After the fat man finished speaking, the middle-aged men were immediately unwilling, and they were about to roll up their sleeves and fight the rhythm, but it seemed that without the old man's words, they didn't dare to do it, and the organizational discipline was still quite strong.

The old man still looked at the fat man with a complicated expression, and now he realized his gaffe, so he bent down and picked up the pipe that had fallen on the ground, and then took two steps forward and said, "You ......"

"What are you, such a big old man, I don't know you." The fat man pursed his lips and couldn't help but say.

I only feel that something is wrong with the development of things now, and judging from the fat man's expression, this thing really doesn't know this old man, and it's definitely not pretending not to know.

"Are you...... Han Ying brothers? No...... Impossible...... It's me who recognized the wrong person, so many years have passed, you are too similar to him, may I ask this little brother, what is your ...... with a stick" The old man looked at the fat man, and then looked at the black mallet in the fat man's hand and said.

"What do you mean, fat man, I am Liu Hanying, what's wrong, do you know Lao Tzu? No, where do we seem to have met? Anyway, I don't have any impression of the fat man. The fat man looked at the old man in front of him, frowned and thought about it, but he still didn't have any impression.

"Creation...... Look at the way you look now, you really haven't changed at all, so do you remember him? As he spoke, the old man took out a leather wallet from his pocket, which seemed to have been around for at least a long time.

After taking out the leather wallet, the old man slowly opened it, and then carefully took out a picture from it, held it up and put it in front of the eyes of me and the fat man.

I looked at the photo, it was an old yellowed photograph, at least a dozen years old, still taken with that kind of film camera, and it was a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a black hat, with a cold and resolute face, and a canvas bag diagonally across his back, and on top of the canvas bag, he was carrying a stick like a sword scabbard, wrapped in a layer of gray steps.

When the fat man saw the person in the photo, he was immediately stunned, stretched out his hand and pulled out the photo from the old man's hand, looked at the young man in the photo and said: "Brother Cao, it's him, of course I know, not only know, when I was in Inner Mongolia, if it wasn't for the fat man, I would have folded it in the tomb of Temujin, for that Temujin's hat, it's not worth it." ”

"It's really you...... Can...... What do you look like? Why hasn't it changed at all, it's been 20 years, you look at this again. The old man looked at the fat man with that shocked look and said incredulously.

After finishing speaking, I took another photo from the cowhide schoolbag, and I was happy when I saw it, isn't this a fat man!

The photo is still the kind of yellowed old photo, and there is a trace of yellow lines like urine stains on it, which is spent on the fat man's face, but it still does not affect the face of the fat man, and the fat man in the photo is almost no different from now, and he has been carrying the black mallet in his hand, a picture of a hanger Lang who should be beaten.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the photo, the fat man in the photo, it seems that he just came out of the ground, all over his body, the photo seems to be taken secretly, but you can see the fat man's face, I guess the fat man himself doesn't know that there is this photo, and it is also regarded as a lover's photo, which has been kept in the wallet for so many years.

The fat man looked at the photo in the old man's hand, and his mood began to be unstable, so he took the photo from the old man's hand, looked at it carefully, and seemed to recall something, and saw that the fat man was a little lonely now.

After sighing, the fat man returned the photo to the old man, and then said, "Old man, how can you have our picture?" ”

It can be seen from the changed title of the fat man that this old man has aroused some emotion of the fat man, and the appearance of the fat man's second ancestor has also disappeared, replaced by a rare respect, maybe to the old man, or to the little brother Cao in the photo.

The unusually fat man made me a little uncomfortable, these two people seemed to be reminiscing, and I couldn't say anything.

Although there is no rain in the carport, but the humidity is also very large, and the outside of the carport is the sound of dripping rain, but there is a different artistic conception, the old man of the Cao family, in this artistic conception to meet the fat man, but also has a different taste.

"It's a long story, I don't think this person needs to be introduced to you, you should be very familiar with it, I am his father, counting, he has also been missing for twenty years, these two photos were given to me when he went to the grave for the last time, one is his, one is yours, and said that when I meet you again one day, I will show you these two photos, and you will understand......" The old man looked at the fat man, the pipe in his hand, and trembled a little, and his mood was a kind of excitement that could not be concealed.

The fat man nodded, looked at the two photos and began to ponder, I have never seen the fat guy so serious, these two photos, for the fat man, must have extraordinary significance.

"Well, you can take the photo, I will do it as promised......" The fat man put away his own photo, and then handed the other one to the old man in front of him.

The old man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask the fat man something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed again, sighed softly, waved his hand at his side with his pipe, and walked in the direction of the stilted building.

When she was about to get out of the carport, the young woman on the left skillfully propped up a black umbrella and placed it on top of the old man's head, but she didn't mind the rain at all.

The old man didn't think there was anything wrong, but when he was about to walk out, he turned around and walked back, and this time his eyes actually fell on me.

"You're the Mao family's Xiao Jiu, right?" The old man regained his usual coldness, looked at me and said, there was no smile on his face.

When he asked me this, I could only nod and say, "Well, I'm Mao Jiuchen." ”

"You go back, we can solve the things in our own house, as for what happened under the tomb, you don't have to explain to me, good or bad things, you can't tell the difference between the tomb and the tomb." The old man looked at me and said.

People have said so in their own family, then I am also very happy, I am too lazy to care about their affairs, looking at the momentum of the five men and two women behind the old man, I know that there is no ordinary person, even the old man himself, I can't see through, until now I don't know what his name is, I have listed the people I can think of in my head, and there is no place for this old man.

If I can't figure it out, I won't think about it, anyway, it doesn't have much to do with me now, so I just nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

"Well, go back and take me to say hello to your second child." After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and walked out again with the people around him, and this time he never returned.

I wanted to say, who knows who you are, but it's embarrassing to say it, he seems to know that I know him, but I really don't recognize him.

After the few people left, I saw that something was wrong with the fat man, so I took out a cigarette at the fat man.

"Tell me, what's going on with this picture?"

(End of chapter)