Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 14
Shen Lang thought for a while, and added: "No money."

"Really?" Soul pointed at the corpse beside Shen Lang: "There is a photo in my jacket pocket."

According to his request, Shen Lang took out the things, it was a wallet, and there was a necklace in it, the top of which was sterling silver with artificial diamonds.

"This……"

"Originally, I should have proposed to my girlfriend that day." Soul smiled slightly, he looked very bitter, "But the higher authorities need me, the people need me, how can I take care of my family and leave everyone behind? But I... I I'm sorry for her."

Shen Lang looked at the photo. This is a beautiful girl with a delicate appearance. Although she is not amazing, she is also a good-looking type.

Her smile is very sunny, as if it can heal everything.

Shen Lang said: "You want to..."

"I hope you can give it to her, and then apologize." Soul said, he shook his head, "I am sorry for the country and my comrades-in-arms in this life, but I am only sorry for my parents, I am sorry... her."

"what is her name?"

"Li Yunqi."

"What a beautiful name." Shen Lang praised.

Soul smiled: "I think so too."

……

The sun has come out, for Shen Lang, it is time to rest.

He glanced at Mai Meng who was lying on the air mattress next to him, and sure enough, she was exhausted, and now she was lying on the air mattress and fell asleep.

The place where they are now is the junction of Nancheng and Jiangcheng. There are many ancient villages here.

But most of them have been emptied, leaving an empty village.

There are also some old people and children, but they are lonely and look very lonely.

Both sides of the road are already overgrown with weeds, especially goldenrod, which grows extremely luxuriantly. This kind of plant is very annoying. After all, it is foreign and will plunder the nutrition of other plants.

And in this weedy yard, there is a dilapidated Yizhuang.

The guardian of Yizhuang is an old man, but he is over 80 years old, and... has no successor.

"I think back then, there were countless living and dead people coming and going in our North-South Yizhuang, but now... alas..." The old man sat at the door, all his teeth fell out, and the wrinkles on his face were like old bark Likewise, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Is the times changing?" Shen Lang handed him a cigarette.

"I'm still more used to dry cigarettes. Your cigarettes have a light taste and are not strong enough." The old man said, he glanced at Shen Lang. In fact, Shen Lang got to know the old man through his grandfather.

"Yesterday I met Mr. Zhang. He was still buying glutinous rice and black donkey hooves, but black dog blood is no longer for sale," Shen Lang said.

"Oh why?"

Shen Lang lit a cigarette and laughed: "Nowadays there are many dog ​​lovers. Mr. Zhang killed a dog in front of the house to get blood, and was photographed by a group of people. If he didn't see half of his body about to be buried in the ground, I'm afraid he would have gotten involved."

"And then? I remember this old boy had a bad temper and was lecherous when he was young."

"Then he rolled on the ground and quilted those dog lovers for 3000 yuan." Shen Lang said.

The old man laughed loudly, patted his thigh and said, "It's strong enough, in line with this old boy's style! He has never been beaten, those young people are not sensible... just talk about cigarettes and old bars, men don't smoke , Bai is in the world!"

"If a man doesn't drink, he's going to live in vain!" Shen Lang continued.

The old man and the young man looked at each other, then slapped the table and laughed.

The old man patted Shen Lang on the shoulder: "Go and rest, your morticians work at night, which happens to be the opposite of ours."

"After smoking this one..." Shen Lang said, "Master Zou, this Yizhuang is going to be abandoned like this? Where's your grandson?"

"I went to work in the city. Young people don't care about these old earners. I wondered. You said that Old Shen did a lot of bad things when he was a child. He peeked at widows taking a bath, and flirted with their young daughter-in-law just out of the house. Why? There is only you, the grandson who is willing to take over the inheritance!" Zou Lao said, but he seemed to be talking to himself, and his eyes slowly filled with envy.

Shen Lang saw that it was eight o'clock, so he took out 100 yuan from his pocket, after all, he needed money to stay overnight in Yizhuang.

But Mr. Zou insisted not to, saying that he was too old to wait for a few guests, and now that he was buried, the Yizhuang would be completely abandoned.

Shen Lang looked at the weeds around him, thoughtful, so he collected the money, and gave the remaining half pack of cigarettes to Elder Zou.

Old Zou was being polite in words, but his hands were very honest. He grabbed a cigarette and stuffed it in his pocket.

I came to this familiar Yizhuang, surrounded by broken coffins, and there are not many good coffins left.

Even if there were, there were no corpses inside.

After all, the transportation is convenient now, and there are few things about expelling corpses. Although there are some people who died in other places, most of them are taken to the crematorium, and the Yizhuang has lost the meaning of existence.

Shen Lang came to Mai Meng's side, seeing her sleeping soundly, but there was a change in his heart.

But he quickly restrained his thoughts, found a coffin board, put it on two benches, and then lay down on it.

"Grandpa... woo..." Mai Meng was talking in his sleep.

Shen Lang turned his head and saw that Mai Meng was actually crying.

"This girl." Shen Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and immediately got off the coffin board, and put the blanket on her body.

Without thinking, Mai Meng hugged Shen Lang's arm and refused to let go: "Grandpa, don't leave."

Feeling the fullness from his elbow, Shen Lang felt his heart beat a little faster, but he still lay gently beside her. If he pulled his hand out, she would definitely wake up.

In order to make her feel at ease, Shen Lang put a luggage bag between the two of them, leaving only one arm for her.

Although the days in early summer are long, for tired people, even during the day, they can sleep through the night.

When Mai Meng got up, she found that there was an extra face in front of her, and that face was looking at her.

Her blurred eyes widened in an instant: "Ah!"

She pushed him away.

Shen Lang rolled down from the air mattress, and complained endlessly, "You scared me!"

"You just scared me, you... what did you do to me?" Mai Meng was about to say, but found Shen Lang rubbing his arm.

Good guy, one arm was actually covered with a faint purple-red color due to the obstruction of blood.

Did I sleep on his arm as a pillow?
Mai Meng felt that her face was a little hot, very hot.

Shen Lang said: "Hurry up, get up... Hurry up, Lao Zou ordered noodles for us."

"Oh..." Mai Meng pouted and responded, but she soon smelled the aroma of noodles, not only the aroma of noodles, but also the aroma of fried eggs.

Her nose moved, and she swallowed with a thud.

(End of this chapter)