The old man raised his foot and kicked it over, just in the arms of Lao Tzu, and the pain was really painful.

"You...... What are you doing!" I asked, gritting my teeth.

The old man played a beautiful cigarette stick, and took a puff of cigarette: "I don't know what shit luck you kid has, this can be caught up by you, how many people want to meet it, but you can meet it when you go out at will, what should I say about you!"

What the fuck does this have to do with kicking me.

It took me ten minutes for my pain to subside.

Holding on to the wall and slowly standing up, Lao Tzu is now on fire, if it weren't for the other party is an old man, I would definitely kick it over and ride on him and beat him hard.

"Let's go, let's eat...... Said at the dinner table. The old man said to me with a cigarette stick.

Compared with the before and after, outsiders who don't know still think that I am his grandson, and I have to lower my eyebrows and ears after being beaten by him.

Holding back my anger, I left the home remedies with him and came to the dinner table.

When the old woman saw that I hadn't left yet, she immediately raised her eyebrows and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you leave!

"He got Zizhu and I need him. The old man replied indifferently.

"What? He, he, he got Zizhu? You said he got Zizhu?" the old woman looked incredulous, her hands stopped serving the rice, and she looked at me in shock.

Make Lao Tzu like a national treasure, damn it!

"Young man, sit down to eat first, and I will explain it one by one, old man, in a while. The old man diǎndiǎn headed, picked up the rice bowl and ate by himself.

I frowned, what the fuck the fuck!

……

After three rounds of meals, my stomach was also seven points full, and the food was very rich, with vegetables and seafood, as well as delicious radish soup.

The radish is pickled, very salty, very salty.

Pork is specially minced and kneaded into meatballs, which are boiled with chopped pickled radishes with little salt and only boiled.

This practice is very common in the southern Fujian region, my aunt and my mother both know that I like to drink this kind of soup, and when the three are not five, they will ■dǐng■diǎn■小■ say, .$.→os_ (); Cook once. (Eat it every day, it will be greasy!

"Phew!"

When the dishes and chopsticks fell on the table, the old man put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, cleared his throat, and said, "Young man, I need your help with something, old man." ”

As the saying goes, taking people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths.

"If there's anything you need help with, just let me know. "I don't care!

"Okay, the young man is really heroic. ”

Hero, your brother-in-law, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and this meal can only be regarded as offsetting.

……

In the dissatisfied eyes of his mother-in-law, the old man lit the cigarette stick and sighed quietly, suddenly making Lao Tzu feel as if he had aged dozens of years again, and was about to rush into the ground.

"Decades ago, my wife and I went missing our only son, just because I brought a stranger, a beggar, to the house, and the quality of life was generally poor, and every family could be called a 'rich family' if they could eat three meals a meal!"

The beggar at that time, when I went into the house to get a few steamed buns to give him, turned around and disappeared, and then my wife's shouts came from inside the house...... The child was gone, and my wife told me that he had seen a beggar in tattered clothes leave with our only son in his arms. ”

When the old man said this, he wiped away his old tears, which made me feel quite sad, and the old woman seemed to recall the past, and choked up a few times sadly, but she didn't scold.

"Since then, I've been looking for my son for decades, and I've never heard from him. The old man took a sip of soup and sighed.

I frowned, decades ago, the child was taken away by a beggar?

These three questions have bothered me, why do we have to insist on finding our son for decades? Even if we do find it by then, do we still know each other? Is the relationship between parents and children still there?

It's impossible!

I asked, "Then you didn't chase it out at the time?"

I felt like I had asked a stupid question, how could my son not chase him out if he lost it, something must have happened.

"I can't find it, chase it out, the person is gone, as if it has disappeared out of thin air, I can't find it...... I learned one thing later. The old man looked embarrassed.

Oh? Got something? (Mi Mi is also curious about what is going on.) )

"The caretaker of the spirit house has appeared, and he is looking for the next generation of caretakers, and it must be a baby, and the day is less than three months old, which meets this requirement. ”

Damn, the more you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes, and the more you talk about it, the more you return to the spirit house? The caretaker? Could it be that the young man I met that night was their son?, it must have been at least thirty years since they looked embarrassed?!!

How old was that young man? about twenty years old at most...... I woke up suddenly, the young man's appearance was five points similar to the old man in front of me, no wonder Lao Tzu felt familiar, I see!

But I don't remember when I saw this old man, could it be that I came here, I saw him, I have his impression in my head, but I never remember this person, what is this?

"Grandpa, did you say that your son was taken as a caretaker, and staying in the spirit house would have some kind of benefit, such as slowing down old age?"

"You've really seen him inside, you've really seen Tianzheng, he's really inside!"

"It's five points similar to your face, especially the eyes, which are the same as you, it should be your son!"

"What?!" the old woman stood up suddenly, then covered her face and suddenly cried in pain, crying and choking up: "Old thing, we, we...... Our Tianzheng is still alive, really alive. ”

The old man diǎn diǎn head and said, "That old guy, I can ask you for one thing!"

I know what he means, if I have to go to the spiritual house once in five years to worship the so-called mother pearl, then I can only go in once.

"If I had to go once in five years, I would. By saying this, I am granting his request.

"Young man, I know you are still a little worried, then spread out your palm, in your palm is there a few black lines extending out, it will extend along the veins of your palm, every year of a variable length, continuous, along your palm until it extends to the heart...... That's when you die. The old man gave a positive answer.

I do have a diǎn in my heart that I don't believe this, but now I have to believe it.

"Should I be the only one who should go, or do I have to go with my little hair?" I asked nervously, what I was most worried about was Xiao Fan, if she also went, what if something happened down there?

"If he or she also has black veins, he or she must also go, and he must go to worship in order to be cured!" said the old man very firmly.

But there's one thing I don't quite understand, what the hell is worshipping! Worshipping a pearl of the night? You, kidding Lao Tzu again, a living human to worship a dead thing?

A dead thing that has no thoughts, no speech, no movement, wants me to worship it?

"Last question, why do you want to worship the mother pearl?

The old man shook his head, he knew very little, but there was a diǎn he was very sure, maybe it was not to worship the mother bead, but the person who held the mother bead, as for why he wanted to worship this person, I was afraid that it was like those who disappeared, and it was not so simple to worship.

In this way, those tomb robbers themselves went to rob the tomb, but they got Zizhu, and they had to go to the tomb at the same time when they wanted, and the result was that they all disappeared without a trace, that is, once I went to the tomb, there was a high chance that I would die below!

There may be zombies underneath, there may be evil ghosts, there may be an unknown terrifying creature...... It must be terrifying.

Saying goodbye to the old man, on the way back to the police station, I looked at the black veins in my palms from time to time, this is the amulet!!!

I hope Xiaofan doesn't have this strange disease!

I watched the sunset in the west, the flushed sunset sprinkled all over my body at this moment, I spread my arms and enjoyed it, maybe there will be no possibility to enjoy the warmth of the sun in five years in this life, I ...... We must cherish every day now.

ps: Written to the present, 300,000 words! Mi Li feels that the story should have a chapter, rather than the whole book is full of funny plots, humorous love xù will have, thrilling plots should not be missed, and warmth will always be there, this is the final diǎn that this book wants to show.

"My Little Girl", in the end, what I want to show is not thriller, humor, and funny...... It's a kind of sadness that I regret losing the character of Xiaofan...... If I had been able to confess to her for the last time, would it really be different?

Speaking in advance, there will be several endings, but they are all the same reason, a certain result caused by different practices, as for which one do you like?