Once again, the black iron bead brought the pestle into the fantasy world.

But the pestle never believed that there was such a strange thing in this world, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"After living for nineteen years, this world is getting more and more divided, no wonder the old skunk is crazy and crazy, it seems that I am almost like him!"

He muttered to himself and walked to the wall, looking at the black iron beads and bluestone, and he really couldn't figure out whether it was illusion or reality.

I saw that more than half of the black iron beads were embedded in the hard stone, and they were so tightly seared that they seemed to be naturally formed. To say that it was hit by himself with a slingshot, the pestle himself didn't believe it.

"What a lot of strength is that, today to purify his grandmother's evil sect......"

The pestle smiled bitterly and wanted to pull the beads off with his fingers, but he couldn't pull it for a long time after using his strength to feed.

"Grandma, are you still working with me, see if you can burn the steel pipe!"

The pestle was a little angry, and picked up the half of the steel pipe on the ground and went to the stone to pick it up.

After picking for a long time, the steel pipe did not happen abnormal at all, but chiseled a lot of stones, and finally the black iron beads fell to the ground with a "wheel", smashing up a ball of rustic gas.

“......”

Looking at the hard and sharp steel pipe, he felt a little regretful, reached out and grabbed the iron ball, and sighed disappointedly:

"I knew it wasn't you...... I'm destined to have no luck in this life!Alas, I'll be able to be in the company of iron slag like you......"

The pestle sighed and came back to his senses, only then did he remember that his grandmother was still sick, so he quickly put away the slingshot and iron beads and went to find his grandmother.

Bai Lu and a few old neighbors had already helped Grandma Liang into the shack. Fortunately, the old man had woken up, but he kept coughing.

When she got better, the old neighbors dispersed, and Bai Lu rubbed her chest and back while asking the cause of the incident.

But Grandma Liang closed her lips tightly and just didn't say anything. Bai Lu had no choice but to turn her face to stare at the pestle and ask coldly: "You must know, you say, is it you who caused the trouble?"

"Uh, this ......"

The pestle was grizzled and spitting, while Fang Bailu stared at him, Grandma Liang glared at him.

Just as the pestle was in a dilemma, there was a sudden sound of the door opening outside the shack, and then two gray-clothed men came in with the curtain.

The two of them, one tall and one short, were in their thirties, with serious faces.

"Hey, who are you looking for?" Bai Lu thought that Zhu Wuneng had brought reinforcements, so he got up and asked vigilantly.

"Looking for you!" the person replied coldly, and then took out his work card from his bosom and showed that it was a policeman.

"Looking for me?"

Bai Lu was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicable, could it be that someone called the police in the fight just now? No, could it be that knee broke Zhu Wuneng......

Grandma Liang on the bed was also inexplicable, coughing anxiously.

But the pestle vaguely felt that things were not so simple, and he had a long-lost familiarity with the two policemen in front of him, a familiarity with fear.

Sure enough, the two policemen spoke: "Tian Tiantian, still pretending to be right, come with us!"

"What, I'm not sweet, you recognize the wrong person, right?"

Bai Lu looked at the two of them suspiciously, and at the same time turned his head to stare at the pestle, and asked, "You also thought I was sweet and sweet, what is going on?"

"Uh......"

The pestle was silent, he used to expect Fang Bailu to admit that he was sweet, but now he was really afraid that she was sweet.

At this time, the police urged: "Let's go, it's useless to rub it!"

Bai Lu glanced at the two policemen and asked rhetorically, "Why do you think that I am Tian Tiantian, do you have any evidence?"

The short policeman smiled coldly: "Hehe, evidence? Your skin is too standard, people can recognize it everywhere, you call it bringing your own evidence!"

The tall policeman reached out and patted the handcuffs on his waist: "What, do you still want to toast and not eat and drink, do you have to bring handcuffs to go?"

Seeing this, Grandma Liang on the bed tried to hold back her cough and begged the police:

"The police go with me, my girl is a good boy, please spare him! That Zhu Wu can be beaten, it's all blame me and the pestle for going to the night market without her, it's all blame on me......"

Bai Lu saw that her grandmother was in a hurry, afraid that she would have three more longs and two shorts, so she hurriedly comforted:

"Grandma, they must have recognized the wrong person. I'll just go with them, and besides, I haven't done anything illegal, don't worry, I'll go back!"

After Bai Lu finished speaking, she quietly gave the pestle a look, and said in a low voice: "Go to Fangjiayan to find my father, he should be back soon......"

Bai Lu wanted to say something, but the police shook her handcuffs in front of her eyes and threatened: "If you don't leave, I really put it on for you!"

Bai Lu had no choice but to go out with them......

"Girl...... cough cough ......"

Grandma Liang coughed violently on the bed and almost turned her back on her breath, she brackered herself and beckoned to the pistle: "Quick, go to Fangjiayan to find Fang Tianlai......

"Oh, but you ......," the pestle hurriedly agreed, but he was not at ease with the old man, and he was in a dilemma.

Grandma Liang was in a hurry, grabbed a broom pimple from the head of the bed and threw it out, and shouted vigorously: "If you delay things any longer, I will die for you!"

"Don't, I'll go ......"

The pestle was really afraid that her grandmother would be angry, so she gritted her teeth and walked out of the shack. There happened to be a two-wheeled little white pigeon bicycle outside the door, and there was a packet of medicine hanging on the handlebar, which was white.

He put the medicine in the courtyard, stepped on the little white pigeon and hurried out of the alley, went out of Anliang Street, bypassed the railway station, crossed several railway bridges, and headed south to Fangjiayan.

The pestle came to the provincial capital, and this was the first time he went out of the city. The roads on the outskirts of the city are neatly planned and clean, and they are much more beautiful than those old streets in the city.

But he didn't want to enjoy the scenery, so he rode all the way and saw a whole industrial park in front of him. The high-rise buildings and brand-new factories and workshops are not like going out of the city at all, but like entering a new city.

This industrial park is very large, and the straight and wide road runs through the north and south of the park, and it takes a long time to ride through it.

After walking for a long time, a tall arch across the highway appeared in front of me, which read: Welcome to Fangjiayan Village!

The pestle stopped the car and looked up: "Huo, this is Fangjiayan!"

When he drove through the arch, he was even more stunned by the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this also a village?"

From childhood to adulthood, the villages in his mind are like Qingshan Village and Gouzi Village, and they are not called villages other than that. But the Fangjiayan Village in front of him is really beyond his imagination.

In front of you is an extremely well-planned village, with clean streets and exquisite greenery. What's even more incredible is that every house here is a two-storey building in blue and blue, which is brand new and chic, and has a modern atmosphere.

It's more of a villa area than a village.

"Well, you shouldn't have gone to the wrong place, right?"

The pestle was a little confused, and it felt like it had crossed over. However, he didn't have time to think about this, and hurried into the village to inquire about Fang Bailu's home.

Finally, under the guidance of the kind-hearted villagers, I found the door of the house, which is also a small white building, with bright windows and clean walls, and it is spotless.

A small courtyard in front of the building, a variety of osmanthus flowers in the flower bed outside the courtyard gate, the branches are still scattered with golden flowers, and the fragrance is bursting. However, the vermilion paint gate was tightly closed and locked with iron.

When the neighbor saw that the pestle was riding Bai Lu's bicycle, he enthusiastically asked, "You are Bai Lu's friend, right? This kid is a warm-hearted person, and he went into the city early in the morning!

"Uh, no, she asked me to come to her dad!"

"Looking for her father? Why is this girl also playing tricks, her father has been away from home for many days, and the world is all over the world!"

"Uh......"

The pestle didn't expect such a result, and suddenly hung his head like a deflated ball. In desperation, the only way to return to the shack and recalculate with grandma was to recalculate.

He rode listlessly along the way, his mind was full of paste, and he really couldn't think of any idea.

Before I knew it, I drove past the industrial park, crossed several railway bridges, and by the time I got back to the streets of On Leung Street, it was almost noon.

The pestle stopped the car and looked in with a sad face, the long street could not be seen at a glance, people came and went, although it was lively and prosperous, it really could not be compared with the neatness and tranquility of Fangjiayan.

"Alas, I can't find his father, what can I do......"

Standing on the street with his shoulders slumped, lonely and helpless, he was in great distress.