

"Well, yes, yes, it's just ......," the old woman nodded and sat down on the bed.

"Just what?"

The pestle was afraid that the old woman would change her hexagram, so she was anxious: "Don't look at me lame, I can help you work!"

"Well......" The old woman shook her head, her face embarrassed: "It's not because of this, you see that we, orphans and widows, are not easy to explain to the neighbors......"

Hearing this, the pestle put down his hanging heart, thought for a while and said:

"Didn't you say that...... Orphans and widows, I recognize your mother and make you a son! I will kowtow to you......"

As he spoke, he was about to turn over and kowtow.

"Hey, don't ......be like that," the old woman grabbed the pestle and got up embarrassed:

"I'm not going to be your mother, I don't mean that!"

Hearing this, the pestle was half-bent and lame and stunned, and asked puzzledly, "What? Then what are you going to do? No...... You're so old, what do you mean?"

"Hey, hey, hey, silly boy!"

The old woman covered her mouth and laughed, and for a long time she kept hunched over and said with a disgusted face:

"At my age, you don't know how to call my mother, so you can call me grandma in the future!"

"Grandma?" was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face was full of joy: "Hehe, call grandma good! Grandma is good, grandma!"

The pestle was excited and excited, calling softly in his mouth, and the long-lost warmth hit his heart.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the old woman responded happily, also with mixed feelings.

"Grandma......" As soon as the pestle grasped Grandma Liang's rough old hand, tears flowed from her eyes.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had this kind of warmth, and his mind was full of the shadow of his mother......

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry......"

Grandma Liang comforted the pestle with a trembling voice, and her old tears were cloudy, "If you are really affectionate and righteous, it would be good for our grandparents and grandchildren to have a companion halfway......"

In the shack, Grandma Liang and the old and the young wept with each other, each with mixed feelings in their hearts, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long time, the pestle stopped whimpering, wiped his tears, raised his head, looked at the old man and said affectionately:

"Grandma...... You can rest assured, I will definitely honor you!"

The words of the pestle came from the bottom of his heart and revealed his true feelings. He thinks that his grandmother is like his mother, and his mother is like his grandmother.

Grandma Liang also wiped her tears, sighed bitterly, and said slowly:

"What do I ...... I don't expect anything, but I have someone to talk to, and it's been a lifetime...... It's kind of like home!"

The old man's words were plain, but they precipitated the scars of the years. She gently patted the back of her hand twice, slowly got up, came to the door, opened the curtain and looked into the distance......

In the small courtyard, the autumn wind carried the cold, blowing the wolfberry tree in the corner.

The old stems of the tree are red and dazzling, and I can't tell whether they are lonely or warm......

In this way, the pestle has a home in a foreign land. The feeling of home is especially precious to him!

The first rotten egg of the three rotten eggs in Qingshan, Ma Zhuzi, has been lost, and he can be regarded as having a new life.

However, hundreds of miles away, Daqingshan staged a strange scene.

At night, the black body of Daqing Mountain is lifeless, deep and deep. In the dim moonlight, the empty mountains fell silent, and everything seemed to be asleep.

However, at this moment, in the thorn bushes not far from Wolong Pond, Zhang Sanmad was holding a bright razor, holding his breath and motionless.

He looked extremely alert, as if he were facing a great enemy.

A cold wind blows, and the tips of the bushes sloak and move, making an eerie whistling sound that makes people shudder.

"Grandma is big, her feet are numb......"

Zhang Sanmad moved his legs and feet cautiously and scolded in a low voice, "The mountain people still don't believe it, this black cat spirit will definitely appear!"

The night sky was cloudy, and the shadow of the moon shone in a pale glow. Zhang Sanmad's two eyes flashed green like weasels, staring at the direction of Wolong Pool.

Occasionally, the "ghostly" cries of night owls pierced through the moonlight and disappeared into the empty valley......

Sure enough, a dark shadow appeared out of nowhere in the night.

The dark shadow crept and sneaked in the cloudy moonlight, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet night.

Hmph, where do I see you running this time?

When Zhang Sanmad saw the black shadow, he suddenly perked up, sneered secretly, held the razor tightly, and got up quietly......

This season has just passed, Wolong Pond has been irrigated by mountains and rivers in the summer, and the sediment in the pond has been washed several times and is as pure as fine salt.

But for Zhang Sanmad, this is not a good mud, because the sand that is too clean is not sticky and not suitable for making a furnace at all. In addition, the pond water has not dried up at this time, and it is inconvenient to take mud.

Therefore, Zhang Sanmad was originally not interested in coming to Wolong Pool.

But since the old cripple was arrested, Zhang Sanmad has been trying to find out whether this old guy killed anyone, and why he always wandered around Wolong Pool during the time of killing.

So Zhang Sanmad began to pay attention to Wolong Pool. Then he discovered another strange thing.

That is, not only did the old man sneak to Wolong Pool at night, but there were also other people who were secretly interested in Wolong Pool, and it was not a person, but a black cat spirit!