After speaking, Chen Changan continued in this quaint small city, this long road full of the atmosphere of time, and began to look for the person he wanted to find.

Loyal to Chen Changan, I saw an old man who was selling tofu.

This old man was dressed plainly, with a kind face, and a smile that he had always carried all the time, tinkering with the tofu in his hand that had not yet taken shape.

At this time, it was still early, it was not yet early in the morning, and the surrounding streets were also deserted, without any people, so that the old man who sold tofu was still in his tofu stall, tinkering with the tofu that was about to take shape.

His movements seem to be natural, or rather, he is like a machine, refining his tofu in a regular and rhythmic manner.

The ordinary pot in front of him to cook tofu was two or three times the size of the usual pot.

At this time, the old man who sold tofu also saw Chen Changan in the distance.

When he first saw Chen Changan, the old man who sold tofu was stunned for a moment and stopped the constant movement in his hand.

In the end, the old man continued to tinker with his tofu, as if Chen was just an ordinary passerby in his eyes.

Chen Changan didn't speak, but found a stool at random on one side, sat on the other side of the old man, and watched quietly, the old man was tinkering with his tofu.

Time is slowly slipping away, this old man's movements seem to be very familiar, as if he has experienced millions of years, his action of cooking tofu is like a natural thing, as if he can cook a pot of tofu with his eyes closed.

The sky gradually cleared, and at this time the rooster began to crow, and gradually someone opened the door of every house.

At this time, it was gradually entering the morning, and some people began to walk on the path of the sheep's intestines.

After a while, the old man's stall selling tofu refused to be rejected by hundreds of people.

These people all had an empty bowl in their hands and a penny in their hands, and began to line up in an orderly manner and eat tofu.

When the old man saw these residents, he had a harmless smile on his face and began his journey to sell tofu.

But there are too many people, even if the old man's pot of cooking tofu is three or four times larger than the usual cauldron, it is just a stick of incense, and it is sold out like this.

The remaining hundreds of people seemed to know something, didn't do anything more, and left here with regrets.

The entire tofu stall was empty in an instant, and there were only three or two pedestrians, still walking on this sheep intestine path.

The old man first beat the old waist, and then began to put away the tofu stall, it seems that even if it is still early and the business is so hot, he has no heart to continue to work.

After a while, the old man packed up his tofu stall, pushed the small cart of the tofu stall, and walked towards a dark road on the sheep intestine path.

Chen Changan stood up and began to follow the old man who sold tofu.

The old man first walked into an alley, where there was a place to step on, especially the road was dense, and the width was not wide, making it easy to get lost.

But the old man was familiar with the road, and pushed his tofu stall cart to find a direction and start moving forward.

The old man has been walking for more than two hours pushing his small cart and driving countless interspersed roads.

On the other hand, Chen Changan has been following the old man, he is not hiding at all, he is blatantly following the other party.

The old man naturally noticed Chen Changan's following, but there was no expression on his face, as if Chen Changan behind him was air, and continued to think about the chaotic alleyway, chasing the tofu stall cart and continuing to move forward.

At this time, after two hours of walking, it was already noon, and the sun was shining high, but even if the sun shone here, there was only light, but it could not feel any trace of sunshine warmth.

The old man also stopped his pace at this moment, and the cart selling tofu was placed in front of him.

In front of the old man is a gate, a very quaint gate, and on the gate, there are many finger-sized insect eyes.

Then the old man pushed the gate open, and out of the scene in the gate was a small courtyard with two small thatched houses in the courtyard.

The two small thatched huts are made of trees, and the electronic clock is equipped with various tools for making tofu.

Then my wife pushed her small cart selling tofu into her yard.

However, he did not open the door, but let the door open, Chen Changan didn't care if he was the owner of the place and stepped directly into the door.

Chen Changan first looked at the surroundings of the small courtyard casually, it looked very dilapidated, and many things around it began to rust.

In particular, there is a pond in the small courtyard, but the pond is full of muddy water and looks lifeless.

The old man put down his tofu selling, and the cart began to tinker, and he first started to make a fire in the stove where he was cooking.

It's just that I don't know where the old man took out four or five sweet potatoes and threw them into the charcoal fire.

Then the old man closed his eyes like this, and Chen Changan, who was next to him, was not watching, and sat on the ground casually watching the old man cook.

Finally, after a long time, my wife took out the blackened sweet potatoes that were burned in the charcoal fire, and a silly smile appeared on her face.

But in her smile, you can see that she has lost a lot of teeth in her mouth, and only two or three teeth are stuck to it.

The old man first took the hot sweet potato and ran into the small thatched house next to it.

Chen Changan did not hesitate, and also walked into the other party's small thatched house, which was very narrow and very frugal, but it was not dirty, obviously this old man was still often restrained.

In such a small thatched house, there is only a very ordinary small wooden bed and an iron kettle for boiling water.

The old man couldn't wait to put his boiled sweet potatoes on the ground, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

At that time, Chen Changan also came directly to his wife, and his eyes looked directly at the sweet potatoes cooked by the old man.

The eyes of the two were calm, and they didn't say a word, but neither of them touched the sweet potato that had been cooked.

At this time, the old man began to move, he faced Chen Changan, and said to Chen Changan in an old and hoarse voice: "Have you eaten?"

Chen Changan picked up a sweet potato on the ground and said very calmly: "Do you think you will fart if you eat this thing?"

The old man shook his head and said very calmly: "I have absolutely no problem eating this, but you don't know if you eat it." ”

"Oh, then I should be fine. ”

After speaking, Chen Changan began to peel the skin, ready to eat this sweet potato, and at the same time, his wife also began to eat his own sweet potato, and the two bit off the sweet potato in their hands at the same time.

But the next moment, the two began to gobble up, as if enjoying the food, and in the blink of an eye, both of them killed two sweet potatoes at the same time, and only one sweet potato was left, which was placed in front of the two.

But the old man was very thief, and his eyes were quick and he grabbed the last sweet potato with a strange movement.

Then, he actually put the last sweet potato in his arms, and from time to time he covered it with saliva, and his face showed a stubborn look.

With a hint of grievance, he said: "This is my food for the day, and if you eat it again, I will be hungry." ”

Looking at the other party's posture of protecting food, Chen Changan instantly dispelled his desire to eat this last sweet potato.

Of course, the main reason is the old man, who spits on it.

In the end, seeing that Chen Changan had no intention of grabbing the sweet potato again, the old man began to eat the last sweet potato excitedly.

But when the old man was eating sweet potatoes, he was still cautiously looking at Chen Changan, always doing a good job, protecting the sweet potatoes.

I was afraid that Chen Changan would temporarily change his meaning and come to snatch his last sweet potato.

"Whew-"

In the end, the old man finished eating the last sweet potato by two, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, seeing that Chen Changan said in a very unkind tone: "What are you doing here?"

"I don't seem to have anything to do with you, if you're full, leave quickly, I don't want you, the plague god, to stay with me. ”