The wall is upside down, exposing the former kitchen to a whirlwind and yellow sand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the cracks of the wall that have not yet fallen, green shoots are growing tenaciously. The windows had long since been sealed from the inside, and none of them could be opened. The roof above the head has not fallen yet, and the people who live in it really have to treat the people who built the houses back then to a few meals. There were two doorways, the top one was broken, and the whole panel hung there crookedly, tearing the only remaining shaft off the door frame at any time.

"This ...... How did it become like this. ”

Ellie muttered to herself.

Before they left Nata, Roy's father had already started working as a star thief. Everyone thanked him and made this house his former home. Therefore, by the time they left Nata, the house had been uninhabited for a while, but it was well cared for by everyone. It stands to reason that the house that no one lives in only ages quickly, why did the old smoking gun live in it, but the house has become a deserted garden?

"Perhaps, the old smoker doesn't live here either? People don't know, thinking that he is still there, so no one takes care of the house? Alan said this, but he didn't believe it.

Except for the new exiles, the town was full of acquaintances, and outside it was wilderness, where could the old smoking gun find a place to live and hide from others.

The father took a deep breath and carefully pushed the door.

The door is unlocked and cannot be locked.

The floor of the hallway is covered with dust, and walking on it, one step at a time. But before the father walked them, the gray face was smooth.

Even if there are people in the house, it has been a long time since they have been out.

The father shouted the name of the old smoking gun and searched the few rooms, but all he heard was empty echoes and saw only debris all over the floor. Many of the debris was parts of various machines, the largest ones taller than a human being, the small ones smaller than a human finger, all piled up in a haphazard manner, buried by the yellow sand blowing in through the cracks in the windows.

"Looks like he's really not there." In front of the door of the innermost room, Alan looked at it and said to Lange.

But my father walked in, walked to the dilapidated iron bed, leaned over the mud-colored sheets, pulled away the steel pipes, iron rods and various rusted metal parts that I didn't know where they came from, and called softly: "Old smoking gun? Liang Ming? ”

The largest piece of clutter on the bed coughed slightly.

It turned out that it was not a clutter.

Although the dark brown shriveled skin looked no different from the rusted parts.

"You...... Here it ......."

It was dry and hoarse, as if tearing the voice of the old tree, and it reverberated in the stale air.

The father lowered his head, barely held back the surging emotions, held the hand that the old cigarette gun had raised with great difficulty, and said abruptly, "Yes." I'm coming. Old folk! You...... How did you make yourself like this! Last time I saw you, you were okay! ”

The old smoker laughed twice, sounding like pulling a worn-out bellows.

"Last time...... Twenty years. You, me, and we are all different...... It's different. ”

Lange and Söhne lowered their eyes uncomfortably.

The father closed his eyes and forced back the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Of course we're different. You have a son, and my daughter has grown up. Come here, girl. ”

Roy hurried over and greeted the old smoker sweetly.

The old smoking gun's withered head spun effortlessly toward Roy, and it seemed that a little more would tear it off his neck. So the rest of the distance can only be made up by the eyes of the old smoking gun trying to deflect towards Roy's side.

Roy was secretly surprised.

Although this man was dying, those eyes were unexpectedly full of God. It's not like fire, it's not like a knife, it's just like a steel pipe, stabbing straight through, so you can't help but retreat, otherwise you will be forced out of your heart and lungs by the not-sharp front end of the steel pipe.

The old smoker stared at Roy for two minutes before retracting his gaze.

The father thought he was just tired, and said with a smile: "How is it, is it as energetic as your son?" That's our hope. ”

"Don't talk to me about hope."

The old smoker said coldly. "Tell her to stay away from me. I don't want to see her. ”

……

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

There was a thud in the room behind him.

Someone jumped in through the window, and then before the voice came: "Hey, old man? Dead? Where did you put the No. 085 bearing? ”

Liang Chong strode over, and when he saw Lange and the others standing at the door, he stopped.

The father looked down at the old smoking gun, and found that his expression had hardened a little, and his eyes were stubborn and helpless to avoid everyone.

Over there, Liang Chong came back to his senses, opened his mouth and shouted, "...... Who let you into my house? ”

"See whose home this is." Alan said coldly.

Everyone has seen the appearance of the old smoking gun. For his son, everyone will definitely not have a good face.

Liang Chong was stunned and pointed to his father: "...... You're Luo Xiu? ”

The father's eyes were heavy, and he looked at the kid without saying a word.

The corners of Liang Chong's mouth twitched unnaturally twice, and then he laughed exaggeratedly: "Look at the old man, I said that one day someone will come to collect the house." Say, when do you want us to move out? ”

"Move out? Where are you going to move? Your dad is sick like this, do you want him to die?! ”

The more Alan talked, the more angry he became, and he wanted to punch people. Lange and Ellie hurriedly stopped him.

Liang Chong took two small steps back and sneered. "It's as if if if we don't move, he'll live two more days. Besides, it's not me who came to collect the house. Hey old man, where the hell are the parts? And cryoliquid, I remember you picked up a bottle, where did you hide it?! I always cooled my engine with water. ”

"We're not going to leave your house. It's the property of the town, not my own. The father said lightly, "But won't you stay?" ”

For your father's sake, paralyzed in bed, for the sake of not having a day or a day?

Liang Chong sneered, and turned his head to the side, no matter whose father it was, he didn't look at it.

Just before Roy's father wanted to say something and save the bear child, the old smoker suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, cryolic...... Under the floor of the East House. Bearings are ...... Heap next to it. You go find it yourself...... Let's go find it......."

Liang Chong's mouth hooked up a triumphant taunt, took the cryofluid, found the bearing, and then hummed a pop song that had been outdated for at least ten years, and left the room through the main entrance, not even bothering to go back to his father's bedroom to swing around.

"What character!"

Alan scolded under his breath.

Ellie shook her head disapprovingly. Alan glared at her, but kept his mouth shut.

Father looked coldly in the direction of the gate, as if his vision could penetrate the wall. Then he asked the old man, "Is there anything we can do to help you?" (To be continued.) )