The hunchbacked old man was a little confused at first.

His subconscious must have noticed something strange about his body, otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to know the answer from my mouth at the beginning.

Want to know.

Whether he is alive or dead.

It should have been seen from his appearance in Ye Siming, otherwise he wouldn't have said that obsession too much.

This hunchbacked old man turned out to be a handicraft in the hands of others.

Seriously, the shock it brought to me was stronger than the previous appearance of forty-nine paper beauties at once.

I couldn't think about it, I subconsciously decided that this hunchbacked old man was a paper tier, that everything came from his hands, and that as long as he was destroyed, everything would have come to an end.

But now he is standing in front of me, and he has become a paper man.

I can't believe it, the hunchbacked old man himself is the same, because in his cognition and techniques, it is impossible for the paper figure to have a memory.

He simply gave the paper man the ability to act.

"Why do I have a part of my memory, am I really dead and who pierced me out?" The hunchbacked old man muttered, his eyes showing disbelief and disbelief.

But gradually he seemed to recognize this fact.

His eyes grew old and confused.

The hunchbacked old man whispered for a long time, then looked up at me, as if he remembered something, "Yes, yes, I remember something, my name is Liu Changqing, and I am a craftsman in Qingshan Village, Wanjiang Town, I don't know the craft of paper at all." ”

One point here is why Ye Siming suddenly disappeared three times and twice during this period of time, in fact, he secretly found out a lot of details.

Including this hunchbacked old man.

He was originally a villager in Qingshan Village, and originally had a wife who grew up as a childhood sweetheart, although his wife could not have children and no daughters, but he did not dislike it.

The two had been dependent on each other for more than 20 years, but his wife fell into the river and died, and was later buried by him next to Liutang.

His ancestors had the craft of a craftsman, but when he was forty or fifty years old, he relied on this craft to make a living, weaving some bamboo baskets and bamboo flowers.

Every time I go out, I put the handicrafts on the tricycle, and then push the cart to Wanjiang Town to sell, and when I come back, I often sit next to the lonely grave in Liutang, and sit for a long time.

Later, an epidemic occurred in Qingshan Village.

The whole village had moved away, except for the old man, who was already old, still weaving one bamboo basket after another, and when he came back from the town, he sat alone by the lonely grave in Liutang.

He doesn't speak.

Trembling in the afterglow of the setting sun, he stood up, looked back at the lonely grave overgrown with weeds, bent his waist, pushed the squeaky dilapidated tricycle, and gradually drifted away.

Only the slanting sunset stretched his shadow for a long, long time.

……

The hunchbacked old man was really dead, but he didn't know how, and then the dead soul was integrated into the body of the paper man, and I don't know how to give him some memories.

After all, he himself is now a paper man.

Even if he couldn't accept it, but now it was the case, this body was pierced by someone else, and he was just a puppet.

When the hunchbacked old man said this, he was suddenly stunned and repeated, "Chen Liujin, Ye Lihua"

Then he stood up straight violently like a corpse, and shouted to the sky, "Old Dog Chen, you hurt me so badly!" ”

Chen Liujin is my grandfather.

Ye Lihua, is my grandmother.