It is precisely because of this that Xia Lingge did not receive much attention when she walked on the street, she was penniless and her pocket was cleaner than her face, and when she saw the word 'pawnshop' in traditional Chinese, she hesitated and groped all over, but she couldn't come up with anything suitable for exchanging money.

With a sigh, he walked aimlessly.

It was dark, only a faint orange-red sunset reflected the blood-colored sky, the cobblestone mossy streets were hazy with a thin layer of pale yellow, the gray walls, the blue and black tiles, the weeping willows by the river swayed their branches and leaves, and the long shadows that fell were like ghostly minions.

It's going to be night.

But Xia Lingge didn't find anything, the idea of having the possibility of hitting a big luck and meeting an acquaintance gradually disappeared with the sunset, and the pedestrians on the road were busy, running for survival, no one would care much about her.

The early summer evening was still a little cold, and she rubbed her arms twice, and her hungry stomach began to scream in protest again.

"Tsk, that's miserable."

The black-robed man's voice sounded again.

"Shut up."

Xia Lingge reprimanded.

She had to find something to eat.

The roadside steamed bun shop began to close the stall, but it couldn't contain the faint aroma of white noodles, Xia Lingge couldn't help but stop and glanced at the steamed bun stall quietly.

"Girl?"

The man who sold steamed buns was an old man, folding up the white linen cloth and straightening up, just in time to meet Xia Lingge's gaze. Xia Lingge nodded lightly at him to say hello, and turned his eyes back to continue walking forward.

But she didn't take two steps, and the old man behind suddenly stopped her and stuffed two steamed buns into her hands.

Xia Lingge was stunned.

"Hungry, aren't you?" The old man's wrinkled face was full of pity: "Why do you come out at night from a girl's family?" How dangerous. ”

Xia Lingge looked at the two steamed buns in his hand, and he still didn't have a taste.

"Don't worry, I made these steamed buns myself, so there won't be any problems." The old man explained.

Xia Lingge shook his head: "I don't have any money." ”

"I don't want your money." The old man said, "I just saw you walking alone on the street with a female doll, and I couldn't bear it." Why didn't you come home? ”

"I don't know where my home is." Xia Lingge said silently, "Uncle, have you ever seen me?" ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, his brows were tightly knit, and his eyes were even more worried: "You, what do you mean by this?" Could it be that you have forgotten ......? ”

Xia Lingge didn't speak, nodded.

"Poor baby."

The old man looked around the street, there were not many people left, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the cool wind reflected the red and willow green of the prosperous street, but it was even more gloomy and terrifying.

He looked at the lonely Xia Lingge again, "Alas...... Girl, if you want, go back with me first, right? Don't worry, I'm a half-naked old man at home, and there are no other outsiders. ”

Xia Lingge also glanced at the rich sky, and he didn't have the slightest way, "...... Okay, then it's troublesome uncle. ”

The old man walked back to the steamed bun stall, packed up the stall, picked up the basket, and walked down the street towards the southeast alley, Xia Lingge also followed him and chatted while walking.

They talk a lot.

The old man said that he was a native and grew up in this town since he was a child, and later the family found him a diligent but somewhat temperamental daughter-in-law, and the two of them often quarreled, but life was also hot.

Later, he gave birth to a son, the son married his daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law gave birth to a well-behaved little daughter.

"But it doesn't last long."

The old man sighed: "My son runs a rickshaw, as long as he has money to make, he can do the hard and tiring work, so he took an order from a son-in-law, but ......"

His voice was choked.

"But that man is a brute! He gave my son money, told him to crawl over the broken bottles, and took ropes to help him hang his limbs up, and poured wine with his head down......"

"When I came back, I was in a daze, and I left within two days...... After that, my wife and daughter-in-law couldn't stand the blow and left one after another, leaving me and my little granddaughter to rely on each other. ”

The old man stretched out his hand to wipe two handfuls of tears: "But my little granddaughter is also a bad life, when I was seven years old, I went out to play, I don't know which Wang Ba Lamb was abducted, until now I haven't found it, if my little granddaughter is still alive, she must be as old as you." ”

Xia Lingge walked silently behind the old man, the Republic of China is very chaotic, if there is no accident, the abducted child will basically never be recovered, looking at the old man's old and emaciated eyebrows by the moonlight, the pain of life is like a burden on his shoulders - heavy, but he can't let go.

She was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Your little granddaughter must live somewhere, and miss you as much as you miss her, and you will be reunited sooner or later." ”

"I don't want reunion, I just want her to be safe." The old man choked up and calmed his voice, turned his head to Xia Lingge and said with relief, "Don't worry too much, you forgot the way home, but your family will come to you along the way, but it's best to recover your memory early." ”

Xia Lingge nodded: "Hmm." ”

The old man's house is a simple house built of thatch and wood, and there is nothing in the house, broken wooden tables and chairs, a hard kang head, and a house on the left side is separated by a bamboo curtain, and the rest is the cooking pot outside the house.

"Girl, you can sleep in it tonight." The old man picked up the bamboo curtain on the floor, turned sideways and let Xia Lingge in, there was only a bed and a wooden cabinet inside, and a table similar to a dresser, and there was nothing else.

The old man said: "This is the house where my son and daughter-in-law lived before their deaths, and I clean it every day, and it is very clean." ”

"That's already good, thank you, uncle."

Xia Lingge thanked him, and the old man walked out.

An oil lamp was lit on the table, and the flames the size of beans flickered on and off, and there was not much darkness at all.

Xia Lingge walked to the window and stretched out his hand to pluck the window sash, it was quiet outside, and there was no sound. She went to the drawer again and opened it to see that there was only a set of quilts and pillows of cotton wool, closed the wooden cabinet, and opened the dresser, and found that there was a hairpin in it, and the workmanship was a little rough.

She took the hairpin and put it on the edge of the table and grinded it back and forth, until the bottom of the hairpin was sharpened, and then it was gathered into her sleeve.

All things are the same,

Don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case.

She gathered her clothes and lay down on the bed, without covering the futon, slightly open the window lattice, closed her eyes slightly, but also listened carefully to the movement outside.

I don't know how long it took......

'Bang'!

It was the sound of the door being smashed open by something heavy. (End of chapter)