Chapter 17: The Late Night Teahouse

After the strange child ran away, Xiao Fan stood under the tree for a long time before taking out a flashlight from his luggage. It seems that the preparation is still very necessary, so take precautions.

After calming down, Xiao Fan twisted the switch. A beam of light probed its way ahead, illuminating the landscape within ten meters. Xiao Fan began to walk slowly by the light of the flashlight.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Xiao Fan to find someone, and he found that he had made a detour back to the location of the village entrance again, although he couldn't see the stone bridge in front of him clearly in the dark, but he was sure that the bridge was there. There is nothing wrong with the road.

Unexpectedly, there was a lantern hanging under the door of one house, an orange lantern, a bit retro, with a little cold halo around the lantern. In the middle of the lantern is written a word: Tea!

I didn't expect that in such a remote place, there are still tea shops. It's really a bit ancient, Xiao Fan walked towards the teahouse, the name of this place should be called the teahouse. Xiao Fan wanted to ask if this teahouse had a lodging function. Although there must be one in the town, it's not easy to rush there now.

Although the lantern under the eaves of the teahouse is hung, the door of the teahouse is closed, and the vermilion wooden door is also hollowed out.

Xiao Fan approached, then knocked on the door.

Knock knock!

After a pause, Xiao Fan knocked again.

Knock knock!

Is there no one?

Never mind.

Xiao Fan was about to retreat when the door creaked open, it was an old uncle, his hair was slightly gray, and his beard was too. But the eyes are very clear.

The uncle was wearing a coat and his back was a little hunched, he looked up at the person in front of him, and felt a little surprised, Xiao Fan saw it in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm ...... Come and travel. Are there hostels available here? Originally, Xiao Fan planned to say that he was here to visit relatives, but after thinking about it, it seems that he didn't know anyone here. It's not good if it is debunked, after all, there are not many people in this village, and it will be embarrassing if you are asked. Maybe they will be swept away as someone with unknown origins and bad intentions.

Xiao Fan really had no excuse, so he could only pull out this lie. Let's be honest, ghosts will travel to this village! This place is really not special.

Sure enough, the uncle replied: "Tourist ......" obviously felt abnormal and absurd about Xiao Fan's behavior, is this the location of tourism? It's just a run-down village. Really, young people nowadays, their thoughts are really weird. If it sounds good, it's called a maverick, and if it doesn't sound good, it means that there are some nerve problems.

Xiao Fan didn't know how to explain, so he simply didn't explain, Xiao Fan lowered his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Come in." The uncle gave way to a vacancy, and Xiao Fan raised his legs and stepped in. Then the uncle tied the deadbolt again.

There was still light in the teahouse, although it was not brightly lit, and the whole lobby was thirty square meters, with four tables, and four light bulbs hanging from the beams, glowing with dim daylight. There was no one in the teahouse, and there were two tables with several old men, some wearing hats and some reading glasses. There were teacups on the table, peanuts, and bridge. And at this moment, the old men all began to look at Xiao Fan in unison.

The uncle, who was supposed to be the owner of this shop, said to the curious old men: "The new young man said that he came here to travel." ”

The old men also immediately cast incredible glances, as if they had discovered a rare thing, and several old men began to talk to each other.

The uncle and boss walked in front, and Xiao Fan followed.

They turned to a dark corner, and the uncle pointed his finger at the top of the black one, which seemed to be a corridor.

"Well, there's a room up there, I'll help you clean up and live in."

Xiao Fan was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, thank you so much." It's really good. ”

"Would you like to have a sip of tea first?" The boss said.

Xiao Fan nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Then you rest on the table first, and I'll make you tea."

Xiao Fan thanked again, and then came to the tea table, found an empty table to sit down, and put his luggage on the ground.

The chair is a bench, very narrow, and Xiao Fan doesn't care about that.

The tea is brewed in a moment, it is really brewed directly, the tea leaves are thrown in, and then the boiling water bottle is lifted, and then boiled water is poured into it, the lid is closed, and the tea leaves are waiting.

The boss put the teacup filled with boiling water on the table in front of Xiao Fan. "Slow down."

"Thank you."

The boss turned his head again, "Do you want peanuts or melon seeds?" ”

Xiao Fan saw a cabinet set up in the corner of the wall in front of him, with bags of snacks piled up on it.

"Well, then bring me a bag of peanuts." Xiao Fan said.

The old men began to look at Xiao Fanlai again, and they were whispering something again. Xiao Fan wanted to talk to him, but finally dismissed the idea. That's all they were talking about. It's just curiosity about outsiders.

Quietly waiting for the tea to brew, Xiao Fan peeled peanuts while taking out his mobile phone, checking some information, and browsing Weibo.

I don't know how long it took for a voice to break the silence.

"Hey!"

Xiao Fan raised his head and turned his head away. "Are you calling me? Gentlemen. ”

"Young man, what are you doing here?" An old man with a gray stubble asked about Xiao Fan.

They still can't sit idle after all.

Putting down the phone, he hesitated, to be honest, Xiao Fan didn't know where to start. That's a hard question to answer.

"Well, well, I have a friend who used to be here, and he hasn't been back here for many years, but he doesn't have time to come back here because of some things, so he asked me to go back to his hometown to have a look." Xiao Fan beat the drum in his heart, I don't know if I can hide it from the past!?

"Oh, what's your friend's name? Are you coming back to see what? The old man pushed his reading glasses upward, staring at Xiao Fan with a pair of eyes.

"......" Xiao Fan was suddenly a little speechless, and there was a hint of anxiety on his face, these old men really broke the casserole and asked in the end, they really had nothing to do.

"It's like the wind. My friend's name is Xia Rufeng, I don't know if you have heard of it? After saying this, a trace of sadness floated across Xiao Fan's face, they probably didn't know that the person with this name was no longer alive.

"Like the wind?" Several old men began to exchange ears, "Have you heard of this name?" ”

"Like the wind...... The surname is Xia, and Xia is like the wind...... Is there a surname Xia in our village? ”

"Like, no. There are many people in our village with the surname Wang. ”

"Ah, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"More than ten years ago, there seemed to be a family in our village with the surname Xia Lai."

"Eh......"

"It's like his kid is called, oh, yes, yes, it's like the wind, yes, it's really them!"

"Well, I seem to remember what you said, and it seems that there is indeed such a family. I've dealt with them. ”

"Then I moved out somehow."