Regal Guard of Dragon

Qian Xueqiu finally made a move. He walked over and said to the green hair: "I will pay him back his money."

And when he heard that someone was going to pay the old man back, Lumao immediately laughed and looked at Qian Xueqiu, and said, "Are you really going to pay him back?"

Qian Xueqiu nodded.

Not only Lu Mao, but the two companions beside him also laughed.

"In fact, it's not much, it's a difference of 8,000 yuan. You see if you are in cash or transfer money." Lu Mao said flatly.

Before Qian Xueqiu spoke, Lu Mao said again: "Since you are paying for the old man, I think you are a bit cheaper. If you give it, you can give it seven thousand and five."

He was afraid that Qian Xueqiu was too much, so he took the initiative to lower it by five hundred.

Qian Xueqiu smiled, but still carried tens of thousands of cash with him. He took out his wallet and ordered eight thousand yuan, but instead of giving it to him immediately, he said, "I can give you money, but Before that, you have to answer a few questions for me."

Lumao didn’t believe that someone would take the initiative to give out so much money to pay back the bill, so when he heard that Qian Xueqiu still had conditions, he hesitated. .

It seemed that Qian Xueqiu could also see what he was thinking, so he directly divided half of the pile of money, handed it to Lu Mao, and said, "It's okay now."

After receiving the real cash, Lumao naturally has nothing to say.

He smiled at Qian Xueqiu and said, "You ask, as long as I know, I will answer you for sure."

The **** standing aside didn't seem to see these. When Lu Mao stopped paying attention to him, he walked aside to chop wood by himself.

This is really a strange person.

Chen Feng is also curious, and has been observing this lame man.

Qian Xueqiu hadn't noticed yet, but just asked Lu Mao: "You said his son is dead, what's the matter?"

Lu Mao was still a little worried about the question he could not answer, so when he heard this, he replied with a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be this. This old man's son got pneumonia two years ago and is going to be hospitalized. Then I borrowed 8,000 yuan from me. I said I would give it to 16 thousand after the Chinese New Year, but now my **** capital is almost gone."

Speaking of this, Lu Mao was still a little unhappy.

But Qian Xueqiu didn't want to listen to these extra words.

He interrupted Lumao and continued to ask, "After his son died, did he have no relatives?"

Lu Mao shook his head and said, "I don't know this well, but after so many years in the village, I haven't heard of any relatives of him. This old man has heard that he has escaped from another place."

Qian Xueqiu thought for a while, and there was nothing else to ask. There was really no question now. This old man was just an ordinary person, not the one they were looking for.

He also gave the remaining money to the green hair, and was about to leave, but looked at Chen Feng and looked surprisingly.

"What's the matter?" He asked Chen Feng in a low voice.

Chen Feng came back to his senses, as if there was a surprised look on his face, he said: "He is not as simple as we thought."

Qian Xueqiu asked: "What do you mean?"

Chen Feng said: "His hand is very fast, and his posture of chopping wood is also unusual. It is a hand with a long knife."

"You mean he knows martial arts?" Qian Xueqiu asked suspiciously.

Chen Feng nodded, "Not only does he know martial arts, he doesn't seem to be weak."

Qian Xueqiu had to deny all the affirmations just now, and he once again looked at the old man who was brandishing an axe seriously.

"Are you sure?" Qian Xueqiu seemed a little disbelieved by this result.

Chen Feng affirmed again: "That's it, I believe I am not mistaken."

Qian Xueqiu naturally believed in Chen Feng. He once walked up to the old man and said to him: "Old man, you saw it just now. I will solve the money issue for you."

The **** didn't seem to hear him, but chopping firewood with his head down.

Qian Xueqiu was not angry either, just continued: "In fact, we just want to know if the hosta is yours. If you deny it again, we will leave here immediately and will never disturb you again."

If the old man continues to deny it, Qian Xueqiu doesn't need to stay here anymore. No one can wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. They come to find the host of the host just to get what they want, not to be confused.

But it is a pity that the old man just chopped the firewood and neither admitted nor denied it.

Qian Xueqiu shook his head helplessly, and had to turn around and leave.

But after walking a few steps with Chen Feng, the old man said: "I was already a dying person, why do you still find me?"

Qian Xueqiu smiled, and so did Chen Feng.

They turned around and said, "It's just that someone wants us to find you. His name is Aji."

After confirming that it was impossible for the old man to fulfill any wishes, Qian Xueqiu understood that Aji only hoped that Qian Xueqiu could find the old man.

Sure enough, the old man also knew Aji, he said: "It is him, he is a good person, just like you."

Qian Xueqiu nodded and said, "He is indeed a good man, but he is also a liar."

The old man didn't know what this meant, but he didn't care. He put down the axe in his hand and waved to both Chen Feng.

The two of them walked over, and the old man also got up, holding a walking stick, and walked towards the room.

Qian Xueqiu wanted to support him as a courtesy, but the old man refused directly: "I don't need you."

Qian Xueqiu had no choice but to withdraw his hand in a shameless manner.

Entering inside, everything is bleak, and there is no extreme degree of using the term "jiazuisibi".

But there is a table and a few stools here.

The old man sat on one of the stools, put the walking stick in his hand aside, and motioned Chen Feng to do it.

The two also took out a stool, wiped the dust on it, and sat down.

This is the old man who said: "This hosta is mine, but it can also be said that it is not mine."

Both of them were puzzled, but they didn't speak either, just continued to listen.

The old man continued: "It actually belongs to a woman, a very beautiful woman. If she is not dead, she may be old now, but the face at that time will still exist in the memory of a person. But now She is dead, but it is difficult to remember. Maybe no one will remind you, so it will be easy to forget."

He sighed and said it, there is naturally a story, death, love, or more sadness.

Chen Feng asked: "Are you uncomfortable? Because of this woman's death."

The old man said: "In the beginning, maybe it was. She died. Even I didn't think it had any meaning, but now, it seems that even I have forgotten what kind of feeling it was."