Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1945 Tribulation (19)

Cleared his throat and stood up straight.

Suddenly, he transformed into an old man with gray hair and no beard.

The crutch in his hand disappeared, and the scary leaves on his head also disappeared.

He has a kind face and is wearing an unremarkable cloth.

After changing his body, he looked down at himself.

no problem.

Then, he knocked on the door.

"Knock-knock knock-knock-"

The wind is strong and the sound is also loud.

The woods next to it were rattling by the wind, and the broken and unstable gate creaked.

In such a noisy and windy environment, the few knocks he knocked were like a needle falling, small and subtle, mixed in, and couldn't be heard at all.

Except for himself.

The old man in the land probably also realized this, and stood up straight.

Knock again, louder this time.

"Knock-knock knock-knock-"

That poor door was kicked open just today.

It was finally repaired, but in the end, it was still being swept by strong winds every moment.

Now, it is still being knocked hard.

The sound from the crumbling door was extremely ear-piercing.

It was shocking, and it seemed that I would not be able to hold it any longer.

"crunch-"

The poorly devastated door finally opened.

But only a small gap was opened.

After the gap, a small figure was revealed, with those wet, beautiful and clean eyes.

Thin and small, with baggy clothes.

Just holding on to the handle of the door tightly, looking at the people outside.

Do not speak, very vigilant.

Like a kitten with bristled fur, full of vigilance.

Looking at his eyes, strange and hostile.

There was a kind smile on the old man's face.

"Hello, Xiaochen."

"I gave you steamed buns last time. My name is Grandpa Zhang. How are you? Do you remember me?"

"..." The young boy hiding behind the broken door stared at him quietly, his beautiful wet eyes were dark.

It was pitch-black, like a cub that could bite before it grew up, even if its teeth were not yet sharp, it could still pounce on it at any time.

On alert, attack.

It always seems to give people a feeling of dread.

"..." The kind smile on Old Land's face could not be maintained.

He was like this, only opened a crack, and did not speak.

The small hand tightly grasped the lock behind the door, grasping very hard.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would break in, and that he seemed to be a bad person.

Just staring at him, not responding, silent.

Dead silence.

In the air, there was only the sound of the whistling wind, and the rushing sound from the nearby woods.

Across the door, the two inside and outside just fell into an inexplicably awkward atmosphere.

Inexplicably weird.

The land old man waited for a while, seeing that he didn't speak, he tried his best to smile and changed from behind.

A good and fresh grass carp was delivered to the door just like that.

court.

Be as kind as possible.

"No, my family just caught a few fish on the mountain today, and they are still fresh."

"Thinking... There are only a few people in my family, and I can't finish it, so I'll just give you one."

"You take it back and cook it, or use it to make soup, it's not bad, the taste is—"

"Need not."

The thin young man behind the door interrupted him abruptly with his childish and sandy voice.

His dark eyes stared at him, and the hand behind the door frame was tightly pressed, very hard.

"Thanks, but I don't need it."

He was always like this, very wary.

Whether it is bullying him or expressing kindness to him.

That's all, keep it out.

(End of this chapter)