Wu Yu wandered around in the complicated alley for more than twenty minutes before arriving at the barber shop where the false witness told him. A shop was casually opened next to the gate of a building with a courtyard. This shop was a shabby shop. The crappy barber shop {Xiaoye Hair Salon} has a shabby feel from the inside out.
"Boss, I'm here. Here's my certificate."
Lao Mo was clearing mines on the computer. When he heard the voice and looked up, he saw the young man standing in his shabby barber shop. I wonder if it was his imagination, but why did he feel that this shabby shop was brighter? The kid looks too eye-catching...
Wu Yu saw that the sluggish young man who was applying for the certificate was a little distracted, so he shouted again: "Don't be in a daze, the certificate I want to buy is here."
Old Mo came back to his senses and opened the drawer in front of him. When the drawer was opened, all the ID cards were inside: "I have all the surnames here. Each one costs 300 yuan. What name do you want?"
Wu Yu glanced at the drawer and saw the densely packed ID cards. He stated his request: "They should be about the same age, preferably with the last name Xie."
Lao Mozai directly pulled out the drawer and placed it on the table: "You can choose it yourself." After that, he continued to play minesweeper.
Wu Yu didn't mind the boss's attitude. He stepped forward and rummaged through the drawer, randomly selected a picture, and when he picked it up, he saw that the man in the picture was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly: "Jie Chen..."
Wu Yu frowned slightly. Why did he feel that this name sounded familiar to him? He seemed to have heard it somewhere. It seemed like...
Xie Chen.
"This one is not for sale!" Suddenly, an old man's voice came from the back room of the barber shop, and he cursed in a loud voice: "You bastard! How many times have I told you not to use this name as a witness! Can't you listen? If you go in, your grandpa will get a severe beating if I tell you?!"
Lao Mo said without looking back: "Grandpa, it's just a name. Besides, I did it casually when I was doing it. Don't worry about it like this. You, a respected old gentleman, will not be stingy."
"You bastard! See if I don't beat you to death today!!"
The old man with snow-white hair rushed out of the small door with a broom and looked like he was eighty or ninety years old. He was still running so vigorously.
The moment he saw Wu Yu, his whole body trembled. He suddenly lost his voice, paused, and dropped the broom in his hand to the ground, as if he saw something that shocked him: "...you..."
The old man's reaction made Wu Yu a little curious. This reaction was like seeing his father reunited after a long separation. He lowered his head and glanced at the ID card in his hand - Jie Shen, September 19, 1987: "Do you know me?"
"It looks like...the eyebrows are so similar..." The old man's eyes suddenly shone with tears, and his voice trembled. He quickly stepped forward and asked Wu Yu: "Little guy, is your surname Jie?"
Wu Yu looked at the old man, his brows slightly furrowed, like...who do his features look like?
"Is your grandfather or great-grandfather's name Xie Chen?" the old man asked excitedly.
Where can he find out the name of his grandfather or great-grandfather? Is he an orphan? He is destined to have no answer to this question... Wuyu looked at the old man calmly: "I don't know, they should have died long ago."
This simple sentence suddenly broke the old man's guard, and tears rolled down his eyes, "Ouch...! Sir... why did you die so early..."
Lao Mo was so frightened that he immediately stood up to comfort his grandfather and glared at Wu Yu: "You kid, can you speak?"
Wu Yu didn't get used to him, so he just bought something and pretended to be his father. Where did he get this kind of mysterious confidence: "Who knows what you are doing, so don't talk too much if you have a glass heart."
"You...!" Lao Mo angrily slapped the table with a fierce aura. Those who are capable of doing these crooked things have something to do with him. The next second, he was slapped on the head by the old man. His hair was too short and he could hear the slap. Voice: "You scared the kids!"
Lao Mo:…………
grandfather! I'm fucking helping you! ! !
Who is your grandson? !
The old man performed a one-second face change for Lao Mo. He went from looking at him angrily to looking at Wu Yu with a smile on his face: "Kid, are you not scared? My grandson is ignorant, why did you say that?" Your grandfather or great-grandfather must be dead?"
Wuyu rubbed his ID card with his fingertips. Instead of answering the other party's question, he asked directly: "Who is Jie Chen? What does it have to do with you?"
As soon as this question came out, the old man's tears sparkled again, and his voice was choked and he fell into sadness: "He is...he is...oh...how can he...at such a young age..."
Wu Yu clicked his tongue. He felt that the old man's cry was very artistic, as if Jie Chen was the Bai Yueguang who was out of reach in this person's heart and died long ago, or died at the moment of the strongest love...
Otherwise, why would I cry so hard just by a name at such an old age?
"Xie Chen was my grandfather's academy teacher when he was a child. Teachers in that era were still called sir." At this time, Lao Mo said in an aggrieved voice. He couldn't help but keep talking. His grandfather would keep crying. He just looked at that young man and wanted to cry. Degree…
He wanted to ask his grandfather before, {Is Xie Chen your husband? I see that you worship him like an ancestor, why do you care about him so much? ｝Now, let’s meet Mr. Najie’s grandson...
He seriously put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he met someone in that era who was extremely good-looking, well-educated, and most importantly, didn't mind that he was a mud-legged person...
He also remembered it clearly and couldn't forget anything. Probably... he would never meet such a brilliant person again in his life.
"Mr. Xie opened a small academy and taught the children in the village to read, learn, calligraphy and arithmetic for free without charging any fees. During this time, Mr. Xie would also hunt game for snacks for the half-grown boys from time to time.
My grandfather relied on his good craftsmanship to do it every time. According to my grandfather during those days, it was the first time in his life that he could only eat every three days.
Unfortunately, Mr. Xie left the village after his academy had been open for a year. My grandfather had an unforgettable memory of his teacher, and the thought of seeing him again became an obsession. "
Hearing this, Wu Yu looked at the old man who was still shedding tears. From what he heard, he realized that Jie Chen really belonged to this old man...
Bai Yueguang...?
Um, inappropriate, it should be the light that guides the way forward in life.
A mentor is like a lamp, pointing the way forward.
"Old man, don't be sad." Wu Yu sighed a little: "You are already so old. There is no way that Mr. Xie is still alive. He should have buried his bones in the mountains long ago."
"…………"
The young man's comfort had no effect at all, and the old man cried even more sadly.
Lao Mo couldn't help but glare at Wu Yu again and asked his grandfather's most concerned question: "Who are you, Mr. Reconciliation?"
