Wang Xiaoming saw a middle-aged man with skin comparable to black charcoal walking towards Fan Jiacheng with a smile, and the two of them talked and laughed, but they really looked like fellow countrymen.

"Let me introduce you, this is my friend, Wang Xiaoming."

"Fortunately, your name is the same as my son." After speaking, there was a burst of laughter, "Come on, go to the house, it's hot outside." ”

Wang Xiaoming walked at the back, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw a bald-headed, bare-chested, barefoot little boy rushing directly towards him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, this is my youngest son, Lou Xiaoming." Didn't the fellow compensate Wang Xiaoming, "You're not scared, are you?" ”

"Nope." Wang Xiaoming glanced at the child again, turned his head angrily, and found a stool to sit down.

Wang Xiaoming secretly observed the two, but as everyone knows, the other Xiao Ming is staring at him.

"What's your name?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't care.

"How is your face slippery?"

Wang Xiaoming pushed in disgust, the little guy stood firm and did not wrestle, looked at him and asked, "What are you pushing me for?" ”

"Let's go, don't be here."

"Ahh ”

Wang Xiaoming immediately stood up: "Your child is too squeamish, too casual, and uneducated!" ”

Just as Wang Xiaoming was about to go to the next door house one or twenty meters away to ask, a gust of wind blew, and he heard a creaking sound, and at the same time, he caught a glimpse of the door was actually unlocked.

"Grandma, I'm in." Wang Xiaoming greeted and hooked his body to walk inside, in his subconscious there was an illusion of being a thief, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw strings of green and dripping things hanging on the walls on both sides, and thought to himself, it should be the legendary wild vegetables.

Wang Xiaoming walked around the yard, breathing in the aroma of wild vegetables, and suddenly felt that he was not as hot as before, and sat down on a small wooden bench under the grape trellis.

After sitting for a while, Wang Xiaoming began to talk to himself again: "No, why doesn't the grandmother close the door when she goes out?" ”

Out of worry, Wang Xiaoming immediately stood up, walked to a window in the main house and took a few casual glances inside, the inside was cleaned up, and when he came to the back of the door, he saw that the door was just locked and not locked, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

He hesitated for a few seconds, pushed open the door, walked through the hall, walked through the seven or eight meters long walkway, and came to the backyard, and was just about to sigh when he saw the old woman lying by the well.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaoming asked softly, hearing her voice, I don't know how excited he was, in order to be able to hear clearly, he leaned down. Leaning and ears close to her mouth, she heard the key words clearly, and stood up in a flash, running faster than ever.

Wang Xiaoming accompanied the old grandmother to watch her face become more and more pale inch by inch before he breathed a sigh of relief, helped her to the hall, brought her a cup of cold white boil, and said after a few breaths:

"You scared the hell out of me."

The old grandmother coughed once or twice and smiled: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have gone to see Hades."

"Look at what you said, high blood pressure is not very serious, but you have to pay attention to how you are at home alone." Wang Xiaoming's face was gloomy.

"My wife went to visit an old friend yesterday and wanted to take me with him, but I was too lazy to move, so I sent him alone."

Wang Xiaoming laughed with him: "So that's the case." After that, he remembered his business and said, "Grandma, I still want to stay at your house for a few days, do you think?" As he spoke, he had already pulled out his wallet, and he was glad that he had thought it through and brought cash.

"Of course."

Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand and handed over the money, "I can't eat and live here for nothing, you can accept this money." ”

The old grandmother's kind face changed suddenly, she got up and stuffed all the money that was stuffed into her hand into Wang Xiaoming's clothes pocket, and said with disgust: "There are a lot of people staying in our house, and there is no time to collect money, you quickly get the money for me, don't say anything about money or not." ”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Xiaoming was happy, and he unceremoniously pushed the money back and forth, simply put it back into his wallet, and held the old man's hand is thanks.

The first night he stayed here, that is, he just slept, and as for the interior of the room, he didn't know anything about the color of the sheets and quilts. Now it was different, and he showed great excitement when he could see that the spirited old man was happy to introduce him to his home and show him around.

"Look, this is my grandson, he was so handsome when he was a child, everyone had to hug him when they saw him."

"And this one, he took it when he came on summer vacation."

"This one was taken when he came to play for the last time, hey, his grandfather and I miss him."

As soon as he talked about his grandson, the old man gushed endlessly, Wang Xiaoming stared at the photo for a long time, and then had to interrupt the old man's words.

"Is your grandson's name Huo Yunting?"

In an instant, a pin drop could be heard in the room full of memories. The old man looked at Wang Xiaoming and then at the little boy in the photo, who became sluggish because of excitement.

"Do you know my Huo Yunting? Do you know? Are you his friend? ”

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly helped her back to the hall and put the photo in her old man's hand.

"I'm friends with him, but I'm familiar with him, and he's more handsome now." Wang Xiaoming grinned, "He has now become a big star, attending various award ceremonies, and both men and women of all ages like him." It's just a little bad, he's too busy at work and doesn't have time to visit you, and he doesn't want to go, and he's embarrassed to tell you. ”

The old man listened, put his left hand on his right hand, smiled and smiled, and his eyes turned red.

"You look pretty strong, and you're going to be old this year?"

The old man gestured: "It's almost eighty." ”

Wang Xiaoming's liver trembled and swallowed: "You are really powerful." It looks like it's only sixty or seventy. ”

"You kid really knows how to say, you don't know it best!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"What's your name?"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly became shy, and turned his head sideways: "Wang Xiaoming, grandma, call me Xiaoming." ”

"Okay, Xiao Ming." The old man moved his ass out of the chair and sat opposite Wang Xiaoming, "Does Huo Yunting have any friends?" ”

"Yes, a lot. Wang Xiaoming knew that she didn't mean what she meant. ”

"I'm talking about whether he has a marriage partner, Xiao Ming?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly and reached out and grabbed his knee, "Not yet." ”

The old man sighed, "Hey—"

"Grandma, but don't worry, the marriage partner is not but he has a girlfriend!" Wang Xiaoming saw her smile and continued: "I like this girl too......"

"No, how can you look at other people's good and you like it too?"

Wang Xiaoming felt that his mouth was very cheap, and smiled: "Grandma, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that." I mean, I think she and Huo Yunting are a good match, it's just a natural pair, a pair made from the ground. ”

"Really?" The old man's eyes were full of smiles, "Tell me about it." ”

……

The two talked about Ke Muyan and Jingyu's kung fu, and the male owner of the family was walking home with a hoe. Hearing the laughter in the room, he walked to the main room, and before the hoe was lowered, he saw a young man dressed as a girl sitting in his chair.

His humming voice frightened Wang Xiaoming, if it weren't for the old man's explanation, he felt that he might be beaten.

As soon as Huo Yunting was mentioned, Wang Xiaoming found that the angry old man before had turned into a well-behaved little sheep in an instant, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how charming is this Huo Yunting.

Wang Xiaoming had heard Ke Muyan talk about his childhood before, and he only said a few words, and he knew best from beginning to end that they had always lived in the countryside, and as for this mistake, he felt that he was quite lucky.

The three of them sat together amicably, talking and laughing, and the topic was nothing more than around Huo Yunting.

Wang Xiaoming has not yet told them that the grandson they miss is actually in Fenglin Village, which is not too far from here, but the driver is going to call Ke Muyan.

As for being asked, he always turned the conversation to himself, and then to the land and the villagers.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, Wang Xiaoming did not regard himself as a guest, and he couldn't sit still, either to go to the kitchen to hang around to see if there was anything he could help, or to go under the vines to look up, bring the bench to pick grapes, and moreover, he would go to the chicken coop in the backyard to observe and observe, and take the eggs back to the kitchen when he saw them......

After dinner, Wang Xiaoming said happily to the two old men: This is the best dinner I have ever had in my life!

While walking, he finally found a chance to be alone, and at this moment, standing under a willow tree, touching the willow branch with one hand while listening to the beep of his mobile phone.

Ke Muyan: "Wang Xiaoming! What exactly do you want? Do you know to call me back now? ”

Jing Yu: "It's just that you don't know how many times we searched the place where you sent us the photo before, and we didn't ask about you at all!" ”

Wang Xiaoming let out a false sigh, glad that he was prescient, otherwise his eardrum would have been burst at this time.

Wang Xiaoming: "Don't be angry with you two first, I have exciting news to tell you." ”

Ke Muyan looked unhappy: "Wang Xiaoming, you'd better realize what mood we are in now!" ”

Wang Xiaoming: "Yes, yes, I know." I said, "I'm going to say right away, I'm staying at your grandparents' house, and they're so nice to me, and you don't know how to put all kinds of delicious food in my bowl......"

"Oh, it should be a kid playing peek-a-boo. If you want to say that the maple forest you are going to now is not very far from here, and I am going to run an errand tomorrow, and you can take you there. However, I don't know Chen Meizhi either, so you can inquire for yourself when the time comes. ”

"Okay." Fan Jiacheng said helplessly.

Wang Xiaoming's little heart was pounding, and when there was no sound, he stood up and stroked his chest. He muttered, "I'm so smart, I'm lucky to drive the car to that clearing in advance." ”

After a quarter of an hour, Fan Jiacheng and his fellow villagers were in the open space where they were digging rice, and when they saw a car parked by you, they subconsciously looked around vigilantly, and secretly pulled the sleeves of the fellows. As he walked, he whispered, "Is there anything else on the way back?" ”

"Yes."

"Well, let's go, let's hurry up."

After buying things, Fan Jiacheng was led by his fellow villagers to take another road back to his residence. As soon as he entered the door, the fellow asked him if the man who had come before had an enmity with him.

Fan Jiacheng shook his head and only said: You help me keep an eye on him when I am not there, and notify me whenever there is any movement.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming returned home, he locked himself in the room that was originally Ke Muyan.

Wang Xiaoming: "Yanyan, listen to me, Fan Jiacheng is looking for a person named Chen Meizhi, you ......"

After talking for a long time, in the end he found that there was no signal, and he was just talking to himself, so angry that he almost dropped his phone directly on the ground.