After a long time, the old woman came back to her senses, looked at Wang Ye and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, as I get older, I tend to be distracted."
"The post office... He was also a very cute little guy back then, but compared to then, today's society should be more suitable for him."
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you."
"It's just that I can be a little naughty occasionally."
Naughty?
Wang Ye's expression was a little strange.
For example...the word 'knock'?
But from what the old woman said, it seemed that the strength of this post office was not particularly strong, at least for the old woman.
So what kind of strength is the old woman in?
She...can't be A-Nian.
Wang Ye kept recalling the fantasy, but unfortunately... A Nian's face in the fantasy was always blurry.
"It's been so long and I still don't know your name."
Wang Ye stood up. Compared with the cold and crazy look before, he now looked very respectful. The contrast between before and after was huge, as if he was a different person.
"I..."
The old woman murmured to herself, falling into memories again.
"My surname is Meng. I remember at that time, they all called me...Mother Meng."
"That seems to be the name."
There was a sense of vicissitudes in the old woman's voice, and her tone was a little nostalgic, but also a little lost.
"What exactly happened back then?"
"Anian again..."
After all, Wang Ye still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and at the same time wanted to make some insinuations about the authenticity of A Nian's existence.
"Be careful!"
But the old woman's expression instantly became serious, and she directly interrupted Wang Ye's words. She came to the door with unprecedented dignity, raised her head and looked at the sky shrouded in a layer of light mist, her brows furrowed deeply!
After a long time...
She breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the grocery store, and looked at Wang Ye: "My little ancestor, this name... must not be spoken in the future, at least not spoken, do you understand?"
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly, and he kept analyzing the information revealed in the old woman's words.
First of all, the A-Nian in that book does exist!
Secondly, the old woman goes out and looks at the sky! What is hidden in the sky? enemy?
Finally... I can't speak dictally. Will my dictation be sensed?
One clue after another was sorted out by Wang Ye almost instantly.
He looked at the old woman and nodded.
"I'm tired...just go."
The old woman looked a little tired, so she sat down on the rocking chair and closed her eyes.
It seemed that she would not reveal even one more word to herself.
But today's harvest is already quite abundant, except for the last bit, which is no experiment.
Wang Ye calmly walked to the door of the grocery store, pushed open the wooden door, stepped out with one foot, suddenly turned around and looked at the old woman: "How about I call you grandma from now on!"
"Is that okay?"
"grandmother!"
Wang Ye thought of the word "grandma" very seriously.
The next second, the rocking chair suddenly stopped, and the old woman fell directly from the rocking chair. She stood up hurriedly, patted the dust on herself, her face was extremely unnatural.
"Don't!"
"Don't shout like that again!"
"I...I have no idea of having a grandson!"
The old woman's voice was a little intermittent, and her tone suddenly became faster. She didn't look as sluggish and tired as before.
Just look at her reaction speed after a fall...
At least I can compete with Zhang Ziliang to see who gets into the coffin first!
really...
Is it my own problem or the old woman’s problem?
Grandma is not allowed to scream...
Is my identity more exaggerated than that of an old woman? Or do you have a very bad father?
For a moment, Wang Ye once again had several speculations. He looked at the old woman, like a young man who was inexperienced in the world, scratched his head and showed a simple smile: "Okay."
"grandmother!"
The old woman, who had been holding on to the rocking chair to stand firm, twisted her ankle and almost fell to the ground again.
"Grandma, can I take a chair?"
"My family is very poor, and we usually sit on the floor. The years I have been away from you, alas...it's hard to describe in words."
“Sometimes I really miss the days with grandma!”
As if the call came naturally, Wang Ye called her grandma one after another, very affectionately.
The old woman looked very exhausted, her body hunched over, her back turned to Wang Ye, and she waved weakly.
"Thank you grandma!"
Wang Ye's eyes lit up, he grabbed a chair and ran out of the grocery store looking very happy.
Anyone who sees him will say, "What a simple and handsome child!"
After Wang Ye left, the old woman sat tremblingly on the rocking chair, breathed a long sigh of relief, and murmured as if talking to herself: "Yaoshou..."
Walk out of the grocery store.
The smile on Wang Ye's face disappeared instantly and his calmness returned.
No one knows which face is the real Wang Ye.
"Cui Jue on the bridge, lost his memory."
"Xiao Wu, lost his memory."
"The same goes for junior two and junior four!"
"But only Po Meng, does Lu Qing's memory still exist?"
"Or should we add another post office!?"
Judging from the current situation, the memory loss between me, Mao Yongan, and Zhang Xiao should be caused by Meng Po.
But why did she do this?
And based on what she said, it seemed that she and Lu Qing were doing something else.
Is it the layout?
Zhang Xiao and himself, who have a special status in Tianzhu.
Mao Yongan from Daocheng.
It seems that Po Meng’s investment in Tianzhu is even greater than that of Daocheng.
Does she think that the value of Tianzhu is higher?
But why does her investment not include the Buddhist Kingdom?
Is it because of A Nian?
Judging from this, Meng Po, including Lu Qing, should all be members of A Nian's influence.
Things suddenly became much clearer.
Looking at the brand new wooden chair in his hand, Wang Ye felt much better and returned to his residence leisurely!
…
gate of hell!
At the city gate!
Mao Yongan didn't know when he had regained his face!
After a period of treasure hunting in the wasteland, he finally found the source of the problem!
Wang Ye!
Wearing a mask, he would always be hunted down for no apparent reason, and he would always be hunted until death.
This includes half kings, and...real kings!
Until that day, he took off his mask while resting and didn't wear it again for a long time in order to breathe.
then...
The air becomes fresher!
Civilization has also returned to the wasteland. Everyone is looking at each other from afar, nodding, and having friendly exchanges!
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