Shenhao: I am the villain, understand?Villains!

The place Zheng Hongxian arranged was in a house with a sense of age.

According to the people around, this is their ancestral hall.

Inside are all the ancestors of their Anji village.

Only when entertaining distinguished guests or during festivals, this place will be open, and then the seats will be held.

And Zheng Hongxian is the patriarch of their contemporary Zheng family.

At this moment, he was waiting outside the door for the arrival of Ye Wei and the others.

"Miss Ye, I'm sorry, our conditions here are really limited, and we can only arrange it here."

"And friends, I'm really sorry."

Seeing Ye Wei and others coming from a distance, Zheng Hongxian's face overflowed with joy.

He stepped forward to greet him and said:

"I've been looking forward to it outside the door, but it's here for you."

"Please come in, please come in!"

Ye Wei replied apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Village Chief Zheng, for keeping you waiting."

Zheng Hong first heard the words, waved his hands and shook his head:

"Ham, what are you talking about? We should be ashamed to ask you to come to our poor village of Piling to do publicity."

"Come on, come in, come in!"

"That's right, let me introduce you to you."

After walking in.

The people who can be seen sitting inside are basically greeted outside at noon.

Although there are new faces, but not many.

When they entered, they were communicating fiercely, and the roof of the entire ancestral hall was staggered with their laughter from time to time.

And with the entry of Ye Wei and others, the ancestral hall was suddenly quiet for a moment.

It's like the quietness when the head teacher suddenly appeared during evening self-study.

It was eerily quiet.

But it only lasted for a moment, and everyone communicated again.

It wasn't until Zheng Hongxian slapped his hands that he attracted everyone's attention.

"Alright, alright, don't talk about it."

"These people around me, I won't introduce them to you."

"I told you more than once before I came here."

"As for you, there are so many people, I won't introduce you one by one, just introduce yourself."

After Zheng Hongxian finished speaking, everyone laughed and muttered, "It should."

While talking, a person stood up at the first table, a young and middle-aged man.

Speaking in a local accent, he said with a smile:

"Hello, my father told me about you."

"Thank you very much for coming to our Anji Village."

"Not much to say, I will do it first!"

Then, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it down.

Zheng Hongxian also cheered with a smile, and explained to Ye Wei beside him:

"This is a dog named Zheng Guangyong."

Then, one by one, they got up and introduced themselves.

There are all kinds of identities and everything.

But high and low are not the point, and there is nothing like a poor person.

After the introduction, I sat down.

"Do you drink, everyone? Today, in order to welcome everyone, I specially opened the old wine that I have brewed for more than ten years."

Zheng Hong first patted the wine bottle under his feet, and asked enthusiastically.

But Ye Wei and the others naturally didn't dare to drink it.

"Sorry, we are on a business trip now, which is of a working nature. We are not allowed to drink alcohol during work."

Ye Wei shook her head and answered.

Chang An and the others also nodded in response.

Zheng Hong first expressed regret, but did not say anything else.

He asked someone to serve a few cups of tea, while he drank the wine on his own.

Soon, the dishes will be served.

Drinking wine and eating vegetables, I drank three rounds without knowing it (Ye Wei used tea instead of wine).

Zheng Hongxian's face was slightly rosy from drinking, and he was obviously slightly drunk.

At this time, Ji Xiangrong stood up suddenly, covered his stomach and asked eagerly:

"Major Zheng, is there a toilet in this ancestral hall?"

"I suddenly have a stomachache."

Zheng Hongxian raised his eyelids slightly, shook his head and replied:

"There are no toilets in the ancestral hall."

"Turn left when you go out, and then go straight, and you will see the toilet."

"Do you need me to find someone to show you the way?"

Ji Xiangrong clutched his stomach, ran out and said:

"No, no, no, I'll go by myself."

Seeing this, Chang An and Wei Guo frowned.

This step was not included in the previous plan of the few people.

But I didn't think too much about it, I just thought that Ji Xiangrong did come on a whim.

After all, people have three urgencies.

outside the shrine.

Ji Xiangrong did follow the route given by Zheng Hongxian all the way to the toilet.

It's just that along the way, there was always a pair of eyes staring at Ji Xiangrong.

He was not relieved until he was sure that Ji Xiangrong had indeed entered the toilet.

But he didn't realize that when his eyes opened and closed, Ji Xiangrong appeared behind him, curled his lips, and disappeared into the darkness.

Those eyes have been staring outside, waiting for Ji Xiangrong to come out.

But suddenly!

From a certain direction behind him, a woman's scream suddenly came, followed by a frantic voice, "Help."

I can vaguely hear the nouns before life-saving, it seems to be...

"grandfather?"

at the same time.

In Panlong Village not far from Anji Village, a person suddenly got up from the bed.

It was the old man Ye Wei saw at noon.

At this time, his face was full of horror, and the grooves on his forehead were mixed with a lot of sweat.

Under the light of the candlelight beside the bed, it looked terrifying.

It seems to have thought of something.

The old man immediately jumped off the bed.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he walked to his grandson's room.

When he reached the door, he heard slight snoring from the room, but the old man was still worried.

It wasn't until he saw his grandson lying on the bed safely that the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Gently close the door.

Turning around, he walked slowly outside a room with a locked door.

The spider silk on the door lock means that no one has cared for it for a long time.

The old man patted off the spider silk with trembling hands.

He took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

The door also opened.

The world inside the door is quite different from the outside world.

It is a pink world, with pink wallpaper pasted on the surrounding walls.

The old man lowered his head, not daring to look too much. After turning on the light, he walked straight to a table.

On the top of the table were the unfinished homework of the previous homeowner, and a black fountain pen that had not been covered.

In front of the homework book is a photo, which is also the ultimate goal of the old man.

The photos stood on the table, wrapped in a frame.

In addition to the old man and the little boy sleeping soundly next door...

There was also a cute little girl who was smiling like a flower.

At that time, her hand was being tightly held by the old man.