The 365-day trial marriage of the male god: the sweet wife is a bit wild

Chapter 818 It's been too long, I can't remember clearly

In a secluded alley.

The figures are sparse.

The damp walls are already mottled, and the white walls are covered with a layer of moss, outlining the silhouette of the years.

"Master Jie, this is the address we found." Yao glanced at the bottom map in his hand, and pointed to a low bungalow in front.

This area was an earlier expatriate area, where a lot of Chinese and overseas Chinese were concentrated.

The style of the building is also imitating the Jiangnan Rain Lane in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The small river passes through the stone bridge, and the misty rain is hazy, which is very artistic.

Later, because of reconstruction, the whole street was relocated.

There are only rows of old houses left, which have not had time to be demolished.

Most of the old houses are empty and listed as dangerous.

There are only a few rooms left, and people can occasionally be seen coming in and out. They are considered old residents here.

Because of reluctance, he did not move out for a long time.

The old craftsman they are going to visit this time lives in one of the old houses.

"Mr. Huo has no children. He is the inheritor of the old craftsmanship. He has taken in several apprentices, all of whom have already graduated. Now he works as a designer in a major jewelry store. He is financially well-off. It is because of nostalgia that he has been living here."

While walking towards the old house, Yao reported the collected information one by one.

Before they reached the bungalow, they saw an elderly man sitting on a rocking chair in front of the house.

The wooden rocking chair swayed leisurely.

Next to the rocking chair, there is an old sandalwood tea table with some simple tea sets, a cup of hot tea, and white mist.

Floating on the old man's wrinkled face, there was an indescribable peace on the contrary.

"Is it Mr. Huo?" Yao stepped forward, bowed politely, and asked.

Shan Hanjie stood one step away, carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

Very humble place.

If it wasn't for looking for it deliberately, it would be impossible for anyone to think that there is a well-known craftsman hidden here.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

Seeing someone coming, the old man sat up from the rocking chair and reached for the hearing aid on the tea table.

After putting it on, he turned his head to look at Shan Hanjie and Yao who were standing beside him, and raised his finger to shake between the two of them.

"Who are you looking for me?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Shan Hanjie and Yao looked at each other, Yao immediately nodded respectfully and took a step forward.

"Mr. Huo, we are visitors who come here for fame, and want to ask Mr. Huo about a hairpin from more than 20 years ago." Yao handed over the design drawing in his hand.

Fearing that the old man would not be able to see clearly, he thoughtfully took the reading glasses on the table for him.

Time is not forgiving, and the 88-year-old is the most elite craftsman, and has reached the point where he has to be taken care of.

Not to mention craft creations.

"More than 20 years ago, it's been too long, I can't remember..." Mr. Huo didn't reach out to take the design drawing in Yao's hand, but looked at the two of them warily.

"Who are you? As the client, we must not disclose the privacy of the guests."

"If we are the parties involved." Shan Hanjie stepped forward, took out the jewelry box in his hand, and opened it in front of Mr. Huo.

"Huo Laoke has an impression of this hairpin?"

"..."

Huo Lao's body shook, as if he had seen some precious treasure, his eyes glistened with moisture.

Weiwei stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the hairpin of the box.

"Snapped--"

Shan Hanjie closed the box with his hands together.

"Let me take another look!" Huo Lao frowned displeasedly, and lowered his voice.

(End of this chapter)