Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

Xia Chutang noticed something was wrong with Shi Changyou and shouted: "Grandpa Shi, happy New Year! Can you let us in first?"

"you you……"

Shi Changyou stepped forward and grabbed Dashan's arm, excited, "What's your name?"

Dashan was confused, and his first reaction was to look at Xia Chutang.

Seeing the girl nodding, he said: "My name is Zhang Dashan."

Shi Changyou's heart suddenly sank, and the excitement in his eyes faded a lot, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Come in quickly."

Seeing this scene, Xia Chutang was thoughtful.

After entering the house, Shi Changyou went to the kitchen to get a kettle.

Xia Chutang took the initiative to help and asked, "Grandpa Shi, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Changyou rubbed the corners of his eyes and smiled bitterly: "This friend of yours named Dashan looks so much like my son. I...I admit my mistake."

If you think about it carefully, his son is not as strong as a mountain.

Xia Chutang suddenly made a bold guess.

Since Mr. Shi's son's whereabouts are unknown, Dashan happens to have lost his memory.

So, is it possible that Dashan is Shi Changyou’s missing son?

"Grandpa Shi? Do you have any photos of your son here?" Xia Chutang did not immediately express his speculation.

She wanted to first determine the physical similarity between Mr. Shi's son and Dashan.

If it was really similar, she would tell her this inference.

Shi Changyou nodded, "Yes! But I put them all away."

"Then can you take it out and let me take a look?"

Xia Chutang took the initiative to take the kettle from the old man's hand: "I'll show it to Dashan."

"Okay! Then sit down for a while." Shi Changyou readily agreed.

Xia Chutang poured two glasses of water, sat down and whispered: "Da Shan, didn't I scare you just now?"

"No."

Dashan shook his head and asked, "Is this old man's son very similar to me?"

"I don't know either. When I met Grandpa Shi, something had happened to his son."

Xia Chutang sighed and expressed his guess: "Da Shan, I have a bold idea, do you want to hear it?"

"You said it." Dashan nodded.

"Grandpa Shi regards you as his son at a glance, which means you should look very similar. Do you think it is possible that you are his son?"

"This is impossible..."

Dashan looked at this room and shook his head: "I don't feel familiar at all here."

If it is a place where I have lived before, there will always be a feeling of déjà vu.

Just like the last time Dashan went to the police station, that's it.

"I'm just guessing."

Xia Chutang sighed: "Grandpa Shi is too lonely. It would be great if he could find his son."

What people fear most when they get old is loneliness.

Dashan pursed his lips and said, "I will come to see him often from now on."

Hearing this, Xia Chutang patted Dashan on the shoulder with a look of appreciation: "Dashan, if you are really willing, that would be great."

Bang-dang - Just as he was talking, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from one of the rooms.

Xia Chutang and Dashan quickly got up and went in to check.

"Grandpa Shi!"

As soon as Xia Chutang opened the door, she saw the old man standing beside the bed helplessly.

On the ground was a suitcase that had been smashed open, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

"Are you okay? Did you fall?" Xia Chutang checked the old man's hands and feet.

Mr. Shi's hands were trembling, and he sat on the edge of the bed, blaming himself: "I'm so useless, I can't even pick up Xiaozhi's things."

"It's okay, just pick it up and it'll be fine."

Xia Chutang comforted the old man and knelt down to clean up the things on the ground: "Grandpa Shi, sit down, Dashan and I will pack them up soon."

There are many things on the floor, including many books, pens, medals, and several photo desks.

Xia Chutang picked up the photo frame and set it up on the table, looked at the faded single photo inside, and placed it next to the big mountain face for comparison.

I can’t say it’s not, I can only say I can’t see it.

The person in the photo is seventeen or eighteen years old, still childish and very young.

Especially since the photo was taken against the sun, the eyes of the people inside were all squinted, and it was impossible to tell the size of their eyes.

Xia Chutang quickly looked through several other photos, but unfortunately they were all commemorative photos of her childhood.

"Grandpa Shi, do you have any photos of your children after serving in the military?" Xia Chutang couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Shi shook his head: "No more. Xiaozhi doesn't like taking pictures..."

Well, there is no way to confirm my speculation now.

Xia Chutang put everything in order, then turned to ask Dashan: "Do you recognize any of these things?"

Dashan shook his head and said no.

"Tangtang! Thank you."

When Shi Changyou heard what the little girl said, he already guessed her intention for asking for the photo, and sighed: "But, how can there be such a coincidence in this world?"

Since there were no photos, Xia Chutang didn't dwell on her guess anymore.

"Grandpa Shi, these are the pickles made by my grandma."

Xia Chutang took out a few lunch boxes from the bag: "My grandma said I would give them to you to try."

Mr. Shi's eyes were moist and he said, "Thank you! Thank you, grandma, for your thoughtfulness."

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's eat here at noon, okay?" Shi Changyou asked the two of them for their opinions.

Xia Chutang looked at Dashan and saw that he had no objection, so she agreed: "Okay! Grandpa Shi, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."

No matter where you go, Xia Chutang’s cooking is at your fingertips.

Shi Changyou held Xia Chutang's arm and motioned for her to sit down: "You and Dashan are guests, I'll do it."

"Ah? Then I can help you?" Why did Xia Chutang have the nerve to let an old man cook?

"No, you sit down!"

Shi Changyou refused again and said stubbornly: "I will make today's meal for you and Dashan."

Seeing the old man's insistence, Xia Chutang simply agreed: "Okay, then Dashan and I will wait for something delicious."

Shi Changyou entered the kitchen, with a deep look in his eyes, and took out a bag of peanuts from the cabinet.

Soon, the aroma from the kitchen came out.

Xia Chutang smelled a pungent spicy smell and sneezed several times in succession.

"A sneeze, a sneeze -" Xia Chutang's tears began to flow out, "How much chili did Mr. Shi put in? The smell is too strong."

I have heard before that Mr. Shi is from Hunan Province. It seems that he wants to make some hometown dishes today.

The food cooked by locals in Xihai is also heavy on oil and spicy, but it is still not as good as the chili peppers in Hunan Province.

Xia Chutang wiped her nose several times, turned to look at Dashan who looked calm, and asked curiously: "Why don't you sneeze?"

"I don't think it's spicy..."

Dashan was still wondering why Xia Chutang kept sneezing: "Tangtang, do you have a cold?"

Xia Chutang wiped her nose again and shook her head: "I don't have a cold. It seems that you are very powerful in eating chili peppers?"

From the looks of it, maybe Dashan is really Mr. Shi's son.

The old man cooked such a spicy dish on purpose, it must have been a test.

If Dashan is really Shi Changyou's missing son, then it would be worth it even if Xia Chutang was killed.