A dilapidated alleyway in the back street of the third block is always less pedestrian-friendly, and far less lively than the main block.

On the inner side of the alley, there is an old canopy, which is half-height along the wall. Several holes in the shed first blocked a heavy plastic bag, and then stacked broken tiles to suppress it.

In order to cope with the rain, the shed has a certain inclination.

Under this canopy is the old man's writing booth.

He writes couplets, letters, signboards or invitations, and the square characters of the Chinese system are mainly Yan and thin gold, both of which are the essence, and the others can naturally be written, but they are not considered everyone in comparison.

The most powerful thing is that even the tadpole-like English letters, the old man has created his own style and patterns.

In such a chaotic city, this is certainly not good business, but it is already the best business that an old man can find.

I moved the square table and stool from a fellow villager next to me, and then took out the paper, pen, and ink in the box and put it on the ......

The day's business has started again.

This is the tenth year.

The old man leaned back on the chair and waited for the customer, and the granddaughter squatted on the ground, practicing calligraphy on the sand, and the sun gradually rose, gradually reached the middle of the sky, and gradually went down again.

On the first day of the new year, there should have been some business, but there was not. The backstreet, which is not very lively, is not even crowded with pedestrians today.

I think it's because of the impact of last night's battle. After all, it was a super power that suddenly disappeared, and the city was bound to be in turmoil for a while.

"Let's go, Xin'er. ”

The old man beckoned, waited for his granddaughter to run over, asked her to pull the corner of her clothes, and walked back the same way with the box on her back.

Passing by the street, the smell of cooked meat comes from the shop.

On a day with zero income, according to the agreement of the grandparents and grandchildren, there should have been no snacks.

However, after all, it was the first day of the new year, and he also made some money writing couplets a few years ago, so the old man hesitated for a while, but still paid for it and bought three slices of beef from the impatient shopkeeper.

The way home was a little far, and the afterglow of the setting sun was full of roads, and the granddaughter ate two of the slices one by one, and tiptoed the third slice into her grandfather's mouth.

Then he smacked his lips and licked his fingers secretly.

"Whoosh!whoosh!"

The knife made a soft sound as it came from behind.

Of course, it may just be a thief passing by, seeing the old and the young, and trying his luck.

In short, it is sure that they are thieves, because although the city is chaotic, where can the masters who are really capable of looking at their money?

No matter how many sound sources can start, it's really not good.

"Song!" the old man turned around and avoided the blade with a strange figure, passed through the double blades to complete the close, grabbed the collar of one of the thieves with his left hand, and turned around after carrying him along, so that his right hand grabbed the back collar of the other thief.

Then, with a pause, the old man took the two of them up directly, climbed over the old courtyard wall overgrown with vines, and fell into an abandoned courtyard next to him.

"Click", two soft sounds.

The sound of a broken sternum was resolved.

"Tsk, this poor one, no wonder he has no brains. The old man took a look at the sixth-generation device, broken weapon, source energy block and money in his hand, and although he disliked it, he still carefully put it into the box.

"I've been setting up my stall for ten years. ”

When he got up after cleaning up, the old man said in his heart, which old man have you ever seen who has no strength at all, and has a granddaughter, who can live in this city for ten years?

He came out of the yard with a box on his back.

The granddaughter stood on the side of the road and waited, her eyes and expression calm, and she did not panic at all.

It's not the first time this has happened, maybe three or five times a year, she doesn't know what's going on in the yard, but every time, grandpa always comes out calmly after a while.

Once you get used to it, you will naturally feel at ease.

"Let's go, Xin'er. The old man said.

Then, with an "oh yo", he said, "I didn't expect it to be a gang." ”

The sound behind was chaotic, and more than a dozen people rushed at once, and the old man turned around and stood still, looked at it, and reached out to touch the war knife behind his back.

Usually in the source energy world, the knife is unsheathed, and is only fixed with hooks and nails on combat uniforms, or directly held in the hand.

The old man's knife had a sheath.

Xin'er closed her eyes for a moment. ”

"Hmm. ”

However, an explosion of source energy came from the side, and then a figure appeared......

In less than five seconds, the battle was over.

Wu Yi turned his head to look at the old man and the little girl, and when he saw that the person was fine, he didn't say anything.

"Thank you. The old man said.

"Thank you. The little girl said.

Wu Yi nodded, squatted down and began to pack up the loot. Closed and closed, and suddenly looked up.

"Well, do you know how to get to my house? My house ......," he said, addressing.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were suspicious.

"But, brother, didn't you go out in the morning? I remember I saw you in the morning. The little girl asked, tilting her head at the same time, looking at the big bag of fritters that Wu Yi was carrying in confusion.

"Ah, yes. I often go to that fritter shop that didn't open today, so I asked someone, went to another neighborhood to buy it, and then ...... Lost. ”

Wu Xian said.

Little Girl: "......"

At this time, the old man finally figured out the location of the address, his eyes were ridiculous, and he said, "May I ask your surname?"

"Wu. ”

"Black sick lonely gun, your name is Wu Yi, Lieutenant Wu Yi?" the old man asked.

In the excited gaze of the little girl...... Wu Yi nodded.

“...... You come with us, just drop by. The old man said.

The grandfather and grandson took Wu Yi home.

"Goodbye, Brother Wu Xian. ”

“...... Good bye. ”

There was no one in the house, "I should have gone looking for me." Wu Xian didn't dare to go out to find them again, so he had to sit at the door and wait.

The backs of the slightly rickety old man and the excited little girl gradually disappeared on the other side of the road.

"His name is Wu Xian, grandfather, and he is the lieutenant Wu Xian mentioned in your story, who is with Major Qing. Turning an intersection, the little girl let go of her reserve, jumped up excitedly and said.

"Hmm. The old man nodded thoughtfully, and Gu Zi muttered, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa, do you know him?"

"I don't know, but my grandfather just remembered that I seem to have heard of the sick lonely gun. The old man said.

"Wow, when?" the little girl became excited because of the intersection between her grandfather and Lieutenant Wu Xi's illness.

"Before Grandpa came here. The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Before we came here, we lived in the mountains, and there were some people who lived in other mountains......

The old man's surname is Yuan, and Yuan Youque. The strongest branch of the Hidden Family back then was not the Qu Clan, but the Yuan Clan, but it was rumored that they died out very early.

"Would you like to ask him?" asked the little girl.

The old man thought for a moment, looked down at his granddaughter, and said, "Later." ”

"Why, why later?"

"Because Grandpa heard that they have to negotiate with the other three tomorrow, what if they lose the fight?" said the old man with a loving and cunning look in his eyes.