The bench of this sharpener is embedded with grinding wheels and whetstones. At the front of this end, there is an iron blade that has been sharpened many times!

That might be just a "protective" used by this profession to indicate identity, but at this moment, I couldn't help but overlap this sudden sharpening old man with a "shadow" who could kill.

Sun Lu took a step forward, blocked me halfway, looked at Ding Xieling, turned his head and said to me in a low voice:

"We made a mistake? The fifth person who sharpened the knife? Is the guy who killed and skinned?"

When I saw the iron blade, I was also shocked, but now I could see the expressions of the old man sharpening the knife and Ding Xieleeng clearly.

I rolled my eyes and shoved Sun Lu, "Don't think about it anymore, they just know each other!"

Seeing that the old man sharpening the knife was also scared by Sun Tuzi, I breathed a sigh of relief and said to the old man:

"Hello uncle, my old house is nearby. I came back to check it out, but this mute... Ding Xieling snatched my bag. We just followed him and wanted to take the bag back."

The old man sharpened his knife blinked and frowned and asked, "Really? Are you not here to bully him?"

I touched my body and gave Sun Lu a wink.

Sun Lu knew it and took out his work certificate from his pocket and showed it to the old man, "Uncle, we are both policemen, this woman... This lesbian is a lawyer. We are here to do private affairs, not what you think."

The old man sharpening knife didn't seem to be the kind of person who likes to talk too much, and just muttered, "Little slanted eyes are snatching the bag? Shouldn't it?"

Then, he took out a plastic bag from the basket behind the bench and handed it to Ding Xieling, but his face said to us:

"An, I am his uncle, I just brought him a stutter. It's nothing, I'll leave first."

Ding Xieling grabbed the plastic bag with one hand. Sun Lu and I watched him open it. There were a stack of pancakes rolled with pickled shredded vegetables.

The old man sharpening the knife seemed unwilling to stay longer, so he gave the pancake to Ding Xieling, looked at us again, turned his face and left.

My mind was really messy at this moment, but I still subconsciously followed me, and at the same time I didn't forget to point at the cardboard box, suggesting that Sun Tuzi brings the skull.

I followed the old man, put my backpack on my shoulders, and asked, "Uncle, are you and Ding Xielen relatives?"

"No, I just met his parents and watched him grow up. No, no one died in his family, and only such a stupid child was left. If I brought him stuttering from time to time, would he not starve to death?"

Perhaps it is difficult for modern people to understand what this old man means, but I grew up in the countryside and maybe I have fallen behind a lot of things, but I can understand the concise and vague words of this old man.

I said, "You are always a good person, just take care of him."

The old man sharpened his knife stopped, turned his face and frowned his eyebrows at me:

"What the hell is going on? I know this child so much. He had encephalitis when he was a child. He was already stupid. Later, he fell into the river in winter and almost drowned. After being rescued by a kind-hearted person, he was stunned when he was stunned. I said, this child is stupid, but he is not a bad boy? How can he rob your bag?"

The old man asked straightforwardly, and I could only answer directly: "How can I know? I just went back to my old house to see me. When I was at the entrance of the alley on the street, I saw a child throwing him with firecrackers, so I drove the pile of broken children away and gave him some money. As soon as I got into the alley, he snatched my bag away and ran all the way here."

The old man sharpening the knife is probably really a kind-hearted man. He looked at me for a while and shook his head and said, "He couldn't explain this clearly, he just stuttered Ding Xieling."

Although I was confused at this moment, I hadn't forgotten that the beginning of this strange thing was that Ding Xielen grabbed my bag first.

When I saw the old man's teeth were brown, I took out a cigarette and handed him a piece of it. When I saw that he picked it up, I quickly helped him light it.

I thought about it for a while and simply told him directly that although it was an accident when we met Ding Xieling here, I was considered a civil servant. Now the ZF organization welfare resettlement unit is quite complete. If Ding Xieling is really helpless and has no ability to take care of himself, then I think about it and maybe I can help him, which is better than him freezing to death here. But before that, I have to try my best to understand his own situation. The key is that when I report it, I have to explain it to the people next to me.

The old man sharpened his knife frowned and sucked two puffs of cigarettes, saying to me, "What's the point? He's just a wild child who is unattended, stupid!"

He said this, but he must have accepted what I said in his heart.

He said while smoking:

"Just a few words. This child was seriously ill when he was a child and had a bad mind. I remember that at that time, he was only eight or nine years old. He was encouraged by a group of fucked children to skate on the river and fell into the ice hole. He was dirty and stupid. People around him were unwilling to save him when they saw it. As a result, a man named Xu from the front street, who was shirtless in the winter and jumped into the ice hole to touch him."

My eyelids twitched: "The surname of Qianjie is Xu? Then what?"

Although the old man sharpening the knife is not very fond of talking, he obviously cares about Ding Xielen.

Seeing that I asked carefully, he thought I didn't find it strange. He thought I was really kind-hearted, so he sighed "hi" and simply put down the bench, habitually stepped on one leg and straddled his head, raised his head and said to me:

"That's been a few years ago? It's been thirty or forty years? I was only twenty years old at that time, how could I remember so clearly? I said, if you really have a little heart... Don't blame me for being rude, I'm not educated. Your guy just gave me a work permit, and I don't know what it was written on it... I just said... I said that your ZF department should be in charge, and that's what..."

I recalled that although Ding Xieling had a beard, the clarity of his eyes and the uprightness of his body were indeed as he mentioned.

I really couldn't discuss with him the experiences of age and Ding Xielen. After thinking for a while, I caught the key question I thought:

"What are the names of the one with the surname Xu in Qianjie?"

"Xu Tiancong!"

The old man slapped his thigh and lit me with his cigarette butt, "I tell you, I have a deep impression of this person. Oh, this old man never says a word to his neighbors, nor does he get involved in anything. What do neighbors call him behind his back? Call him "Old insect cocoon"! He is gloomy all day long, half dead... Oh, I really didn't like him at that time! But..."
Chapter completed!