The old man sat down in front of me and said to me, "I was sleeping well, and I fell asleep, but suddenly I heard you shouting, and then there was a chaotic sound in your room, and I thought I had attracted a thief, so I immediately came to your room, and as soon as I came to see that you were in bed like a psychopath."

Dancing and making a fuss, and muttering something in my mouth, looking like that, it seems that I am trapped in my own dream and can't extricate myself, I feel that it will be too late to save you, so I pounced on you and suppressed you, but I am your opponent, as soon as I lay down, I kicked down by you, and then you were

Like crazy, I grabbed my neck, screamed and pinched, I was afraid that you would make a mistake, so I quickly went up and pulled, but you grabbed it too hard, and used a lot of force, so I couldn't stop you at all, so I had to give you a slap hard, fortunately, this slap woke you up. ”

The old man comforted me a few more words, and went to the kitchen to get busy, and he said that it had been several hours, and that I should be hungry, and that he should make me something to suppress the shock, and for the first time I had heard that eating could still be suppressed.

Looking back, no, how could it be hours?

I looked at my watch, startled me, it turned out that it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, I slept for more than six hours, I rubbed my face full of sweat, forget it, wash my face and eat.

I went to the kitchen, poured some water into the basin, and just put my hand inside, suddenly, a strange sound came, "Bang".

I stopped what I was doing and walked to the corner where the sound was coming from, when three loud "knock, knock, knock" came out.

Is this a dream?

I pinched myself hard, it hurt, I knew it was in reality, I called the old man, asked him to come and listen, we held our breath, quietly squatted in the corner, and after about five minutes, this sound came again unexpectedly.

"There's someone out there, let's go, let's see who it is." The old man waved his hand at me, and with that he went into the house and took a torch.

I followed the old man out of the gate, it was still raining outside, but it was much smaller, and the sky was faintly blue, but it was still so dark, and the old man and I came to the open space outside the inn.

Soon we came to the back wall of the kitchen, where the sound came from, and there I saw a man lying on his back, one of his arms, still on the wall, I guess he was knocking on the wall for help, and then he was unconscious.

He was dirty, covered with mud and leaves, and probably because of the cold, he couldn't stop shivering, so the old man and I hurriedly carried him into the house.

The old man boiled a pot of boiling water and dried him, and when his face slowly appeared in my sight, I was stunned, because he turned out to be a "cigarette pouch pot".

Although I had expected Sha Tun to not be able to trap him, I had no idea that he would appear in this way, and now the question in my mind is, why is he here?

The old man saw my surprised expression and asked me, "Why, you know each other?" ”

"It's not just knowing, we ......"

Speaking of which, I have nothing to say, because after thinking about it, I found that there are no words to describe the relationship between us, let's say we know, I am not very familiar with him, let's say not familiar, we have been born and died together, but we can say that we were born and died, and there is no him in our people.

After thinking about it, I said to the old man, "He is a superior man. ”

When the old man heard this adjective, he was amused, and it was the first time he had heard such a comment on someone, and perhaps because he thought it was funny, I also laughed bitterly twice to hide the embarrassment in my heart.

There were no medicinal herbs on the island, and the old man's inn had nothing to cure headaches and fevers, so the old man boiled a bowl of ginger soup and poured it into the tobacco bag pot, and it didn't take long for the body of the tobacco bag and pot to start sweating, and it was already more than five o'clock in this busy work, and the meal prepared by the old man was already cold.

I barely ate much of this meal, although the old man's meal was not very bad, but I was really not in the mood to enjoy it, I guarded the cigarette pouch and pot until late at night, and the questions in my heart were one after another, he was so powerful, he could escape from the organ in Shatun, what happened to make him so embarrassed.

Could it have something to do with the little brother-in-law?

Or is he always with his brother-in-law?

I wish he would wake up and tell me the truth about all this.

The next day, the rain stopped, and the cigarette pouch and pot woke up, and judging by his mental state, I had to admire his strong body.

As soon as he woke up, he saw the rest of my meal on the table at a glance, and then I saw a scene that surprised me, he actually sat on the table and ate without asking, and my brain suddenly became a mess of paste, what, do you still need to eat with cigarette bags and pots?

It seems that in my impression, and in the evaluation of him by others, he is a monster who does not eat the fireworks of the world, a monster whose whole body is full of secrets, and the monster can eat a full meal for three days?

I thought he would grab the food and gobble it up, but I was wrong, I saw him chew it slowly and unhurriedly, as if he was tasting it, as if he was savoring.

I couldn't stand it in a hurry, so I asked him, "Have you seen my grandfather and uncle?" ”

"Yes," he replied.

As soon as I heard this, it was exactly as I expected, and I quickly asked, "And where are they now?" How are they? ”

"I'll take you." He replied.

"When?" I asked.

"Right now."

The answer to these words was intermittent and powerful, and every sentence was right in my heart, and I wanted to ask for specific details, but the cigarette bag and pot never answered again.

There wasn't much left of this overnight meal, and the speed of a normal person was only three to five minutes, but he ate for an hour, as if this was the last meal in the world.

I was in a hurry to find the little uncle, so I kept waiting, during which I kept paying attention to him, if the eyes of the person can really represent the spirit, then I saw the brilliance in his eyes and expressions when eating, I saw the firmness, and his eyes were no longer the sluggishness and confusion of before, I guess, he

It won't be that stupid cigarette pouch pot again.

"Let's go."

Before I could recover from my distraction, the cigarette pouch and pot had already left the door of the room, and I didn't even have time to say hello to the boss, so I hurriedly chased out.