Chapter 89: Nostalgia

The old courtyard house is full of people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but I don't know anyone except the fat man standing outside the door of the inner courtyard. At this time, the fat man was dressed in plain clothes, dressed in linen and filial piety.

Seeing me and He Tao appear at the door, the fat man raised his hand and waved for us to come in. But looking at the magnitude of his hand, I think he must be secretly wiping his tears.

After entering, there was no place to stay because there were too many people in the yard. The fat man arranged for us to rest in his room first. Wait until he's done greeting someone else before coming. I saw that his mood was too low now, so I nodded and asked him to go about his own work first. And tell him if he needs help, just say hello. The fat man nodded, barely squeezed out a very ugly smile, and went out.

The fat man's room was very clean and very tidy. It looks very inconsistent with the fat man's temperament that is out of tune all day long. If I hadn't known about the fat man's previous urine sex, I would definitely have thought that the fat man had been a soldier before.

The bed was placed next to the wall. On the wall next to it, there are a few pictures at the head of the bed. The photo is not high. Look at the position should be convenient for the owner to see after lying down.

When I got closer, those photos turned out to be Sister Qing's.

Sister Qing in the photo doesn't have the refinement she had when she first saw it. On the contrary, at first glance, it looks like a big sister next door. And one of them was taken by the sea. Maybe it's because the fat man's photography level is not good, and his fingers still block a small part of the lens when shooting. Half of the photo is black.

"I guess there aren't many photos." He Tao sat on the edge of the bed and said.

I glanced at He Tao and nodded.

For the photos of Sister Qing, it seems that there are only a few fat people. Otherwise, he wouldn't have posted such a terrible photo.

The fat man's room is quite big. There's everything in there. It looks like a separate living room. It seems that the fat man usually doesn't like to go out of the room at home. I still like to stay in my room most of the time. This is a bit of a big gap with the stinky fat man I knew.

We arrived early in the morning. We stayed in the fat man's room until the evening, and then the fat man came and called us to dinner. During this period, because of the crowd, we didn't even go out of the door of the room. The toilet is solved in the small toilet that comes with the room.

After the fat man came over and called me and He Tao again, we went to put a stick of incense in front of the old man's portrait before eating. This can be regarded as a gesture of affection.

There is no need to talk about eating or something. Because there were so many people, a few tables were set up in the courtyard, and so many people had to sit down.

Later, I asked the fat man why he didn't book a few private rooms in the hotel. The fat man said what the old man meant. It means keeping a low profile and not disturbing others. Of course, there are two more meanings to this. The first is, of course, that they don't want to disturb their neighbors. This second type naturally doesn't want people outside to know that the backbone of the family has fallen.

After eating, He Tao and I went back to the fat man's room, planning to chat for a while and get ready to go to bed. But before we could digest the meal we ate at night, the fat man had already appeared in front of us.

The fat man has already changed his filial piety clothes. In its place, it is a commonly used equipment for falling into the ground. The marching bag on his back was bulging, and it was loaded with a lot of things at first glance.

"Let's go." The fat man tilted his head at us.

I glanced at He Tao. Before we could react, the fat man stepped forward and pulled us over and was about to roll out of the window. Nagging while flipping back: "Damn, this group of people isn't over yet." Let's go, let's go. Otherwise, time is not enough. ”

I stopped rolling through the window and looked back at the fat man. The fat man asked me what I was looking at, and if I didn't leave, I should come over. I asked him what's the matter with you, the old man's future hasn't been sorted out yet, and you're leaving?

The fat man looked me in the eye and whispered something. I didn't understand, and just as I wanted to ask him, he pushed me out.

Fortunately, the windowsill is not good, and He Tao picked me up outside. Otherwise, I would have to fall to my death.

The fat man then flipped out. After looking around to see that no one was paying attention, he slipped through the back door with a wave of his hand.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked the fat man, "What the fuck you're a-oh." You haven't figured out the old man's affairs yet, why are you in such a hurry? ”

The fat man glanced back at the corner behind him, and only gasped when he was sure that no one was following. Then he showed the same cheap expression as before, and said, "Don't worry." The old man wasn't so pretentious - besides, they took care of the rest. It's okay, let's go. ”

He Tao also looked at the fat man, and just opened his mouth to ask, he was interrupted by the fat man: "Come on, don't ink." Sister Lan is alone there, and I don't know what is going on. Instead of nostalgia for a dead person, it is better to think about how to save the living. ”

Hearing the fat man say this, I snorted. The heart says you don't have nostalgia for the dead? What's going on with Sister Qing?

When I thought of this, I was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized why the fat man said that. At the same time, his nose was sore, and his whole body trembled fiercely.

The fat man saw that I didn't speak, and thought I agreed. He waved his hand to signal us to go quickly, and he caught up in a moment.

I saw that the fat man nodded, and ran forward with He Tao. After running a short distance, I glanced back at him and saw that he was on his knees, kowtowing a few times in the direction of his home. Then he got up from the ground, wiped his face, and chased after him.

In a small hotel, He Tao and I successfully got our respective equipment. After distributing their things, I realized that the fat man had fallen asleep in bed groggily without knowing when. I just wanted to wake him up, but I was stopped by He Tao.

"Let him sleep." He Tao said. "Sometimes it's only when you're asleep that you can escape something."

I nodded, reaching for a sheet and covering him.

Is it possible to escape something when you are asleep? I suddenly thought of Lan. Lan was either in a daze or dozing off when she had nothing to do. Maybe it's running away from something. Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered the scene where the fat man kowtowed in the direction of his home under the moon just now, and I couldn't help but be a little moved.

He Tao saw that something was wrong with me, so he patted me on the shoulder and signaled me not to think so much. Hurry up and go to bed, it's going to leave tomorrow.

I looked at him and nodded, reaching out to turn off the light.

In addition to being touched by others, this person is often moved by what he thinks.

(Now it's 165 receipts, four more.) It's okay in the afternoon, two thousand words. Tomorrow at six o'clock in the evening, I will make up the two collections. Thank you for your collection, Miaki. Starting tomorrow, "I" will return to that familiar place. ）