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After the fat man said these words, he ran to another room and went to Xiao Ting. The Vietnamese quickly came back to my room with a sad face and said to me like a cry for help: "Brother Qiang"

I knew it must have been the fat man who told him to follow the fat man tomorrow.

I interrupted him immediately. Make a silent gesture and lip-to-mouth and say, 'Get used to lip-synching.' Also, follow the fat man tomorrow, don't say I didn't warn you, you know his temper, don't

provoke him, and everything is arranged by him. He thinks you're clever and asks you to go with him, he needs help, and you say, who else can go with him but you? ’

Ah San is not a foolish person, he immediately said: "You can ask Bu Asong to follow the fat man, the fat man knows Laotian, and communication is not a problem." Laotians are strong in walking mountain roads, and they are better than me

Effective. ’

Ah San's words made me suddenly pause. I thought of a way to deal with eavesdropping.

But I want to get rid of the Vietnamese first. Don't tell me about this, people are chosen by fat people, you go to the fat man by yourself, and it doesn't work to tell me. ’

When Ah San heard this, he suddenly lost his temper, and snuggled in the corner with a sad face, as if he could be executed.

I had the heart to comfort him, and I didn't think about it. It was my idea to let the fat man bring someone with him, and at present, the people who can go out with the fat man are still Vietnamese, and Bu Asong is worried about Fumi. Even if it follows fat

The son goes out, and the heart is here. Besides, it is impossible for anyone else to take care of Fumi as well as Buazon. I'm also afraid that Ah San will entangle me like kraft candy. I'm the only savior in his heart.

The solution I have in mind to deal with eavesdropping is language. This is an extremely closed village, and their language is only Chinese from the time I have been in contact with it for a few days, and if we communicate in English, they should be

It's time for nothing to do.

My English is terrible, but if I speak slowly, I can communicate at a basic level. Xiao Ting should be more fine, girls have stronger language talent than boys. At least it should be better than me. It is

Bitter fat man, when he was in school, he spent the time of others memorizing words to be naughty, otherwise his IQ would not have been admitted to college. Just look at his proficiency in Laotian and Vietnamese

Road. As long as you work hard when you go to school, you will definitely learn to be a bully.

The fat man didn't stay long in the other room, and came back before it got dark. It seems that he is tired enough to run for a day, and the sound of snoring sounding like thunder when he lays down on the ground. Vietnamese to the ears and eyes

Two paper balls were stuffed into it. Also hurry up and sleep. It seems that he knows that running with the fat man for a day tomorrow will never be easy.

I know Vietnamese people snore too, but it's definitely within my tolerance, but today he seems to be infected by a fat man, and the two of them are snoring. I counted a night of sheep when it was almost dawn

Falling asleep in a daze.

I don't know when they left, but when I woke up, the sun was already high.

Checked Jack and Fumi's injuries, mainly to see if Jack's wounds were infected. Fumi has a guard on his leg, and there is no result in the short term. The ointment on Jack's back had dried up

Solid. There was no odor. As for how often to change the dressing, Dr. Tang said that it should be decided according to the recovery of the wound.

After eating something, I came to the door of the first room of the bamboo building. I'm going to visit our landlord and I'm curious about what the fat man has to say about him.

There was a knock on the door, and an old voice came from inside, very rough. "Enter. The door is not locked. ”

The rooms of the Hakka village are not locked, and the rooms can be tied from the inside, and they are completely unguarded after going out.

I pushed the door open and it was dark and hot inside.

Up the staircase of the bamboo building is a short corridor connecting three rooms, on the north side of the main building. Soon after the sun rose, all the shadows of the bamboo building were left on this side of the short corridor, and the short corridor and the short corridor should be

It should be darker.

But at the moment, I was bright, because it was too dark in the room.

A thick curtain hung from the window on the south side of the room, so that no light from the outside could penetrate in the slightest. In the middle of the room was a brazier, and in it burned a brazier coal, and a dim red light shone on the fire

An old man sitting on a wicker chair in front of the basin.

He was facing me, or more precisely, the wicker chair facing the door across the brazier. His clothes seemed to be wider, perhaps due to his thinness, and the old man's body was nestled in a wicker chair, wide

The big Hakka gown was like a quilt covering him.

I found that the hair quality of the Hakka people is generally good, and this old man is no exception, with pure white hair coiled on his head and no head cloth. If it's not because of the color, it's just about the shine and the sheer size of the hair

, it is impossible to imagine that this is an old man.

The sagging wrinkles on his face and his dull eyes reveal his true age. The old man's complexion was an unhealthy gray, as if life would leave him at any moment. At the moment, I recognize

But the fat man's comment on him: This is a man who is about to die.

"Come in, close the door. I'm too old to blow the wind. "I haven't seen the old man and his room yet, and the old man spoke to me quite quickly.

It's impossible for me to disobey an old man, let alone his age, if something happens to me, there are three long and two short, not to mention how I have to regret dying, just the Hakka people are criticized,

I can't stand it, it's really jumping into the Yellow River and I can't wash it off.

I walked into the room and closed the door. Suddenly, the whole room took on an eerie tone.

It's dark red. The dark red light emanated from the brazier, shining on the old man's body and face, shining on the tawny wall, giving me the feeling of being in a separate space. And this space for me

It feels very bad and depressing.

Sweat trickled down my spine and face. Of course not scared, I'm not fragile enough to be scared by an old man. It's the temperature here, after entering this room, especially when the door is closed

It was only then that I could clearly feel the temperature of this room.

The old man pointed to a wicker chair in the corner. "Sit."

I nodded. "Thank you."

If he is amnesty, go over and sit down. This location is the farthest from the brazier and should be the hottest place in the house.

I sat down and found that the temperature was indeed cooler, at least not directly facing the brazier. But here I can't face the old man directly, I can only see his side, so that he is original

Ben's dim eyes were even hazy.

I came here to get to know him, and I couldn't get to the point of sitting so far away and not being able to look at him directly. I picked up a wicker chair and walked over from him and sat down.

"What do you call the old man?"

"Hey, hey." The old man laughed for the first time. "My name is Luo Jin. You can call me Luo Lao or call me by my name, but don't call me uncle. ”

I was surprised by the old man's attitude. Could it be that the Hakka village avoids the title of uncle? But Wu Bo didn't care, he still took the initiative to ask me to call him that. I couldn't help but look closely

The old man on the other side made a comparison with Wu Bo in his head. (To be continued......)