The old watering man in front of him is already in his seventies, with magnificent features, silver hair and full of scholarly charm.
"Master Tong, I haven't seen you for many years. You look the same as when you were a child."
I was a little surprised and asked quietly: "Who are you?"
The old watering man looked at me and smiled inexplicably: "You don't know me, but I know you."
I couldn't understand this, so I just nodded silently: "You always have trouble with me?"
"Yes. Something happened."
The old man continued to water the water and said softly: "Are uncle, Ajiu and the others okay?"
My heart was shocked and my brain was racing, but I couldn't find any information about the old man. I could only answer truthfully: "My uncle left during the Spring Festival of 1998. He left a message to Principal Cao at that time, telling him about his mission. Finish and find your own way.”
"Ah Jiu originally stayed at the school to teach, but then Yin Yuan was disbanded. Ah Jiu also left."
"You haven't seen them since graduation?"
"No."
At this time, the old man who watered the water had finished his work and sat on the old concrete stone table next to him: "My uncle taught me how to raise turtles, and I lost all the turtles."
When the incomprehensible words came out, Wang Junpeng's brows were full of doubts and confusion, and he just glanced at me.
This is a warning to me to answer the question well.
"Did you raise it to death or raise it to run away?"
"died!"
"How many turtles did uncle ask you to raise?"
"Both ends."
"Both ends are dead?"
"right!"
I frowned and was silent for a few seconds: "Well, did uncle ask you to plant Ganoderma lucidum?"
"It was planted! But it's also dead."
I couldn't help but wonder: "Ganoderma lucidum is so easy to grow, but you can also plant it to death?"
"How did you grow it?"
When these words of reproach and contempt came out, Wang Junpeng and the boss of the Nine Gate Guards immediately held their breath.
There are also several stern warnings and angry swords on my body.
"I don't know either. I probably didn't choose the right Ganoderma species."
The old man who watered the water wiped his hands and said softly: "The turtle will die, the Ganoderma lucidum will die, the Yulin three yellow chicken will die, and even the gourd will die."
My eyes widened: "You also raised Yulin Sanhuang chickens and planted gourds?"
"Yes. I planted two litters."
The corner of my mouth couldn't help but twitch hard, and I yelled: "Why are you planting two nests of gourds when you have nothing to do? Can you afford to raise them?"
The old man who watered the water showed curiosity: "Can't two litters be used?"
"It's not impossible."
I said indifferently: "You only have one son. Raising two tortoises is already beyond the limit. Raising two more litters of gourds...hasn't my uncle told you about the disadvantages?"
When these words came out, Mr. Wang Pengxue quietly changed his expression.
The middle-aged secretary showed a bit of surprise and emotion for the first time.
The old man who was watering his face had a calm look on his face, and said softly helplessly: "I talked too much at that time. I didn't remember much."
"The turtle Ganoderma lucidum died, so I planted gourds."
"At that time, I was afraid that the gourd would die, so I planted a nest."
After a pause, the old watering man spoke softly again: "After the gourd died, I didn't dare to grow anything else. I kept sending people to look for Uncle and Ah Jiu, but there was no news."
"Later, I asked your squad leader and that Teng Laoshi again, and they both said they didn't know."
"I can't help it, I just thought of you."
"wait a moment!"
I stopped watering the old man and asked in a low voice: "Are you raising turtles and chickens, growing Ganoderma lucidum and gourds in the same place?"
The old watering man nodded and suddenly raised his eyelids to look at me.
At this moment, even the sunlight in front of me was dim!
"how do you know?"
"Of course I know. I'm the most idle in the junior class. Except for the hydrogen bomb, I haven't done anything else."
Behind him, Wang Peng couldn't help it any longer.
In front of me, the mobile phone hit me hard on the waist.
The old watering man's eyes shone a little: "Oh! Keep talking."
I habitually took out a cigarette and lit it as if no one was around: "Turtles belong to yang. Three yellow chickens are the yang of yang. Ganoderma lucidum can regulate yin and yang. You are right to plant Ganoderma lucidum."
"You probably planted it in the wrong direction. The three-yellow chicken pecked the turtle to death. It ate Ganoderma lucidum again."
"Later, the gourd was killed by the three-yellow chicken again."
"At that time, there was only one three-yellow chicken left in the whole yard who was king. Even if it laid eggs, it would not give birth."
"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it..."
The voice of the old man who watered the water was a little rough, and his face showed a rare excitement: "Is there any solution?"
"No!"
I cut the metal, cut the iron, and uttered two words with a clanging sound.
All of a sudden, the longing look on the old man's face solidified and turned dim in an instant.
There was indescribable despair in those pair of torch eyes that could compare to the sun.
"Is there really no solution?"
I was silent for a few seconds and said in a low voice: "The gourd is the last chance. If you can't even plant the gourd, it proves that there is really no hope."
"Actually, these spiritual herbs and spiritual objects are all auxiliary. The main thing is..."
"You're getting old, so stop planting gourds. If they're gone, they'll be gone. If that doesn't work, get someone with the same last name as you."
In an instant, Dapengniao and Mr. Xue turned pale.
"presumptuous!"
The middle-aged secretary scolded in a low voice: "The boss asked you to solve the problem. He didn't ask you to come..."
The old watering man raised his hand: "It's not the teacher's fault. It's my fault."
The middle-aged secretary immediately lowered his head and shut up, raised his wrist, looked at his watch and whispered softly: "Boss, it's time."
The old man was watering the water as if he hadn't heard anything, and his eyes were fixed on the flowers and plants in the flower bed, with a sad and lonely look on his face: "I deserve to be the last child in the family..."
I spoke softly: "Actually, you can always try another daughter-in-law. If one doesn't work, just try a few more. Just in case..."
When these words came out, Wang Junpeng shouted angrily: "Shut up! No matter how big or small!"
Immediately, I followed the good example and stopped talking. I closed my eyes and mouth and turned into a statue.
The Dapeng bird was really angry and couldn't push it any further.
