When he came to the village, Zheng sighed and led the way, otherwise Ermao wouldn't know where to find someone.

Roads are being built around here, and a flat aisle is being built in front of each house, Zheng sighs that the timing of their arrival is not very good, just in time to start construction, some stones on the surface have been lifted, so there is more mud. In some waterlogged places, you can only step on the stones that have been placed there.

"Hey, Black Coal, when you scream, don't let me go." Ermao said.

After walking through the dirt road, the road surface was a little better, at least there was a path paved with stones and bricks, and this time Zheng Si really had to get out of his backpack to lead the way.

After walking a few steps, the paws are all sticky with mud, there is no way, no shoes to wear, this is the case, Zheng Si can't get rain boots like Ermao.

It had just rained, and this time period was not the peak time to go out, so there were few people passing by. Originally, Zheng Si was worried that those in the village who had seen him during the Chinese New Year would recognize him, but those villagers just glanced at this side and didn't pay attention anymore. Perhaps, for those villagers, there is nothing special about such a cat, and it is not a rare cat breed, native cats are everywhere, and a black cat with a strong growth is not unusual.

Sometimes you can't take yourself too seriously, this is Zheng Si's realization.

When passing by the Jiao family's old house, Zheng Si saw that the door of the house was closed, and it was estimated that the old man and the old lady had gone to the town, and they would probably wait for the roads around here to be repaired before coming back. This made Zheng Si more relieved.

After the rain, the smell of earth that rushed into the nasal cavity was, in the words of Jiao's father, the smell of actinomycetes.

Perhaps due to the influence of Ermao, when approaching the old woman's small tiled house, Zheng Si was a little nervous. Although he knew that the person Ermao was looking for was the old woman, the old woman always gave Zheng Si a very strange feeling, not as easy to fool as the old man and old lady of the Jiao family.

"Is that it?"

Ermao looked at the small country courtyard, pushed open the fence door and walked in.

No one is noisy around, therefore. Zheng Si and Ermao could both hear the sound of opera coming from the small tiled house.

Taking a deep breath, Ermao stood in front of the wooden door with a rustic style, and was about to knock, but the door opened from the inside.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl carrying a basket was startled when she saw Ermao standing in front of the door.

Ermao's first thought was: Hey, there is really Sister Lin!

This girl is good-looking. Although it's a little dark, and the dress is not as good as those children in the city, but in terms of appearance alone, it is indeed passable.

Zheng Si looked at this girl, a little familiar, she should have seen it during the Chinese New Year. But it's definitely not this one, the old woman lives alone. It's not uncommon for girls at this age to stop going to school after finishing junior high school at this age.

Without waiting for Ermao to ask, the little girl shouted into the house: "Grandma, someone is looking for you!" After saying that, she left with the basket, she just came to deliver things, and there are often people who come to find Grandma. So she thought that the person in front of her had the same purpose, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Looking at this situation, you will know that it is someone from another family, otherwise you will not run away directly when you see a guest. Ermao sighed in his heart, it was different from what he imagined, and he was still "grandma". When "Sister Lin" became disillusioned, Ermao didn't have much enthusiasm.

The tiled house is not big, the living room is clear at a glance, and there is only one bedroom. Obviously, the owner's house is in the bedroom.

Zheng Si hesitated, but still raised his feet and followed Ermao in.

There are no lights in the room, the small window behind is also closed, the light transmission is not very good, and the singing of opera on the radio dispels a lot of the depression brought by the darkness. The radio is a little old, and there are some sizzling sounds along with the opera singing, revealing a sense of oldness.

It's still the same wooden deck chair. It was still the same person lying on a chaise longue, covered with a thin blanket, looking like she was sleeping or closing her eyes, but because she was carrying the window. Ermao couldn't see the expression of the person on the recliner clearly.

The three-legged cat glanced at Ermao, and then focused on Zheng Si, who obviously recognized Zheng Si, but didn't intend to move, changed its position, and continued to sleep on the old woman's lap.

Zheng Si moved a little uncomfortably, and the atmosphere was a little strange. Neither of them spoke, only the sizzling of the radio and the unintelligible drama of what was being sung.

Ermao still thinks about what to say in the first sentence, nonsense is the first sentence of interpersonal relationships, but at this time, the situation is different, if it is usual, Ermao will casually pull out some topics, but this time he is looking for "Sister Lin", if he can't find "Sister Lin", even if he finds a peer or junior, it's okay, not to find his ancestors, multiple elders and multiple controls, Ermao has a headache for the elders in the family, all day long full of "what should you do and what you shouldn't do" or praise other people's children, and, Under the backdrop of Wang Bin, Ermao has become a "gangster" and "not a big deal" in the mouths of the elders.

If you were someone else, you would have decided to get into the main topic at this time, and after walking so far, you were driving, and you were squeezing a bus, and you finally came here on a muddy road, isn't it just to find relatives? But two cents no.

Ermao is not a good person, he has seen a lot of people who are three and nine streams when he is floating outside, and his thoughts are very different from those of others in the family.

Before he came, he decided to look at the person first and then choose whether to deny the pro, to say something unkind, in Ermao's heart, following this pendant to find someone is just an excuse to transfer his troubles, and find something to change his mood.

Zheng Si was watching Ermao and the old woman on the recliner from the side. These two guys are not simple-minded people, especially this old woman, if she has bad ears, she can't hear the little girl's shouting before and can't hear Ermao's footsteps, Zheng sighs and doesn't believe it.

Ermao's final choice of response is to respond to all changes without change, anyway, whether to admit it or not, the choice is in his own hands, not in a hurry. Without "Sister Lin", things would be boring and simple, what is there to see about the old woman! Ermao dragged a chair from the corner and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked around with a bored look.

After singing the opera on the radio, Zheng Si yawned. There was a tube of cakes wrapped in paper on the table, and Zheng Si had seen this kind of local product during the Chinese New Year. Jumping on the table, sniffing the cake, not feeling a strange smell, Zheng Si raised his paw to pull away the wrapped paper. Let these two continue to confront each other, and Lao Tzu will fill his stomach first.

Half an hour later, the old woman lying on the chaise longue moved.

Ermao was overjoyed, hehe. Old woman, you can't bear it if you're more patient with the master, right?!

The sleepy Zheng Si also looked over there.

I saw the old woman sigh softly, then propped herself up on the chaise longue, sat up slowly and with great difficulty, reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a porcelain vase. I'm older. My hand was not very steady, and my hand trembled a little when I was holding something, and I pulled the cork several times before I succeeded.

Zheng Si looked at it and trembled, for fear that the old woman would throw the porcelain bottle out of her hand if she was unstable. Moreover, Zheng Si, a bystander, watched her pull the cork, and she was in a hurry, if she went to help in the impatient morning.

Ermao is more tolerant. didn't go up to help, this guy should also know that the old man in front of him was not a simple person, so he was still in a wait-and-see state. Seeing that the old man's every move in front of him was difficult, and his hands were still shaking, Ermao frowned, but he still didn't move, and he didn't make a sound.

The old woman rubbed her eyes. Then carefully poured out a small round ball in the palm of his hand, which looked like some kind of pill, such as a quick-acting heart pill or a compound salvia dripping pill and the like, Zheng Si saw that many people had eaten it, and it looked similar to this.

When the age comes, there are many problems, and at the time of the Chinese New Year, Zheng Si still saw that she could still play the erhu quite smoothly, how did she feel like she was in her last years? But. It is very dangerous for the old man to have a slight illness, and it is understandable that his mental state has changed so much, coupled with the situation at this moment, and the rendering of the surrounding environment, he always feels depressed and desolate.

The shaking of her hands made everything a little harder, and Zheng Si watched her pour about ten of those small balls and eat them, and half-got up and took a sip of a glass of water resting on the wooden bench next to her. Then there was another long sigh.

A piece of opera was playing on the radio, and the singing was a little easier to understand than before.

"Helplessly, the flowers are falling, and the familiar swallow returns......"

There is a deep sense of helplessness and sigh in the lyrics, and the passage of time cannot be stopped. The endless years of ups and downs. This situation, this scene, coupled with the possible blood relationship, if this is an emotional person, you can directly cry with sour eyes.

Rao is Ermao also felt that he was a little too much. Isn't it that I haven't seen "Sister Lin", what are you talking about with an old man?

Boom! Gurgl Gurgle –

When the old woman put the porcelain bottle capped and was about to put it back in her pocket, her hand shook, and the porcelain bottle fell to the ground, but fortunately it was an uneven soil ground, not a cement floor, and the bottle body was estimated to be strong enough to not break.

Zheng Si tugged at his ears and looked at Ermao.

Ermao pursed his lips, but got up and walked over to pick up the porcelain bottle that rolled under the table, wiped the dust on the bottle, didn't see the text description on it, thought about it, pulled out the cork and sniffed.

Then, Ermao's face was strange and even a little distorted, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Old lady, what kind of elixir do you have in this bottle?" ”

The old woman who was lying on the recliner again spoke calmly, and said slowly: "Hua Huadan." ”

Zheng sighed: "......"

If you guess correctly, this so-called Huahuadan is that kind of casual snack!

People of the 80s generation are slightly familiar with this kind of snack, also known as "tangerine peel dan", "rat poop", etc., which are rarely seen in Chuhua City.

Zheng sighed's mood at the moment, and it was difficult for the alpaca to calm his urge to lift the table.

Paralyzed, a small broken snack is contained in such a high-end porcelain bottle! Eating a snack still makes it look so bleak!

Ermao held his stomach depressed and handed the bottle to the old woman.

After taking the bottle, the old woman also asked Ermao, "Do you want to eat?" It tastes good. ”

Eat...... Eat a fart!

Zheng Si tugged at his ears again, facing this kind of old lady, it is not a "helpless" can be described.

As if she hadn't seen Ermao's face, the old woman continued: "There is no taste in the mouth, at this age, you can earn an extra day, and it is better to eat snacks than to take medicine." Suddenly thinking of something, she raised her finger and pointed with a very generous look, "Oh, there is a carton of pure milk under the bed, if you are thirsty, you can drink it yourself, what about good brands, there are often advertisements on TV, not those parallel goods, I drink it every day." ”

Zheng Si, Ermao: "......"

No amount of idioms can describe Zheng Si and Ermao's complicated mood at the moment.

(To be continued)