However, Xiao Muqing's illusion, Xiao Ang also has it, probably just a coincidence, Xiao Ang said to himself in his heart.

Xiao Ang looked out the window and did not respond to Xiao Muqing's question.

There are some things that need to be kept in the bottom of your heart.

Half an hour later, the bus stopped at the Peachtree Village stop.

Xiao Ang and Xiao Muqing walked off the bus together.

After getting out of the car, Xiao Muqing looked around.

Compared with the urban area, it is a little old, and the alleys and alleys are very old.

Xiao Muqing has never been here......

"Where is this?" Xiao Muqing put on her schoolbag and looked left and right with her little head.

"Take you to eat the best noodles in the world." Xiao Ang smiled at Xiao Muqing with his back to the sun, stretched out his hand and pulled her ponytail, "Let's go......"

Xiao Muqing followed Xiao Ang all the way down an old street.

Came to the end and turned a corner.

Xiao Muqing raised her eyes and saw that there was a noodle stall next to the stone brick wall.

An old man with kind eyebrows and gray hair was bending over, kneading dough next to the noodle stall, and the water in the cauldron next to him kept boiling and tumbling, and the white smoke that rose made the old man sweat.

It was 10 o'clock in the morning, and at this time, there were only one or two guests at one or two tables of a dozen or so low tables.

Xiao Ang walked quickly to the noodle stall, "Grandpa! ”

Xiao Muqing followed closely behind Xiao Ang.

The old man raised his head and saw that it was Xiao Ang, and his wrinkled face immediately laughed, "Shi'er is back, sit down, grandpa will make you a bowl of noodles, my Shi'er is back, okay......"

The old man's voice has the same kind and old voice as the elderly, but it sounds very kind and heartwarming.

"Hello grandpa!" Xiao Muqing nodded very politely at the old man.

Only then did the old man notice Xiao Muqing behind Xiao Ang, he paused and raised his head.

Xiao Ang pulled Xiao Muqing to the front of the noodle stall, "Grandpa, this is my classmate in the new class, Xiao Muqing." ”

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Muqing seriously, and then there was a look of surprise and surprise on his face, and the hand kneading the dough suddenly stopped.

The old man's appearance frightened Xiao Muqing so much that he didn't dare to move, and turned his head to look at Xiao Ang.

"What's wrong, grandpa?" Xiao Ang also looked at Xiao Muqing and looked at his grandfather.

Grandpa knows Xiao Muqing?

Only then did the old man put away the shock on his face and smiled kindly, "Same ...... Classmates...... Okay, okay, good boy, go sit down, grandpa will make noodles for you to eat......"

Xiao Muqing nodded obediently, "Thank you, grandpa......"

Then he sat down with Xiao Ang on a chair at a low table not far away.

While kneading the dough, the old man whispered, "Providence, providence ......."

Xiao Muqing sat there, looking at Xiao Ang's grandfather, who kneading his face, pulled his sleeve to reveal a section of his arm, and there was a deep scar on that arm, which looked particularly terrifying......

"Owl ......"

Xiao Ang opened a bottle of soda and pushed it in front of her, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Muqing took the soda, approached Xiao Ang, and asked in a low voice, "Did grandpa mix the rivers and lakes when he was young?" Isn't it a Taoist person? I see he seems to have a wound on his arm and some tattoos, which is kind of cool......"

Xiao Ang raised his head, took a sip of soda, his eyes swept over his grandfather, and then the corners of his lips hooked and looked at Xiao Muqing, "Have you seen too much......"

"Hehe...... "Xiao Muqing thinks about it, so why gossip? He smiled, put away all his curiosity, picked up the soda and drank it.