When he arrived in the village, Zheng Tan had to lead the way, otherwise Ermao would not know where to go to find someone.

There are road construction around here, and a flat aisle is being built in front of each house. Zheng Tan said that the time for them to come was not very good. Just as the construction started, some stones on the surface were lifted up, so there was a little more mud. Some places with water accumulation could only step on the stones that were specially placed there.

"Hey, black coal, when it comes, you can scream, don't let me pass by." Ermao said.

After walking through the muddy road, the road surface was slightly better, at least there was a path paved with stones and bricks. This time, Zheng Tan really had to come out of his backpack to lead the way.

After walking a few steps, my paws were covered with mud. There was nothing I could do about it. It was like this if I didn’t wear shoes. Zheng Tan couldn’t make a rain boot like Ermao.

It had just rained, and this period was not the peak period, and there were not many people passing by. Originally, Zheng Tan was worried that those in the village who had seen him during the Chinese New Year would recognize him, but the villagers just glanced here and stopped paying attention. Perhaps, for those villagers, such a cat was nothing special, not a rare cat breed, there were local cats everywhere, and a strong black cat was nothing strange.

Sometimes you can’t take yourself too seriously, this is Zheng Tan’s enlightenment.

When passing by the Jiao family's old house, Zheng Tan saw that the house was closed. It was estimated that the old man and the old lady had gone to the town and would probably wait until the surrounding roads were repaired before coming back. This made Zheng Tan even more relieved.

After the rain, the smell of soil that rushed into the nose was full of the smell of mud. In Jiao’s words, it was the smell of actinomycetes.

Perhaps because of Ermao's influence, Zheng Tan was a little nervous when approaching the old woman's small tiled house. Although he knew that the person Ermao was looking for was the old woman, the old woman always gave Zheng Tan a very strange feeling, not as easy to fool as the old man and the old lady in the Jiao family.

"Is that just here?"

Ermao looked at this rural courtyard and pushed open the fence door and walked in.

There was no noise around, so Zheng Tan and Ermao could both hear the sound of operas coming from the small tile house.

Taking a deep breath, Ermao stood in front of the wooden door with a rustic style, and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened from inside.

A girl of fifteen or sixteen was shocked when she saw Ermao standing in front of the door.

Ermao's first thought was: Hey, there is really Sister Lin!

This girl looks pretty good. Although she is a little dark and her clothes are not as good as those children in the city, she is indeed quite adept when it comes to appearance.

Zheng Tan looked at the girl, and she looked familiar. She probably saw her during the Chinese New Year. But she definitely didn't belong to this family. She lives alone. In this place, it is not uncommon for girls like this who no longer go to school after junior high school.

Before Ermao asked, the little girl shouted into the room, "Grandma, someone is looking for it!" After that, she left with a basket. She just came to deliver things. There were often people coming to find her here. So she thought the person in front of her had the same purpose, so she ignored it.

Judging from this situation, you will know that it is someone from another family, otherwise you will not run away when you see the guest. Ermao sighed in his heart, it was different from what he imagined, and he was also "grandma". When "My sister Lin" was disillusioned, Ermao was not very motivated.

The tile house is not big, the living room is clear at a glance, with only one bedroom. It is obvious that the owner is in the bedroom.

Zheng Tan hesitated for a moment, but he followed Ermao in.

There is no light on indoors, and the small window behind it is closed. The light transmission is not very good. The singing of opera from the radio dispels the depression brought by the darkness. The radio is in some ages, and there are also some wavy sounds accompanying the singing of opera, which exudes an old feeling.

It was still the same wooden recliner. She was still lying on the recliner, covered with a thin blanket, looking like she was sleeping or closing her eyes to rest, but because she was carrying the window, Ermao couldn't see clearly what the person on the recliner was.

The three-legged cat glanced at Ermao and then focused on Zheng Tan. It was obvious that it recognized Zheng Tan, but it did not intend to move. It changed its position and continued to sleep on the old woman's legs.

Zheng Tan moved a little uncomfortable, and the atmosphere was a little strange. Neither of the two of them spoke, only the sound of the silence on the radio and the opera that was not clear about what they were singing.

Ermao was still thinking about what to say in the first sentence. Nonsense is the first sentence in interpersonal relationships, but at this time, the situation was different. If Ermao was in normal times, he would talk about something casually. But this time he came to find "My Sister Lin". Even if he couldn't find "My Sister Lin", he could find a peer or junior. He was not here to find his ancestors. He had multiple elders and multiple controls. Ermao had already had a headache with the elders in his family, saying "what should be done, what should not be done" or praising other people's children all day long. Moreover, against the backdrop of Wang Bin, Ermao had become a "gangster" and "not great" in the elders.

If it were someone else, I had already decided to get to the point of getting married. I walked so far, drove and squeezed into buses. I finally came here on the muddy road. Isn’t it just to find relatives? But Ermao didn’t.

Ermao is not a good person. He has seen many people from all walks of life when he is floating outside, and his thoughts are very different from those of other people in his family.

Before he came, he decided to see the person first and then choose to recognize his relatives. To say something unkind, Ermao's heart, following this pendant to find someone is just an excuse to divert his worries and find something to change his mood.

Zheng Tan observed Ermao and the old woman on the lounge chair next to him. Neither of these two guys were simple-minded people, especially this old woman. If she said that her ears were not good, she could not hear Ermao's footsteps before, Zheng Tan did not believe it.

Ermao's final choice of response was to respond to changes in the same way. Anyway, he recognized or refused, and the right to choose was in his own hands, so he was not in a hurry. Without "My Sister Lin", things would be boring and simple. What's the good thing about the old woman? Ermao dragged a chair from the corner and sat down, crossed his legs, looking around with a bored look.

After singing operas on the radio, Zheng Tan yawned. There was a tube of cake wrapped in paper on the table. During the Chinese New Year, Zheng Tan had seen such local specialties. He jumped onto the table and sniffed the cake. He didn't feel any strange smell. Zheng Tan raised his paw and pulled open the wrapped paper. Let the two continue to confront each other, and I filled my stomach first.

Half an hour later, the old woman lying on the recliner moved.

Ermao was happy, hehe. The old lady, compete with the young master for patience, can't bear it anymore?!

The sleepy Zheng Tan also looked over there.

The old woman sighed lightly, then stood up on the recliner, slowly seemed to be very difficult, put her hand into her pocket and took out a porcelain bottle. She was old, and her hands were not very stable, and her hands were trembling when she took the things. She pulled out the bottle plug several times before she succeeded.

Zheng Tan was trembling when he saw it, for fear that the old woman would throw the porcelain bottle out of her way. Moreover, Zheng Tan, the bystander, was anxious to see her pulling the bottle jam, and if she had changed to an impatient morning, she would go to help.

Ermao was more tolerant. Without going up to help, this guy should have known that the older man in front of him was not a simple person, so he was still in a wait-and-see state. Seeing that the old man in front of him had difficulty in every move, his hands were still shaking, Ermao frowned, still did not move, and did not make a sound.

The old woman rubbed her eyes. Then she carefully poured out small balls in her palms, which looked like some kind of pill, such as quick-acting heart-saving pills or compound Danshen drip pills, etc. Zheng Tan saw that many people had eaten it, which looked similar to this one.

He is old and has many problems. During the Chinese New Year, Zheng Tan still saw that she could play the erhu smoothly. Why did she feel like she was in her twilight years at this time? However, it is very dangerous for the elderly to have a slight illness. It is understandable that the mental state changes so much. In addition, the situation at this moment and the surrounding environment always feels a sense of desolation and desolation.

The shaking hands made everything a little harder. Zheng Tan watched her pour about ten small balls of that kind and ate them. He half got up and picked up a glass of water on the wooden bench next to him and took a sip. Then he let out another long sigh.

There is a opera playing on the radio, and the singing style is easier to understand than before.

"The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return as if familiar..."

The whispering lyrics reveals a deep helplessness and sigh, and the unstoppable passage of time. The endless ups and downs of time. This feeling, this scene, and the possible blood relationship, if a person with a more emotional personality, he can directly cry with his eyes.

Even Ermao felt that he had passed a little. Didn’t he just not see “My Sister Lin”? What are you calculating about with an old man?

Dong! Gulugulugulugulugulu—

When the old woman was about to put the porcelain bottle cap back in her pocket, her hand shook and the porcelain bottle fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was a bumpy soil, not a concrete floor, and the bottle body was probably strong enough and it was not broken.

Zheng Tan pulled his ears and looked at Ermao.

Ermao curled his lips, but got up and walked over to pick up the porcelain bottle that rolled into the table. He wiped the dust on the bottle body, but didn't see any text instructions on it. After thinking about it, he pulled out the bottle plug and sniffed it.

Then, Ermao's face was strange and even twisted, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Old lady, what magic pill is in your bottle?"

The old woman lying on the recliner again said calmly and slowly said, "Hua Huadan."

Zheng Tan: "..."

If you guess correctly, this so-called Huahuadan is the kind of casual snack!

People in the 1980s are a little familiar with this kind of snack, also known as "tangerine peel" and "mouse shit", etc., and they are rarely seen in Chuhua City.

Zheng Tan’s mood at this moment, and it was difficult for the alpaca to calm him down the urge to lift the table.

It's paralyzed, a small piece of snack is filled with such a high-end porcelain bottle! It's so desolate and desolate when eating a snack!

Ermao was so depressed that he handed the bottle to the old woman.

After taking the bottle, the old woman asked Ermao, "Do you eat it? It tastes pretty good."

Eat...just eat!

Zheng Tan pulled his ears again. It is not a "helpless" to describe him when facing such an old lady.

It seemed that Ermao's face was not as good as Ermao's face. The old woman continued, "There is no smell in her mouth. At this age, she earns more than a day of living. It's better to eat snacks than to take medicine." Suddenly, she raised her hand and pointed, looking very generous, "Oh, there is a box of pure milk under the bed. If you are thirsty, you can drink it yourself. Good brand, you often advertise on TV, not those squash goods, I drink it every day."

Zheng Tan, Ermao: "..."

No matter how many idioms there are, they cannot describe the complicated mood of Zheng Tan and Ermao at this moment.

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