He is really just a weak, pitiful, helpless old man who wants to find his coffin.
Why did his heart suffer so many shocks in such a short period of time?
The old man felt an unprecedented sadness in his heart.
The woman in front of him, who was the source of everything, who directed everything around him to bring terrible impact to him, could actually show such a warm and sweet smile.
What kind of vicious-hearted, soft-faced and cruel woman is she?
The old man has been wandering in this cemetery for so long.
This is the first time such a thing has happened.
He couldn't help but think that if he found his coffin this time, he would just stay in it and never come out again.
The premise is that he can really lie down in his coffin unharmed.
"Zizi... I, I remembered... pricks, pricks... I have... sizzling... on my body..."
The old man loosened his grip on the crutch, put the crutch aside, and tremblingly reached into the pocket of his tunic suit.
He took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, like a brocade bag.
It's just that this cloth bag looks very old, dusty and inconspicuous, and the stitching threads at the corners have fallen off.
The old man trembled with his hands and took a deep look at the bag. There was reluctance in his eyes, but he still handed it to Wang Qing resolutely.
"Only this...Zizi...for you..."
The old man knew very well that this was the only thing in his body worthy of Wang Qing's request.
Wang Qing forced herself to sit on this bench, and then threatened herself with the business cards dropped by Xue Tong, "Dog", and Sun Sihui.
That's probably why.
The old man only hoped that after he handed over his things, he could be let go by Wang Qing.
"Huh? This is it?"
Wang Qing took the broken bag from the old man's hand.
In the old man's eyes with some expectancy, he untied the tight rope and opened the bag.
Pour out a... gear from the bag.
Yes, it’s gears.
And it's still a very old metal gear that was disassembled from somewhere.
Surprisingly, although the gears were visibly old and worn, there was no trace of rust on them, and they only showed a darkened brass color.
The old man looked at Wang Qing nervously.
He was afraid that after taking the things, she would still be dissatisfied and continue to attack her old bones.
Wang Qing raised the gear to his eyes and looked up and down, left and right.
Nothing can be seen from this.
You can't rely on this thing to find the old man's home, right?
I don’t know what these family members think, what is the use of putting this thing on the elderly?
Wang Qing put away the gear, turned his head, and saw the timid look in the old man's eyes.
Seemingly worried that she wouldn't be able to help him find a home.
In Wang Qing's mother's heart, the compassion for the lonely old man surged up again.
Alas, it’s not easy for this old man.
Wang Qing put the gear into the bag and put it away, smiling at the old man reassuringly.
"Don't worry, just rest first and wait for the water to be bought."
When the old man heard this, he trembled all over.
Why?
He has already handed over his things, why are you still refusing to let him go?
demon!
The woman in front of me is definitely a devil!
But the old man dared not speak out in anger.
An instinct told him that even if Xue Tong and "dog" were not present, he could not hit Wang Qing with his crutch at this moment.
So the old man could only nodded cowardly.
after awhile.
Xue Tong took the "dog" and came back with a few bottles of water.
"Boss--" Xue Tong handed all the water to Wang Qing.
Wang Qing took a look at the water and saw unusual names such as "Nongshan Spring" and "Yi", a brand she didn't recognize.
The shape is no different from common mineral water, both are transparent bottles.
It's just that the liquid inside, whether it was Wang Qing's illusion, showed a faint red color under the sunlight.
It's like adding a small amount of phenolphthalein to water.
There was a circle of plastic paper around the bottle, with cursive characters printed on it. Wang Qing looked at it carefully and recognized that it seemed to read "Flesh and Blood Church".
What new brand is this? It sounds so good.
Wang Qing picked up a bottle of water and handed it to the old man, "You must be thirsty, please drink first."
When the old man saw the water Wang Qing handed him, he still didn't dare to take it: "This, this is... Zizi... for me?"
"Of course, a bottle of water is nothing, just drink it." Wang Qing thought that the old man was embarrassed to accept the things given by strangers, and comforted him softly.
The old man looked straight at the seal with the words "Flesh and Blood Church" written on the mineral water.
He took the water from Wang Qing's hand hesitantly.
Wang Qing smiled, picked up another bottle, looked at Sun Sihui sitting on the bench, and asked: "Security Sister, would you like to drink some water too?"
Sun Sihui noticed that there were only three bottles of water that Xue Tong brought. If she drank it, how would Xue Tong and Wang Qing divide the remaining bottle?
Sun Sihui shook her head, "I, I'm not thirsty."
Wang Qing did not persuade Sun Sihui anymore. He took the bottle himself and left the remaining bottle of water to Xue Tong.
"Xue Tong, you should drink some too. I've been out for so long and I haven't drunk any water."
Xue Tong held the water and nodded blankly.
Wang Qing unscrewed the bottle of water in his hand, poured some into his hand, and handed it to the "dog"'s mouth.
"Come on, come and have a drink too."
The "dog" purred happily and came to Wang Qing's hand.
Under the thick, tentacle-like dog hair, a bright red tongue stuck out, and it seemed to be steaming hot.
"Prickly~" The "dog" happily drank water from Wang Qing's hand.
Xue Tong also opened the water and drank it naturally.
The old man looked at the mineral water in his hand, unscrewed it, and took a small sip from the bottle.
The first water poured into his throat, and it seemed as if rain came after a long drought, and his eyes, as old as dry wells, lit up.
Sun Sihui noticed that after drinking the water, the ravine-like wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to relax a bit.
Rather than drinking water, the old man seemed to be drinking something precious.
After only taking a few sips, he quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and carefully collected the water.
After feeding the "dog" water, Wang Qing turned around and asked the old man: "Old man, we can continue to help you find your home now."
Old man: "Huh?"
Wang Qing: "Where is your home? Do you have any impressions?"
elder:"……"
Why are you still obsessed with this issue?
Wouldn't it be better to just let yourself go home?
The old man feels regret now.
If I had known that I would just lie down today and not come out at all.
However, facing Wang Qing's kind smile, he could only say aggrievedly: "Here, in... the cemetery, Zizi... Row 12, Zizi, No. 7."
