It's not girl jiao'e

Xu Yan was silent for a while, and seriously thought about where the old man might go at this point in time.

But for no reason, he was particularly flustered today, always feeling that something was going to happen.

Apart from being able to collect waste, the old man has nothing else to do. After living with him for so many years, the old man has no relatives other than him, and he is not a local.

Xu Yan squatted on the edge of the threshold of the small broken house, holding on to his phone, waiting for a while.

Now the old man's phone can't be reached, and he really doesn't know where to look for it.

When Xu Yan felt that his lower body was unconscious, he finally saw a bright light coming towards him in the distance.

That light was from a flashlight.

Reflexively, Xu Yan raised his hand to block the light, which was a bit dazzling.

But in my heart, I felt that the light was very beautiful.

The old man is back.

"Why did you come back suddenly?" The old man was shocked when he saw a shadow crouching at the door from afar, but when he got closer, he saw that it was his precious grandson.

Xu Yan wanted to stand up, but he got up so violently that he almost staggered.

"No, I just want to come back and have a look." Xu Yan supported the door frame.

"You kid, why didn't you know to call me in advance, there is nothing at home, you said I would have prepared something delicious for you," the old man blamed, and hurriedly opened the door to enter, the car was full I don't care about the waste.

Ever since Xu Yan went out, the old man has always been like this. Every time he knows that Xu Yan is coming back, he buys a lot of delicious food in advance and puts them at home.

"Where did you collect waste so late?" Xu Yan sniffed, and followed the old man into the house.

"Oh, Mrs. Wang's house is a little far away. She has something to do during the day, so let me collect it at night." The old man pointed to a cart of waste products outside the door.

Xu Yan snorted, but didn't know who this Wang Po was.

"What's wrong with you?" The old man heard that Xu Yan's voice was a little weak, and when he thought about it, he knew that something might have happened.

"No, no, I just want to come back to see you suddenly." Xu Yan poured a glass of water for the old man.

Although the old man didn't believe it, Xu Yan just looked unhappy.

But he didn't want to say it himself, and the old man wouldn't ask too much.

He put the flashlight on the table where he always put it, and said, "Xiaoyan, grandpa hasn't read any books and doesn't have much money, so he can't help you much, but you can still talk to grandpa if you have anything to do."

With that said, he pulled the stool away and sat down.

Xu Yan also sat opposite him, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

"It's really nothing." Xu Yan grinned.

When he laughed, he was a young man who was completely ignorant of the world, and he was the most comforting.

The old man looked at him suspiciously, this kid.

Do not say do not say.

The old man knew that Xu Yan had always been the kind of person who didn't like to speak out about his grievances since he was a child. He was sensible and smart since he was a child.

It's just that the child followed him because he was very poor. He was obviously so smart. He got good grades when he was studying, but he stopped going to school later.

He knew that Xu Yan was trying to save money for him, and lied to him that he didn't want to study anymore.

"Okay, when you grow up, you can make up your own mind, and the old man doesn't ask too many questions, so as not to annoy you." The old man took a sip of hot water and smashed his mouth.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Xu Yan gave him a blank look, as if blaming him.

In order to make the old man pay no attention to his side as soon as possible, Xu Yan directly changed the subject.

"By the way, Grandpa, do you want to move out?" Xu Yan looked at him.

In fact, the old man is not young anymore, his eyelids have drooped loosely, and it seems that there is only one slit left to see.

There are almost more wrinkles on his face than the remaining hair, and there is not much hair on the top of his head, and it is all gray.

The few remaining yellow teeth that can be seen when smiling.

"Tsk tsk, did you make money?" The old man tsk tsk when he heard his words.

Xu Yan glared at him.

This old man did it on purpose.

"Hahahaha" Seeing how angry he was, the old man was overjoyed.

In the past two years, it's not that he didn't know Xu Yan's thoughts.

I'm just worried that he is an old man living here, and no one will take care of him, in case something happens.

Plus now that Xu Yan can earn money, he wants to let him live out and rent him a better house outside.

Xu Yan mentioned this matter several times, but every time the old man used "Are you rich?" to stop him.

"Okay, your heart, the old man knows, you still keep your money for future use, it's not easy to earn two dollars, every day you just think about how to spend it wrongly?"

While talking, the old man stood up with one hand on the table and the other on his knee, looking quite strenuous.

Seeing him like that, Xu Yan wanted to help him.

But he didn't, because he knew that if he stretched out his hand to help, the stubborn old man would definitely say cursingly, "What are you helping? Am I disabled or useless?"

He watched the old man stand up by himself, walked slowly into the room, and heard the sound of opening the box and rummaging through it.

"What are you looking for?" Xu Yan couldn't hold back, and followed in to have a look.

The lights in the room were dim, because the bulbs had been used for a long time and were covered with a layer of black unknown objects.

The old man hunched over, propped up the lid of the box with one hand, and groped inside with half-closed eyes with the other hand.
"Ah, I'll find you something delicious," the old man said without raising his head.

"You don't need to take it, I didn't come back until after dinner." Xu Yan didn't expect that he brought food for himself.

"Have you eaten?" The old man hesitated when he heard this, and paused, "It's okay to eat, the little snacks won't fill your stomach."

"I..." Xu Yan originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it for a while, the old man also had good intentions, so he didn't say anything, and quietly looked at the old man whose back was shrunk and whose height only reached his shoulders.

"Ah, I found it!" The old man finally took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from a bag.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is just wrapped in simple transparent plastic paper. I don’t know if it was pressed by other things in the box, so it is a bit deformed.

It looked cheap in the old man's hands.

Xu Yan took it and smiled, and said intentionally, "Could it be that you collected the scraps?"

But while talking, he peeled it and took a bite. It was very sweet, accompanied by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

When Xu Yan was a child, Xu Yan loved to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but the old man didn't have much money, so he didn't buy much for him.Xu Yan could only expect the old man to bring him a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes during festivals.

"Go, go, you unlucky boy, what are you talking about?" Hearing this, the old man made a gesture to hit him.

Xu Yan pretended to hide, and then both of them laughed.

At night, Xu Yan didn't even take a shower, so he took off his coat and lay on his bed.

Their house is just a small hall and a small room, with a simple kitchen behind the house.

The grandpa and grandson lived in the same room since they were young, but when they grew up, Xu Yan was not willing to squeeze with the old man anymore, so he went to the living room outside to make a floor bunk.

The old man was reluctant to let the child sleep on the floor, so he spent money to buy a folding bed, which was considered comfortable.

Because Xu Yan didn't come back to sleep for a long time, the old man put away all his quilts, and now he came back suddenly and didn't take them out to dry, it smelled musty.

It had just rained some time ago, and it was estimated that the moisture had penetrated into the quilt and hid it.

Xu Yan tried his best to keep the edge of the quilt away from his nose, so as not to let himself feel so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

But because I am used to sleeping on soft beds in the garden, although I sleep in a dormitory in the garden, several people share a room, but it is clean anyway and has no smell.

In addition to the musty smell from the quilt, there is also the waste smell coming from the outside of the house along the wind, including the long-standing paper and rusted iron.

Xu Yan thought about the voice he heard when he called Shen Gu today.

With just a simple sentence, he recognized that it was Shen Xunchun.

The two of them have lived together for so many years, is it really just the relationship between uncle and nephew?Is there nothing else?

This inevitably made him think too much.After all, he is a proof.

He knew that he was very similar to Shen Xunchun in some aspects, even in front of Shen Gu, he would subconsciously imitate Shen Xunchun.

And Shen Gu is interested in himself, isn't it because of these?
Thinking of these things, Xu Yan felt restless and flustered.

He looked at the ceiling with his eyes open. Without the lights, he could get a general view of the room with the little moonlight leaking in from the window.

"Why aren't you asleep?" The old man's voice came hoarsely.

Xu Yan was taken aback, "I can't sleep"

He didn't expect the old man to be asleep yet, seeing that he didn't move, he thought he had already fallen asleep.

"Is it cold? I'll get you up and find another quilt?" The old man said, turning over.

"Don't, don't, grandpa, go to sleep, I'm not cold." Xu Yan quickly stopped him.

"Okay, then if you're cold, tell grandpa." The old man shrank back and became quiet again.

Xu Yan wasn't sure if he was asleep, and he didn't dare to move.

Presumably it was his tossing and turning that woke him up. The room was not that big, and the distance between their beds was only about two meters.

Alas, why think so much, what is the use of thinking?

sleep.

Xu Yan sighed inwardly.

Confused about whether he has to continue living, tomorrow he has to get up early, go out and drive back to the garden!
Thinking of this, Xu Yan slowly relaxed his mood and emptied his mind.

He soon fell asleep, and in the dream, he returned to his childhood.

He himself doesn't remember anything, and he heard from others that he was picked up by the old grandfather who picked up the rags.

They pestered grandpa to tell him about finding him, but grandpa has been refusing to tell for so many years, no matter what Xu Yan asked, he would only say that he brought Xu Yan back from the hospital.

So Xu Yan just imagined that he was crying in the snow in a snowy winter, and was seen by the old man who picked up the rags and took him home.