The little green plum in Song Shao's arms is so sultry

Chapter 126 The Treasure in the Hill
He is not a saint, he is just a young Song Jin.

"The old man passed away, and the sugar water business is gone." The old lady looked at the warehouse through the window: "My children, why would they want to learn these things, and directly drove the old man to the hospital? It was not good in the first place, who would have thought that this anger would never wake up in the hospital bed."

When she heard this, she was silent for a while, and said two words: "Sorry."

The old lady said nonchalantly: "What are you sorry for? Everyone has their own fate. The old man's life is not good, and he couldn't see his sugar water business flourish. Speaking of it, he didn't die for a long time, he left the summer of the year before last, hey Yo, the sun was shining that day, my grandson felt sorry for his grandpa, and quietly put his sunscreen hat on his tombstone."

She suddenly stood up tremblingly. The figure of the old lady was so thin, she was gradually swallowed up by monsters in the darkness in the dark night. Yu Sheng gently supported her, and the old lady gasped: "That radio in the living room Below... there is a bunch of keys, child, help the old woman get them."

This is a bunch of rusty keys, and the speckled red rust is all over the whole bunch of keys. It is as weak as an old lady, as if if you hold it tighter, it will melt into a puff of smoke and disperse.

"Oh..." The old lady suddenly called out, her eyes were deep, she kept looking at the key in Yu Sheng's hand: "He's gone... It's been so many years."

The love is so far-reaching, it suddenly disappears, but it seems to be still by my side, the old lady still has an obsession in her heart, how can her old man die?The sugar water is not finished yet.

No one has been to that warehouse for a long time, and the rusty key miraculously opened the lock, but the equipment inside is very new, as if someone wipes it carefully every day, but why does the key get rusty? ?

"The old man put this key under the radio, and I haven't touched it." The old lady seemed to have guessed Yu Sheng's doubts, and she slowly explained: "After he passed away, I never touched this key again. Instead, the locksmith gave me a new set of keys, but just yesterday, the new set of keys was lost.”

She broke away from Yu Sheng's hand that was supporting her all the time, and walked towards the machine with slow steps. She touched the cold machine, but her tone was so gentle and gentle: "Old man, it's my turn to make sugar water today." , you are not allowed to despise my craftsmanship."

She looked at Yu Sheng gently: "If you let me, an old woman, make sugar water, you won't be disgusted with it, will you?"

Yu Sheng shook his head: "How could that be?"

Although the old lady is old, she is very skilled in handicrafts. In just three to four minutes, a bowl of traditional sugar water is made, with some raisins sprinkled on it. The taste is not too fragrant, but there is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

"You also do this?" Yu Sheng asked curiously, "Why do you..."

She just shook her head: "Can the sugar water made by me still be authentic? I'm just a half-learned. When the old man makes it on weekdays, he always asks me to watch it from the sidelines. When I make it, he insists on asking me to make it first." Taste it, watch it... and learn it."

Yu Sheng took a sip, and the taste was not much different from what he remembered. Although the varieties were different, after careful remembrance, he could also find similarities among them.

The old lady looked at her expectantly: "How does it taste?"

Yu Sheng smiled slightly: "It's not much different from what I remember, your skills are very similar to your husband's."

The old lady was a little surprised: "Have you tasted the old man's craft? I have a good memory, and you are so good-looking. Why don't I have any impression of you?"

"I've never been here before." Yu Sheng said slowly, "It's a young man, with all his warmth and tenderness, he brought me the most precious and sweet pineapple grape soup from here."

The old lady was slightly taken aback: "It can't be..."

"It can't be him." Yu Sheng smiled and denied the old lady's thoughts: "He is not as saintly as you said."

The old lady didn't ask for money, but looked at Yu Sheng's lantern and smiled gently: "This little lantern looks pretty, how about I exchange a flashlight for your little lantern?"

Yu Sheng didn't refuse, because she remembered that the next final location was a small hill. It was too inappropriate to rush into the hill with a small lantern with fire, and there was even a risk of triggering a mountain fire. Changing the flashlight was the best choice.

The mountain road at night is not dangerous, shrouded in full moonlight, and the trees in the mountain are still growing with dark green leaves. There are not many trees, and it looks very empty.

Yu Sheng didn't take the small map Song Jin gave him, but relied on his excellent memory to explore step by step.

In the end, she stood under a nearly dead willow tree, there was nothing else around her, it was empty and lonely, and the misty moonlight shone on the tree. Yu Sheng remembered that Song Jin was still near the little treasure chest on the map. Draw a small cross.

She searched the vicinity carefully and patiently, and found a small digging shovel in a ravine that could only accommodate a three-year-old child.

Picking up the flashlight and shining it on the willow tree, she was as agile as her, but within three or four seconds, she found a very faint scratch. She calculated the time in her heart, and according to the depth and color of the scratch, it should not be long. things.

It was a faint "S". His slender fingers lightly touched the scratch, fixed the position down, and dug with a shovel.

The thing was not buried very deep. After two or three minutes of digging, Yu Sheng felt that the digging shovel touched a hard object. On one side, I finally saw the mysterious treasure under the willow tree.

This is a box about the size of five palms. It is an iron box with a piece of white paper pasted on it. To be precise, it is a piece of white paper that has turned yellow. masterpiece.

"Congratulations, my girl, you have found my most precious treasure, and now it belongs to you."

Yu Sheng laughed dumbly, gently tore off the white paper, carefully folded it, and put it in his pocket. Looking at this plain iron box, Yu Sheng's heart was beating violently. His hands were trembling a little.

The moonlight is like a hazy veil, which adds a bit of mystery to the iron box. She is terrified and powerless. Schrödinger's theory starts to take effect at this moment. She doesn't know what is inside, and she doesn't know what to do after opening her Surprise or sadness.

In the end, Yu Sheng overcame the distracting thoughts of the new China, found a stable stone and sat down, without even turning on the flashlight, and slowly opened the iron box under the hazy and bright moonlight.

(End of this chapter)