Hong Nianke leaned on the bed and looked at the dim little lamp on the bedside table.
The light was very dim, as if it could only illuminate that corner.
Light can always make people find their way. Even if they cannot see the road in front of them clearly, they can always make people feel a glimmer of hope.
But would Hong Nian feel like this at this time?
Or to be more precise, can she see hope at this time?
No!
It is very likely that Hong Nianke at this time is just like this lamp, glowing weakly in the darkness alone.
This faint light not only seemed to be mocking Hong Nianke's weakness, but also seemed to constantly remind her that what she wanted to find out was like a vast dark night with no direction at all.
Hong Nianke looked at the lamp for a long time, and then let out a long sigh.
And at this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside her, "Why is the girl sighing?"
This was a man's voice, very old, but also very powerful. It sounded like the sound made by a knife scratching on a stone.
The sound came so suddenly that Hong Nianke was really startled, and he jumped up from the bed almost instantly.
"Who?" Hong Nianke turned around and asked warily.
When Hong Nianke turned his head, he realized that from unknown time on, an old man was standing less than two meters away from him.
Due to the limited range of the light, Hong Nian couldn't see clearly the old man's appearance for a while, so he asked: "Who are you? Why are you so old...don't you know how to knock on the door when you enter other people's rooms?"
The old man chuckled when he heard the sound, and after a while he slowly replied: "What? You have forgotten me, an old man, so quickly?"
While speaking, the old man took a step forward and exposed his face to the illumination range of the small yellow light.
I saw that this old man was probably about ninety years old or older. He had no beard or eyebrows, red eyes, a small nose, but he had a big forked mouth, and a large row of buck teeth in his mouth. The teeth were very yellow and faced outward. Protruding. Not to mention, this old man looks quite young, but he still has a good mouth.
In addition, the old man's face was full of wrinkles. Even if a mosquito landed on his face at this time, it would probably be pinched to death by these wrinkles in minutes.
This old man is very familiar. He seems to be about 1.56 meters tall. He is wearing a white old-fashioned gray cloth jacket. One foot is wearing a shoe and the other is bare. He is leaning on an unknown origin. Where did you pick up the tree roots?
At first glance, there is no difference between the old man in front of him and the beggar on the street. To exaggerate a bit, even the beggar on the street is better than him.
But Hong Nian seemed to know this old man, because the moment she saw the old man in front of her clearly, she was suddenly startled, and it took her a long time to slowly say: "How could it be you?"
The old man looked at Hong Nianke with a smile, but although his face was smiling, there was no smile at all in his eyes.
Hong Nianke was a little frightened by the old man's knife-like eyes, and couldn't help but swallow. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back when it reached her lips.
The old man smiled slightly when he saw this and said, "Why can't it be me?"
Hong Nianke said quickly: "That's not what I meant..."
The old man said: "What does that mean?"
Hong Nianke said: "I want to say...why are you here? Shouldn't you...should be..."
The old man heard the "hahaha" and laughed, and said: "What...? Old man, should I stay in that dark place all my life? I can't even come out to take a breath?"
Hearing this, Hong Nianke waved her hands quickly and said: "No... no... no... I don't mean that! You can come out... this is great! After all, we have you in our Hua Handkerchief Sect. hope!"
Hong Nianke thought that her words would make the old man in front of her very happy, but when she heard the words "flower handkerchief", the old man frowned slightly.
Hong Nianke couldn't help being stunned when she saw this expression, and asked hurriedly: "Does your expression mean... that you don't want to return the red handkerchief?"
The old man glanced at Hong Nianke, then turned to look at the small yellow lamp beside the bed, sighed and said: "Red handkerchief... red handkerchief... red handkerchief..."
The old man put the three words "red handkerchief" in his mouth and chewed it for a long time, and finally said slowly: "If you hadn't mentioned it... maybe I would have forgotten the three words "red handkerchief"... let alone What kind of red handkerchief did you return...!"
"Then you..." Hong Nianke looked at the old man in front of him and said, "This is..."
The old man slowly raised his eyes and looked at Hong Nianke, and said calmly: "Old man, I am ninety-six years old this year... I came this time because I feel that I am destined to be with you, a girl... Some things have been put on hold for sixty years. It's not like hiding! Now it seems that you young people can still hold up the red handkerchief pretty well, so I have plans to solve those things!"
Hong Nianke frowned at the sound and said, "Some things have been put on hold for sixty years...? Are you talking about the Wuzi Rebellion?"
The old man didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
Seeing the old man nodding, Hong Nianke hurriedly asked: "Uncle Master... what happened back then?"
"Master-uncle...?" The old man couldn't help but grinned when he heard these three words, and said: "You are a little girl. You are not very old. I didn't expect you to be so polite!"
Hong Nianke hurriedly said: "Of course...after all, you are the only genius in our flower handkerchief sect in the past hundred years...also..."
Before Hong Nianke finished speaking, the old man waved his hand and said: "Those are already old almanacs, why do you mention them... Humph... the only genius in the past hundred years? That's because you little bastards didn't work hard enough! "
Hong Nianke hurriedly said: "It's not what you said... Even if I try hard, I can't reach your height... So..."
The old man was a little displeased, and coldly interrupted Hong Nianke's words, saying: "I already said that those things are from the old almanac... Since it is the old almanac, there is no need to mention it again!"
Seeing the old man's sudden change of tone, Hong Nian was startled and said hurriedly: "Okay...Okay! I won't mention it anymore..."
Seeing Hong Nianke's answer, the old man nodded slightly and said, "This is the right way! I don't have much time... So, just listen to what I say next, understand?"
Hong Nianke nodded quickly and said, "I understand!"
