I'm just a "little half fairy"

Yan Ting recognized at a glance that it was an old man who was still reluctant to leave. She hid in the shade of a tree and looked at her crying granddaughter distressedly, with a few drops of dirty tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

The girl didn't notice anything, she was still lying on the ground crying, until Yan Ting stopped her.

"Do you want to see her for the last time?"

The girl stopped crying immediately, raised her red and swollen eyes to look at Yan Ting, and asked incredulously, "Grandma is still there? You didn't take her away?"

"Ah."

Yan Ting brought the surprised and delighted girl into the woods, but she couldn't see her grandma, until Yan Ting showed her the direction, she cried and rushed towards her.

The two people are separated by yin and yang, the old man can see the girl, but the girl cannot see the old man.

If the old man's wronged soul could speak, Yan Ting could pass on a few words for them, but now he can only watch the two mourn and cry.

The grudges in the old man's heart were gone, and the shadow became more and more blurred. She kept touching her granddaughter's face and wiping her tears, but her fingers could only pass through the girl's face, looking at the girl's tears Drops fell, helpless.

Suddenly, the old man looked at Yan Ting and pinched his face with both hands for no reason.After a while, Yan Ting understood, although she didn't know what this gesture represented, she still did it like her for the girl to see.

The girl froze in place for a moment, and then the tears couldn't stop, but she finally wiped away her tears, forced a smile on her face, and tremblingly said in the direction of grandma: "Grandma, I won't cry anymore, I You must study hard in the future and support yourself when you grow up, don't worry..."

The old man nodded in relief, thanked Yan Ting, and disappeared into the woods reluctantly.

On the way back, the girl told Yan Ting about all the good things her grandma had done to her in her life. She also mentioned that whenever she cried when she was a child, her grandma would pinch her face to tease her.

"It's very strange. When I saw her doing this, I stopped crying."

Yan Ting listened quietly, and suddenly felt that even if some people go far away and never come back, their love for themselves will never disappear.

When I returned to Sun Fugui's house, the people in the yard had dispersed.

Xu Mowen sat on the steps and basked in the sun leisurely, while Sun Fugui and the woman hugged their son and waited anxiously for Yan Ting to come back.

Seeing Yan Ting walk into the gate, the two hurriedly shouted: "Master, come and see how my son is doing?"

Yan Ting didn't even go up to take a look: "Lie on the bed and sleep and you'll be fine."

With a simple sentence, the two of them hurriedly hugged their son back to the bed in the house as if they had heard the imperial decree.

After lunch, the stage outside the door was dismantled, and the performers drove away in a truck. There were only a few people left in the yard packing their things, and the funeral was considered over.

Yan Ting followed Xu Mowen to the row of low tile-roofed houses at the west end of the village. Two big white geese unceremoniously stretched their necks and yelled. Although Yan Ting did not understand bird language, he could tell that they were cursing .

The old lady in the colorful coat from before came out upon hearing the sound, drove the big goose aside, and let Xu Mowen and the two of them come in and sit down for a while.

The house was already too short for Yan Ting, let alone Xu Mowen, he could only walk into the house with his long legs bent and stooped.

Mrs. Yang was very enthusiastic and had nothing to entertain, so she was busy pouring two bowls of tea for the two of them, and then walked tremblingly to the yard to catch chickens.

"I'll make meat for you later!"

Yan Ting and Xu Mowen were not hungry at all just after eating, and thought that it was not easy for the old man to raise a few chickens, and they might even point them at laying eggs, so they hurried to stop them.Unexpectedly, the old lady was anxious.

Without raising her head, she continued to stretch out her hands to catch the white-flowered hen: "I'm an old bone, can I become a fairy if I eat a few more eggs?"

The hen flapped its wings and jumped up. She jumped into the air and said out of breath, "Xiaowen finally came here once. Maybe next time I come here, I will already be buried in the ground. What's wrong with killing a chicken!"

There was inexplicable sadness in these words, the two of them didn't stop anymore, seeing that she was struggling, they also came up to help.

No matter how fluttering the white-flowered hen was, it couldn't compete with the two young and energetic youths, and soon fell into the clutches of the two in disgrace.

Yan Ting patted the hen's head and said: "One-stop service, I'll give you a ride!"

He carried the hen to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife on the cooking table, came out and raised his hand to Xu Mowen who was expecting his performance.

Xu Mowen: "..."

Yan Ting looked at the thumping hen in his hand, without changing his face, he said: "I dare not."

Although he has subdued countless unjust souls and fought all kinds of strange monsters, he has never killed a living thing.

Xu Mowen didn't say anything, he put the hen on a stone slab, raised the knife and slashed the hen's neck neatly.

Seeing this, Yan Ting yelled cruelty, but Xu Mowen laughed and said, "You don't say that when you eat."

At this time, he was holding the hen's legs and bleeding the hen backwards, and the blood flowed all over the ground in a short while.

Although he thought that there would be delicious chicken to eat soon, Yan Ting still felt that the scene in front of him was bloody, and he said with emotion: "You are a person who is afraid of the dark, but you are not afraid of killing."

Xu Mowen was surprised: "Is there any necessary connection between the two?"

Indeed, Yan Ting has seen people who are not afraid of watching horror movies but are afraid of taking an elevator alone, and who are not afraid of snakes but are afraid of cute fluffy chickens. There is nothing to say about individual differences.

Maybe Yan Ting just felt that Xu Mowen's conflict was more than that.

After the two of them slaughtered the hen, they automatically took care of the rest of the work.

There was only a large iron pot and a pile of firewood in the low kitchen. After Yan Ting coughed a few times due to choking, the job of lighting the fire fell to Xu Mowen.

Yan Ting sat on the side, looking at Xu Mowen who seemed to be at his fingertips, his curiosity about him increased a bit.

He seemed to be gossiping, but in fact he said to test Xu Mowen: "The little boy looks really scary today. You were the closest at that time. Did you notice anything unusual at that time?"

"No, it's really scary for him to cry all of a sudden."

Yan Ting remembered the indifferent expression he looked at the boy, and knew that he must be hiding something.

At this time Xu Mowen had already lit the fire, Yan Ting took over after adding some firewood, and sat down quietly watching the flames under the pot.

Watching Xu Mowen prepare all kinds of onion and ginger ingredients in an orderly manner, a sense of unreality arises spontaneously.

"I only knew you could cook, but I didn't expect you to be so good at killing chickens and making fire."

In fact, he is more than good at it, Yan Ting thinks that with his proficiency, he must have done this kind of work no less than a hundred times before.But looking at his appearance and temperament, no one would have imagined that he would have anything to do with these rough jobs.

Xu Mowen smiled: "I used to live in the country, and I have done all these jobs before."

Yan Ting felt that this explanation made sense, and so far, he felt that Xu Mowen's atmosphere was a little more intense, but even so, the layer of mystery on him still remained.

An hour later, the two came out of the smoky kitchen, and Mrs. Yang hurriedly greeted them to the main room.

Xu Mowen brought a small pot full of chicken to the table. Although there were not enough ingredients for cooking, the aroma still filled the whole room.

Yan Ting felt that although he had already had lunch, he could still finish off a bowl of meat!

Xu Mowen put a piece of cooked chicken into the old lady's bowl: "Grandma, try it."

Mrs. Yang let out an "hey" and stuffed the meat into her mouth with only a few teeth left. After chewing a few times, her eyes became moist.

She put down her chopsticks, patted Xu Mowen's hand, stared at his face carefully, as if trying to find something on his face.

"It's so similar, you and your grandfather are so similar when you were young..."

Yan Ting looked at Xu Mowen, does this old lady still have a story with her grandfather?

Xu Mowen smiled slightly, and took another piece of meat for the old lady.

"I remember that year he was almost shot to death by the devil in order to save me from the devil..." The old lady only cared about the memory, and wanted to find out from his face what he had in common with his heroic grandfather.

After searching, she became a little dazed, her brows gradually frowned, and at the same time, she suddenly stretched her hand towards Xu Mowen's face: "Hiss——I remember that your grandpa also has a mole like this under the corner of his eye!"

Xu Mowen froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Really, what a coincidence."

At this time, the old lady noticed the scar on the right side of his neck again: "Hey? Why do you have a scar here? It's exactly like your grandpa's..."

At this time, Yan Ting also noticed the finger-long scar that was almost indistinguishable. It seemed that a shocking wound had faded for many years before it became what it is now.

Xu Mowen suddenly turned his head sideways, and handed the chopsticks to the old man's hand: "Grandma, your eyes are blurred... hurry up and eat!"

The old lady kept shaking her head: "No, no, back then I asked him what the injury was, and he said it was from a fight with devils!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her cloudy eyes seemed to become clear again at this moment, as if she still wanted to find the characteristics of the person who saved her in Xu Mowen, but was stopped by Xu Mowen's slightly cold words: "Grandma, I Grandpa is dead."

The old man's eyes darkened when he heard the words, as if he had come to his senses - yes, even if that man is still alive, he is already an old man like himself!

Hey, don't think about it!The old man shook his head and sighed.

Xu Mowen stopped talking and ate with his head down, but Yan Ting felt that things were not that simple.

It's fine that the grandfather and grandson look the same, but how can the location of the mole and the wound be the same?Xu Mowen said that the old man’s eyes were blurred, but Yan Ting’s eyes were not. He could clearly see the two features mentioned by the old man.

It is obviously not feasible for Yan Ting to get away with it.

Xu Mowen seemed to have noticed Yan Ting's eyes, and calmly pulled his collar to cover the scar above the collarbone, but Yan Ting noticed this little move.

While biting the delicious chicken nuggets, he thought about how to question the person in front of him, but if he didn't pay attention, a tiny chicken bone got stuck in his throat!

Seeing Yan Ting covering his neck suddenly with a painful expression, Xu Mowen suddenly understood what was going on.

"Just don't move..."

Before his words fell, Yan Ting couldn't help swallowing, the bone moved down a short distance with the contraction of the throat, and got stuck in a deeper position.

In the end, Yan Ting finally squeezed out a word.

"It seems...too late!"