Mao 18 parked the car on the side of the road and slowly lowered the window. lit a cigarette and silently looked at the old man in the square.

There was a table in front of the old man, and in front of the table were six copper coins, which were coins from the Qianlong period. The wind whined through the square holes.

The old man couldn't tell how old he was, his face was ruddy, and his eyes seemed to be open.

A large patch of white flowers with a beard swayed in the cold wind.

Occasionally, a child who was carried by his parents would pass by and put a dollar coin on the table.

The old man didn't open his eyes, nor did he say thank you, his eyes were still that virtuous.

Mao 18 got out of the car, walked in front of the old man, squatted down, and said, Old man, what are you doing here on this cold day.

The old man's eyes opened, and they were actually blazing.

You are Mao Eighteen, and the old man spoke in a loud voice.

Mao Eighteen was very different, and said, old man, you know me.

The old man shook his head, nodded again, and said, it doesn't matter if you know each other or not, it's just that I have a relationship with you in this life, so I'm waiting for you here, and you're a quarter of an hour late.

Mao 18 didn't know what the old man was talking about, so he was late, could he be playing tricks. Cheating eating and drinking.

Mao 18 said that you said that you were waiting for me here, do you know where I came from and where I am going.

The old man smiled, you came out of birth and went to death, why do you want to ask such a simple thing.

Mao was so angry that he almost vomited blood, yes, isn't everyone going from life to death, what a fucking classic.

Mao Eighteen said that why did he bother with an elderly poor old man here, he just wanted to ask for more money.

So he took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and sent them to the old man, saying, "Old man, it's more or less a thought, it's too cold, you can take it back."

The old man looked at Mao 18 and said, I didn't come for money, these things are all things outside my body, whether I live or die, I don't take them, it's useless.

Mao Eighteen smiled and said, then how can I help you, I have a house, where can you go, anyway, I am also alone.

The old man's face moved slightly, and said, "Young man, you will one day be rewarded for your kindness today."

Mao Eighteen said in his heart,, the old man will really comfort people.

Mao 18 wanted to help the old man up, but the old man said no, I can get up myself.

The old man began to clean up the table in front of him, and the small bench that sat under his buttocks.

Mao 18 said, are you going to follow me home?

The old man said, no, I'm a little hungry, you can take me to eat something.

Mao 18 said, okay, take you there, what do you like to eat.

The old man said, hot pot, add some liquor, I like it very much.

Mao 18 said, okay, you get in the car, it's done.

The old man got into the car, sat in the co-pilot's seat, and told Mao Eighteen how to go, saying that the hot pot of that house is called authentic.

Mao 18 said, listen to you, since you said yes, I will follow you once.

Mao Eighteen didn't know where he drove according to what the old man said, and he didn't seem to have been to a place before.

Mao 18 asked, saying, where is this?

The old man said, don't ask so much, it's coming.

Mao 18 stopped the car, followed the old man down, and saw a big place in front of him. It's just strange to die.

The vermilion gate, the carved windows, the scarlet carpet, the girls in gorgeous costumes, a strange and familiar one.

The old man took Mao Eighteen upstairs and came to a large room, which was warm as spring and smelled fragrant as blue and musk.

The old man ordered, and after a while, the hot pot came up, and the old man took off his torn coat and began to eat.

A jar of liquor didn't take a while to make the old man drink it all the way down.

Mao Shibai looked a little scared, and said, old man, don't drink it, you're old, if you like me, I'll bring you over every day.

The old man laughed and said, sure enough, I was not mistaken, what a generation of benevolent heroes.

Mao Eighteen Xin said, even if you eat a little of me, you won't flatter me like this.

The old man said, young man, bad luck is not it.

The old man's words made Mao 18 feel excited, because from the old man's point of view, he drove a car and was not short of money, how could he talk about bad luck.

Mao Eighteen didn't speak, just looked at the old man.

The old man said, "Do you know what your ancestors did?"

Mao 18 shook his head and said, he is not a grass farmer yet.

The old man laughed and said, ", didn't your father tell you anything?"

Mao Eighteen smiled and said, what is there to say, it is not worth mentioning.

The old man smiled and said, how do you think it is worth mentioning, is it worth mentioning a generation of monarchs?

Mao Eighteen was stunned for a moment and said, you won't say that my ancestors are a generation of monarchs, right?

The old man said, "Why don't you believe it?"

Mao Eighteen smiled and leaned back and said, old man, if you are full, go away, I will settle the bill, you don't have to feel guilty. Anyway, I have nowhere to spend my money.

The old man smiled and said, don't treat me as a begging for food, I'm here to order you, you will achieve something in the future, so you must not insult the wisdom of your ancestors.

Mao Eighteen smiled and said, Okay, I have a chance, I must have a chance, or you take me with me, I will also hold a small bench and sit next to you every day, can you see it.

The old man didn't laugh, and said, after thirty years of rough life, the giant has become a giant, look at the three-legged stand, who will compete.

The old man said that, walked away, and there was no shadow for a while.

Mao 18 hurriedly chased down from the upstairs, but he couldn't see the trace of the old man, and turned around to pay, but no one paid attention to him, and finally met a talker, only to know that the old man had given the money.

Mao 18 came out of the building, got into the car, and looked back at the barren land.

Mao Eighteen was so frightened that he felt a chill on his back, and his hair stood on end.

I had obviously eaten and drunk in it just now, but how could there be nothing in an instant, who is that old man, who is his ancestor, what a giant has been completed, and what kind of mess is this.

Mao Eighteen seemed to have fallen into a cloud and fog for a while, and he couldn't figure it out.

Are you dreaming, pinching yourself hard, it hurts, it's not a dream. But how did those things disappear in an instant?

Huzi drove around the city, but he never saw Mao Eighteen, so he called Liuzi and asked him if he saw it, and Liuzi said, I didn't see it either, and I have been looking for it.

Huzi said, where are you, I will go to look for you.

Liuzi said, I'm in front of the Walmart store, come here, I'll wait for you.

Huzi said, okay.

The sixth son was in a mess in his heart, and he said where the eldest brother had gone, and why did he disappear all of a sudden.

At this time, Liuzi's phone remembered that it was Mao 18 calling.