The scene in front of him shocked Wang Lang, and the orchid beside him was also stunned.

The radish that was eating water was dumbfounded at the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, forgot to continue chewing for a moment.

After a while, the sound of Tuba eating radish came, accompanied by Tuba's self-talk, "It's cracked, it's cracked."

Wang Lang looked over there. The old willow tree was slashed by lightning just now, and it was emitting blue smoke. But there was something in the middle of the old willow tree, which was a little far apart and could not see clearly what it was. Only the thing was black, standing in the middle of the trunk of the old willow tree.

The people standing next to the ancient well at the entrance of the village suddenly knelt down together, not knowing what they were muttering in their mouths.

Wang Lang and Lan Huaer looked at each other, and they both wanted to go over and take a look, but they were afraid of being struck by lightning. After all, Wang Lang had really been struck by lightning before. He had suffered from sequelae and did not have the courage to go up and test it.

While the two were watching, a coughing sound came from the yard. They turned around and looked inside at the same time and saw a man in his fifties coming out of the house. His short hair was gray and his pants were covered with one leg of his pants and his legs were placed on his knees. He was placed normally, but his pants had been worn out.

A pair of old Jiefang brand green shoes, a blue hat with a tile and blue hat. She was holding an old man's cigarette in her mouth, and half of her beard turned white. When she came out, she was wearing clothes on her shoulders.

After taking a sip of smoke, two thick streams of smoke and water vapor sprayed out from the nose. I picked up the broken umbrella from the door, shook it and opened it.

"Damn it, what a broken weather? It's raining again, and it's still over." The old man walked over with an umbrella.

When he saw three people at the door, the old man was stunned, "Who are you guys?"

"The livestock seller encountered heavy rain and his car broke down. He was here to shelter from the rain and leave after he was taken away." Wang Lang explained with a smile.

The old man took a sip of cigarette, "What rain is there to avoid at the door?"

Wang Lang and the others were stunned for a moment, and the old man had already come.

"It's raining outside, go back to the house." The old man stood at the door and spoke.

Wang Lang grinned, "Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, what's wrong with this era? If you don't apologize for killing someone, you won't thank you if you have nothing to do. If you have no rules, you won't behave like a blind rule."

The old man went out as he spoke, and asked Wang Lang and his friends to go back to the house to shelter from the rain.

Wang Lang and his friends smiled and entered the house.

The old man stood at the door, holding a broken umbrella and looking at the entrance of the village. When he saw the old willow tree being split by lightning, he cursed and walked towards Laojing, muttering, "It's raining so heavily that I have to come over and wake up home."

Wang Lang and his friends entered the house.

The interior is simple to display.

The yellowed walls show the traces of time.

There is a large photo frame hanging on the wall, with many photos inside.

The furniture in the house is very old. On rainy days, flies are quietly lying down and are reluctant to move.

Wang Lang found a place to sit down, lit a cigarette, and used his internal force to remove the moisture in his body, steamed the moisture on his clothes, and looked around him.

Tuba was eating, staring at the photo frame on the wall and watching seriously.

There were unknown TV series on the TV in the room. Wang Lang couldn't watch it, so he changed the station to watch the news casually. After watching it for a while, Wang Lang took out his ears and felt that the undercurrent had never stopped.

Suddenly, many people shouted loudly from outside, "Here!"

Then he heard the sound of running in a uniform manner passing through the door. Wang Lang stretched his neck and looked at it, and found that the people from the ancient well at the entrance of the village had all run away.

The old man walked in with a broken umbrella, frowned, smoked the old man's cigarette, and a combination of smoke and moisture erupted from his nose. The old man muttered as he walked.

"A group of people are dying." The old man walked in and muttered.

When the old man came in, Wang Lang stood up and handed the old man a cigarette with a smile.

"Sit down, there is nothing delicious and delicious at home to entertain you. There is a place to shelter from the rain. Sit down. Let's go. I'm a bachelor. Don't expect me to make dinner for you. It's useless to pay." The old man pinned the cigarette Wang Lang gave him to him on his ears.

Wang Lang grinned, "If the rain stops, leave."

The old man suddenly looked at Tuba who was staring at the photo frame, "Look at what that one does, what can I see."

Tuba turned his head and looked at the old man, then looked at the photo frame, then pointed to a photo on the photo frame, and then grinned, like a child who had won by playing victorious love.

The old man also realized that Tuba had an unusual intelligence, walked over, smiled and took a sip of dry tobacco, "That's right, it's me."

Wang Lang also came over.

I found that Tuba pointed to a black and white photo. The photo was a young man, who was so handsome. Now, it is more than enough to take it out to be a star. It is a standard young man.

But looking at the old man now, time is really a killer. Except for the similarity between the eyebrows and eyes, other places really do not look like they were before.

The old man took a sip of dry cigarette and smiled. "I'm old, damn, the handsome girls in the village were around us at the time, but now even widows don't look down on them."

Wang Lang smiled, "That's a widow who has no vision."

The old man squinted his eyes on Wang Lang, and he became much more happy when Wang Lang flattered him.

The picture is found on all the photos, just like playing a connected game.

Looking for the photos one by one, I accurately found the old man on each photo and then pointed to the old man. The old man also played happily with Tuba.

After a while, Tuba pointed to the three people in a photo, pointed to a young man and pointed to the old man. The old man smiled and agreed that the young man was him.

But Tuba did not transfer to the next photo and stared at the photo of the three people. At this time, the old man was stunned, stared at the photo, and then looked at Wang Lang next to him, his face full of incredibleness.

Wang Lang stayed in place like thunder.

Tuba finally pointed at the man in the photo and pointed at Wang Lang again. Then he felt something was wrong. He looked at the photo silently and fell into deep thought.

Orchid was also attracted, and was stunned when he saw the person in the photo.

The man in the photo is actually three-point similar to Wang Lang, while the woman in the photo is also somewhat similar to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang has seen a photo of a woman and still carries it with him.
Chapter completed!