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From a distance I heard the sound of a dog barking, and I ran to the sound of the dog barking.

It's a small village, with only a few dozen homes, but some of the yards are overgrown with weeds, and it can be seen that the houses have been empty for a long time.

At the first house in the east of the village, I knocked on the door, and the sound of a dog barking came from his yard. It's a very dilapidated grass house, and it seems to be about to collapse.

A black puppy next to him barked incessantly.

Bang, I knocked on the door a few more times, "Is there anyone?" and I called.

After a long time, the lights came on in the room: "Who?" A very old voice came from inside, mixed with a few coughs from time to time.

An old man opened the door, his face was wrinkled like a knife, and it could be seen that the years had carved deep marks on him, and his back had already been bent by the years. He even had a kitchen knife in his hand and looked at me defensively.

Looking at him, I smiled, "Grandpa, I'm lost, it's raining now, can I go in and stay for a while?" I wiped the rain from my face.

"Grandpa, who's that?" a crisp, sleepy voice came from the room.

The old man looked at me and hesitated for a long time, then nodded and let me into the house.

The room was even more simple, except for a bed and a stove, a few bits and pieces, nothing left, and next to it lay a broken wardrobe, the two doors of which were gone, covered with cloth.

"Thank you, thank you. I thanked him again and again and sat down on a wooden bench below. The water on my body fell onto the ground, instantly wetting the land in front of me.

The old man walked to the side tremblingly on crutches, took the kettle, and poured me a glass of boiling water.

"Thank you, old man, thank you. "Holding the warm water glass, I feel a lot warmer.

On the bed, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, covered with a quilt that exposed cotton wool, blinked and looked at me: "Grandpa, who is he?"

The old man smiled kindly, "A lost person, Tingting, you can sleep." ”

"Oh. The little girl named Tingting answered, but her big eyes still looked at me curiously. Most ☆ 4 new ma chapter n ~ section 6 on ^... Cool Craftsman %Net I

The old man looked at me, took a towel from the side and handed it to me, "Wipe your face first." ”

I glanced at him gratefully, "Thank you, thank you." He took a towel and wiped the water from his head.

The old man smiled, "It's okay. ”

"Grandpa, I'll sit here for the night, and I'll leave tomorrow, okay?" I said sincerely, it's so late, where can I go, and I'm not familiar with the place, and it's still raining heavily.

The old man stood up, took a few stools from the side and placed them together, and then threw me a thin quilt: "You will stay like this for one night today." And take off your wet clothes. He opened the closet and took out a set of clothes from it and threw it to me.

I woke up at dawn the next day, and the little girl named Tingting was cooking. When she saw me, she called out crisply, "Brother, you're awake." ”

I nodded, and the old man was sitting on the bed rolling a dry cigarette. He trembled and handed over one: "Come on." ”

took it casually, took the lighter, and lit the cigarette for the old man first: "Uncle, where is this?"

The old man looked at me deeply, and then said, "This is near Liangshan in Sichuan. ”

Damn, Li Jun is really so ruthless, he actually sent me to Sichuan.

"Aren't you lost?" the old man hesitated, but finally asked.

I smiled wryly, not knowing how to answer. The old man laughed twice, and didn't ask: "Looking at the scars on your body, you know that you are not an ordinary person, it is not surprising that you had gunshot wounds in our time, but you can still have gunshot wounds on your body now...... Hehe......"

I glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person, old man?"

The old man flicked the ashes of his cigarette: "When people are old, their eyes will be blind, but their hearts are not blind." ”

"It's time to eat, grandpa. Tingting screamed crisply, just some wrinkles and some yellowed steamed buns: "Brother, eat." She handed me a bowl. Her eyes are innocent, and she has a strong persistence, maybe only children who have grown up in the mountains can have such innocent eyes.

The long-ago memory suddenly hit my heart again, and I suddenly remembered the little girl who was once killed by my own hands, "My name is Nannan, but grandma likes to call me Daya, eight years old......"

"Let's have a bite to eat, the family has limited conditions. "The old man saw that I didn't serve the dishes, and thought I was disgusted with their food.

I took a bowl and drank a sip of porridge, which was like a delicacies from the mountains and the sea to me, and I knew that I sometimes couldn't even eat in that year's life. Even when I was hungry, I ate green moss that grew through cracks in the wall.

After eating, Tingting said hello to me, took her schoolbag and went to school.

The old man looked at Tingting's back and sighed indifferently.

After a moment's hesitation, I asked, "What about Tingting's parents?"

The old man took out another cigarette and smoked it himself: "Her father was working at a construction site and died in an accident. Even the money has not been lost, and we ordinary people have no place to reason. Tingting's mother also left at that time. ”

I sighed, looked at the wrinkles in the bowl, and I took a sip with a bitter taste in my heart.

I'm not a god and I can't save sentient beings, but I want to do what I think is right.

"Grandpa, then when I go back to finish my errands, I'll pick you and Tingting up and go to the city. I looked at him and said. It's impossible now, because I have so much to do now that I can die at any moment. This time I went back, I went to take revenge, even if I died, I had to kill Tie Zhu and Li Jun before I died, otherwise I would not be blind to death.

The seeds of hatred have taken root in my heart, enough to drown out all emotions and cover up all familiar people.

The old man laughed twice: "I don't need it, I'm old, and I don't have a few years to live, do you return to your roots!" He smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm afraid that after I die, no one will take care of Tingting, she is still young." He coughed twice.

I sighed faintly: "If you believe me, then when I finish my errands, I will pick up Tingting and go to the city at that time." ”

"Huh...... Let's talk about that then. ”

After all, everything I say now is verbal, and there is no real action. Even though I stayed here for one night, I felt a heartfelt warmth.

At noon, I left here, leaving only three hundred quick coins here, which were taken from the drunkard.