The former Blue Star City was the landing place of the original immigration ship.

But nearly 400 years have turned everything beyond recognition, and the wreckage of the migrant ship that once stood near the State Department has disappeared, and the surrounding dense forests have disappeared, replaced by steel and cement......

The next day, early in the morning.

With a steady drizzle, Fang Yan walked alone on the outskirts of the city, or more appropriately, in a barren countryside, with only a few dilapidated houses and dense weeds as far as the eye could see......

Fu Fang and He Bin were sent out in the morning to investigate the current situation of Blue Star, as well as the surrounding environment, building structure, and escape route of the 'Red Fang Hotel', where the meeting place would follow, to prevent any accidents.

As for whether the two of them will be found or something else, Fang Yan is not worried, He Bin can also be regarded as an old Jianghu, although Fu Fang is young and a little unsophisticated, that is, he has a high IQ and low emotional intelligence, but He Bin looks at it, and there is no big problem.

As for the rest, wouldn't it be more in line with the identity of the moon elder hidden under the dialect to give the two people a little alone time and get to know each other?

The surrounding forest began to thicken, between the dense grass, and the former stone road could be faintly seen, the sunlight fell from the gap in the forest next to it, dotted with a few spots, and the surrounding birds and insects should be in the drizzle, but it added a bit of extraordinary seclusion.

It used to be a cemetery, but now it's more like a mass grave......

And this is also the news I heard from He Bin's mouth, this original national cemetery is located on a mountain east of Lanxing City, but it was later affected by the war, resulting in the former cemetery becoming a wasteland, and after the founding of the Qin State, there was no idea to restore and govern.

His heart began to become heavy, and Fang Yan separated the branch next to him with his hand, and walked along the path that became clearer and clearer.

The inaccessibility does not really mean that no one comes, but there are few people coming, but as long as someone walks, this road will slowly come.

The surrounding trees slowly thinned out, and a hut suddenly appeared in the eyes of the dialect, broken, as if a gust of wind and rain could blow it down.

The cemetery not far away can already faintly see a corner, broken tombstones, but there are a few bouquets of wildflowers in front of each tomb, showing the last charm under the moisture of the spring rain, and the surroundings seem exceptionally clean, as if someone is cleaning frequently.

Walking a few steps forward, looking at the closed door, Fang Yan stepped forward and tapped lightly, and after a crisp sound, he shook his head and walked towards the cemetery.

The erosion of time and rain has blurred the words on the tombstones, and the photos above do not show what they look like in front of them......

"Hey, young man, what are you looking for?"

Suddenly turning his head, Fang Yan looked at an old man who stood up from the graveyard, subconsciously clenched his hand slightly loosened, and shouted, "Old man, what are you doing?" ”

"Answer my question first, ahem! Cough! The old man preached like an old pedant, then covered his mouth and coughed twice, patted his back, bent over, and finally let Fang Yan see what the old man was holding in his hand.

A scythe, a small hoe.

If it weren't for the same rubber boots he had seen in the hut before, Fang Yan might have thought that this old man was a promiscuity, but now, he had become solemn.

"Old man, I'm here to find a friend!" The tongue replied respectfully.

"Go, go, go, where is your friend here! Ahem, ahem, lad, stay away, don't disturb them. The old man coughed twice more as he spoke, and he hammered his waist again, and his tone of voice slowed down, as if he was really worried about disturbing the people who were already asleep.

"Old man, slow down, I'll go!" Fang Yan replied softly, bowed slightly respectfully, and then took a step to exit the cemetery, then looked at the small house, thought about it, or stood next to it, waiting quietly in the drizzle.

No matter what time it is, the old man who sticks to it will always be respected......

……

"Young man, why haven't you left yet?" Looking at the dialect waiting quietly, the old man put the work in his hand next to the door of the house, turned his head and glanced at it suspiciously, took out the key and said to himself, "Although I am old, I still have a hoe and a good one for those who have crooked thoughts." ”

"Old man, you misunderstood." Fang Yan said, "I just have something I want to ask you about. ”

"Ask what, I'm so old, I'm confused, I can't ask anything." The old man smiled, hammered his waist with his hand, pushed open the door and walked in, "First of all, I don't have to eat." ”

Smiling, Fang Yan followed in, looking at the simple interior decoration of the house, and the kohlrabi that had been cooked next to it, looking at the old man in front of him who was hanging on the wall in his raincoat, and asked again and again, "Old man, your children?" ”

"Nope." The old man replied, turned around and poured two glasses of water from the hot water kettle next to him, took one and put it on the table, "On a rainy day, drink some hot water." ”

The mottled wooden table has been cracked in many places, the top wood has been powdered, and the water cup is just a simple iron cup, which looks unusually shabby, but the dialect still maintains a smile on his face, which is the greatest respect for a stickler.

"Young man, what are you doing in the cemetery?" The old man asked as he picked up his belongings.

"Find someone!" The dialect nodded in response.

"Who are you looking for, there are only dead people here except me." The old man said with a smile, took off the clothes he was using for work, changed into a set of shabby cotton clothes, and then sat down on the chair beside him.

"Old man, maybe it's a bit presumptuous, but how long have you been here?" Dialect shifted the subject and asked.

"I can't remember how long it was, I can't even remember how old I am." The old man sighed with a smile, and just lay down on the chaise longue, looking out at the outside world from an open wooden window next to him.

Reminiscing, and seems lost......

It's quiet, it's calm, it's like a cleansing of the soul, in this silence,

Old diamond ornaments, old houses, old tools......

Also, the old ones.

"Thank you, old man."

Fang Yan opened his mouth to say a word in silence, but only to see the old man raise his hand and wave it slightly, "No thanks, no one...... Somebody has to watch them......"

It seemed to return to the usual tranquility of this room, Fang Yan held a glass of water, and then gently put it down again, looking at the old man sitting on the chaise longue, half-squinting, regardless of the ups and downs outside for decades,

Without speaking, as if afraid of disturbing the peace, Fang Yan stood up, looked at the old man and bowed deeply, then turned and walked towards the door, and gently closed the door along the way.

He knew that his friends would be fine......