Chapter Seventy-Three: The Old Man in the Mao Suit

"Hehe, I didn't expect such a small place to be quite interesting"

In the valley where Zhuang Zhicheng fought the giant rat beast at the beginning, an old man with gray hair, but smooth skin and strong spirits, wearing a dark blue tunics without a trace of wrinkles, sat on a large stone that was relatively clean.

Then, I don't know where to take out a purple clay pot, then raised my head, poured a few sips of strong tea into my mouth, and sighed when I was done.

"Tut-tut, Old Man Huang's tea is really good"

As if he was reluctant, he played with the purple clay pot in his hand for a while, and just like that, the fist-sized teapot disappeared out of thin air.

After sitting for a while, the old man had already seen the valley, and finally focused his eyes on the hole of the giant rat.

"Hey, old man"

The old man propped himself up, stood up with some difficulty, beat the dirt on his trousers, and walked slowly towards the cave.

"Phew, why does this stink?"

The old man fanned his nose in disgust.

"Hmph, evil animal, how many lives have been harmed!"

In an instant, the momentum on the old man's body became fierce, and there was silence in the entire mountain depression, and the original bird calls and blowing sounds disappeared in that instant.

"It's a pity that I'm dead"

"It's a shame"

Shaking his head tastelessly, the old man stroked the little remaining strand of beard on his chin, his eyes full of regret.

The huge momentum that had just emanated from the old man's body that made everything silent also disappeared, as if the gate was closed, the birds chirped, and the wind whistled one after another.

The wind was blowing the old man's delicate silver filaments, which were already a little messy.

"It's a little cold."

The old man shrunk his neck and tightened his clothes again.

The weather is a little cold, it has been gloomy, it is already the end of September, and the small county town is already a little chilly.

The old man turned around and waved his hand slightly.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the cave collapsed,

"Next, let's go there"

......

"Dangdangdang—"

Wang Xiufeng heard the knock on the door, stopped the movement of his hand and face, and looked out through the somewhat dirty kitchen window.

"Dangdangdang—"

There was another knock on the door.

"Really, who?"

Wang Xiufeng muttered with some disgust, usually the neighbors come in directly, how can there be a knock on the door?

It's not locked!

Outside the gate, the old man leaned on the crack in the door and looked into the courtyard.

"Squeak"

Just as the old man was lying on the door, the door creaked open.

Just now, Wang Xiufeng, who had just wiped his hands, went out.

"Who are you looking for?"

Wang Xiufeng frowned slightly, looking at the old man in the courtyard, looking left and right.

"It's changed, it's changed—"

In the old man's voice, there was indescribable sadness.

"Old man, who are you looking for?"

Seeing the old man muttering to himself, Wang Xiufeng was a little anxious, this can't be a brain disease, who ran out, right?

"Excuse me, is this Zhang Deming's house?"

"Zhang Deming?"

Wang Xiufeng muttered.

"No, old man, are you mistaken?"

"Misremembered, no!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiufeng seemed to remember something.

Zhang Deming?...... Zhang De......"

The name was a little vague, but she remembered it.

"Do you know grandpa?"

Wang Xiufeng asked subconsciously.

"Heh, are you the granddaughter-in-law or granddaughter of that guy Deming?"

The old man smiled slightly, and began to stroke the wisp of his beard with his right hand again.

"I guess, it's the granddaughter-in-law, right?"

Wang Xiufeng nodded.

"Huh-"

"Where's that guy Deming? Why can't you come out?"

The old man's voice subconsciously became much louder.

"Grandpa, grandpa, he's been dead for more than 20 years."

"Dead?"

The old man's eyes were fixed on Wang Xiufeng, as if he didn't believe it was true.

"Why are you dead?

......

The old man seemed to be stunned, and muttered to himself.

Wang Xiufeng was still standing at the door, looking at the old man in front of her, thinking to herself:

"This old man, I'm afraid he's almost a hundred years old?"

......

Sitting on the sofa in the house, Wang Xiufeng poured a cup of tea for the old man, the tea is not very good, it is actually a little inferior, only a few dozen yuan per catty.

The old man didn't seem to have come to his senses.

"Old man, I'll go and meet first......"

Wang Xiufeng didn't know what to say to the old man, to avoid embarrassment, she remembered that she was halfway there.

The old man nodded, but said nothing.

After Wang Xiufeng left, the old man was the only one left in the room, took a sip of tea, and suddenly, the old man's eyes were attracted by a photo.

This is a black and white photo, which should be Zhang Deming's posthumous photo.

"You guy, you said you'd meet you later, so you'll see me like this?"

The old man's voice was small, and his voice was a little hoarse and low.

"How could you die?"

......

The old man stood in front of the photo in a daze, not moving the black and white photo, just staring.

"Hehe, I forgot, you're just an ordinary person!"

With a self-deprecating smile, the old man shook his head, as if he had figured it out, his face was no longer the strong sadness just now, and a faint smile was shrouded in it.

......

"Old man, ...... to eat"

Lunch was not sumptuous, with only a vegetarian dish and a bowl of noodles. Wang Xiufeng is at home alone, and she has always been able to deal with it casually.

Smiling and nodding, as a thank you, the old man took the bowl.

Sucked and ate a bite of noodles.

"Well, that's good—"

Wang Xiufeng grinned a smile on her mouth, that is, the noodles she made, who ate them didn't say it was good.

Siri snorted, the old man seemed to be extremely hungry, and the bowl of noodles was quickly eaten, not at all like a centenarian.

"That, granddaughter-in-law, another bowl"

......

After eating three bowls of rice, the old man wiped his mouth, picked up the tea that had been cold on the table, and took a sip.

The taste of this tea is really incomparable to that of Old Man Huang!

"Daughter-in-law, I have eaten the rice and drunk the tea, I should also go"

With that, the old man got up.

"Oh, look at my memory......"

The old man patted his head and fumbled in his pockets for a while.

"When we meet for the first time, there's nothing to give, you have this ready"

The old man handed over a white jade-like tooth.

"Old man, no need...... No need ......"

Wang Xiufeng tried her best to refuse, but her eyes were staring at the white teeth.

I thought to myself, "This is jade, right? It's so white, it must be worth ......."

"Take it......"

The old man exuded a trace of momentum slightly, and Wang Xiufeng suddenly felt a sense of weakness in his body.

"Don't send it, granddaughter-in-law, hehe......"

The old man waved his hand, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Wang Xiufeng stayed where she was, looked at the tooth in her hand, it was inch long, and it was cold in her hand.

She didn't notice why she didn't go out to see the old man.

Out of the gate, the old man looked back and shook his head.

"Hey......"

With a long sigh, everything is already a matter of fact.

"Where do you go next?"

As if he had encountered a problem, the old man stood at the door, scratching his head, not knowing where to go.

"Forget it, let's go west......"

With his hands behind his back, the old man walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.

"Huh?"

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, the old man stopped and frowned slightly, he felt that something was wrong. He couldn't say what was wrong.

It's just that the moment he stepped out of the village, he felt a sense of sluggishness.

It seems that after coming out, the village has changed.

But it doesn't look the same, right?

Taking a step back, the old man stood still, and didn't seem to feel anything!

After taking another step, I didn't feel it anymore, and the slight imperceptible sluggishness I had just felt disappeared.

"Am I feeling wrong?"

The old man shook his head, he didn't believe he had gone wrong.

Standing at the entrance of the village, the old man slowly closed his eyes. Feeling everything quietly, suddenly, in the darkness, in the northeast of the village, a glimmer of golden light flashed.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of the old man's mouth raised slightly.

With his steps, he stepped into the village again, and walked along the cement road towards the northeast corner where the golden light flashed, and the old man walked very slowly, but with each step, it seemed that his momentum rose by a point.

He can see that golden light, and he can also feel the power of that golden light, after living for so many years, caution is essential, after all, that flash of golden light, friend or foe are unknown, at least, the breath of that golden light, very strange!