Just when my grandfather was angry at me, a woman in a cheongsam walked in, and I knew she was Yan Qiuhe.

The abscesses and pimples on Yan Qiuhe's face have all disappeared, and he has delicate facial features on this smooth-skinned face. Although she is in her 30s, but

It still has a charming beauty.

"Third Master Wu, I have heard all your words, don't blame Wu Lu for this matter." Yan Qiuhe interceded for me.

Grandpa sighed and said, "Qiuhe, Wu Lu is still young, some things are not right, you have to take care of it." ”

"What are you talking about, if it weren't for Wu Lu, my illness wouldn't have gotten better. I should have thanked him, but unfortunately I have nothing to repay. Yan Qiuhe spoke, and took out something from his bag: "This is the radio that my father left before he died, and it may be worth a few dollars, which is a little bit of my heart." ”

The radio looks very old, it must have been decades old, and it would be perfect for grandpa.

However, I didn't plan to take this radio, after all, it was a relic left by her father, how could I ask for it?

"Miss Yan, I am happy to see you get better. As for this radio, you better take it back. "I said?

Yan Qiuhe asked me, "Do you dislike this thing?" ”

"No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean that. You should treasure the radio that your father left you, so how can you give it to me? I hurriedly explained.

Yan Qiuhe said: "If my father knew that you were helping me, he would have agreed to me doing this." ”

Grandpa looked at me and said, "Since this is a piece of Qiuhe's heart, you can accept it." ”

I knew I couldn't shirk it, so I had to take the radio: "Thank you, I'll keep it." ”

Before leaving, Yan Qiuhe took off his cheongsam. Looking at the radiant look on her face, I knew she had regained her confidence in life.

Killing people is much harder than saving people, I saved Yan Qiuhe, this incomprehensible sense of accomplishment spread in my heart, and it may be the most meaningful thing I have done since I returned home.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and I plan to return to the county seat in two days. If that guy from the Evil Moon Society wants to deal with me, he will definitely follow me all the time, so as not to make the village uneasy.

In the evening, fireworks were set off again, and children were running around the village with lanterns.

I turned on the radio to see if it worked, but there was a creaking sound coming from inside.

"Grandpa, is this radio broken?" I patted it, and the sound inside stopped abruptly.

Grandpa smoked a dry cigarette and said, "This radio has been around for 40 years, so it's not surprising that it's broken." ”

I was going to turn off the radio, but then there was a cry on the radio, and it was a man's cry, crying very sadly, and the voice was a little rough.

"What kind of channel is this, why do people cry during the holidays?" I wondered.

I only heard the man on the radio choking up and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

My grandfather and I couldn't help but glance at each other, my grandfather's face was ugly, I guess he could already hear it, this voice was clearly Cao Dabao's.

Of course, it's not surprising that people with the same voices are everywhere in the world. It's just that Cao Dabao's voice is very characteristic in the village, and that kind of low and thick voice is very consistent with his tall and strong image.

"Turn off the radio." Grandpa said.

I turned off the radio, thinking to myself that such a festive festival and listening to such a crying show would be really stunning.