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Chapter 113 The Grass House in the Dark Night

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    After my words were thrown out, everyone dispersed as I said in a blink of an eye, but I still vaguely remember that Teacher Chen seemed to have collapsed again.

    But after she straightened up

    So I started running frantically to find.

    Or it is really almost impossible to hold on.

    I started to feel a little helpless.

    After all, if you look for it like this, there is really no goal or clue.

    And can't let go of every corner.

    And it's unexpectedly cold today.

    It's the kind of cold that penetrates to the bone.

    I really don't know if they have enough clothes?

    This place is unusually deserted, and there is not even a single shadow of people in this spot.

    How did they get there?  Didn't you ask for directions on the way?  If you keep going blindly like that

    That was bound to cause some bumps and bumps.

    Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shed tears.

    I was so scared, I was shaking with fear.

    It's the kind of uncontrollable trembling and severe pain in the heart.

    In addition to what I said just now, there is no one who can look at each other and cheer each other up by my side.

    Became very deserted and lonely.

    And it made me start to feel a little tired

    Of course, the important thing is not how I feel and feel sad at this time, but that we really need to speed up and continue to act.

    After all, what Pepe said, "Grandma seems to be asleep" was like a knife piercing my heart.

    This is so scary, I wish it was a nightmare and not the truth.

    Instead of this moment, we are feeling flesh and blood, getting our own short-breathed frantic quest.

    I don¡¯t know how long I¡¯ve been walking, but the light from the flashlight seems to be starting to fade, and I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s my hallucination.

    Pepe should be fast asleep at home, cherish me.

    After walking for a long time, I looked back and saw that there was only one road. It was really scary.

    I don't even know where I've been.

    I just keep going

    dare not stop

    At this time, what makes me feel more biting about the cliff is not the matter itself, but that I want such a small child, and take my grandma along the way, maybe they want to wait until dawn and get in line early  No., maybe for various reasons, what a terrible thing, and there is a "sleeping grandma" in the car that Pepe said

    I can't control it when I think of it.

    Can only find faster.

    Don't let go of any clues.

    Walking and walking, for some reason, I came to the side of a small house.

    This house is not gathered together like in a village, from house to house, but a single, like a thatched cottage where no one lives.

    But there is a lamp inside.

    Is there anyone here?

    Will it be Yang Yang and grandma?

    Or if Yangyang and grandma passed by here, did they ask about it?

    It's like the kind of light seed that sprouts suddenly from the darkness.

    I pointed the flashlight at the grass house like crazy.

    Go there.

    When I looked closely, I found that it was not a grass house, but a small wooden house surrounded by a lot of grass.

    How can there be such a house in this place, I have never seen it before.

    Maybe it's because I've really gone somewhere, where I haven't been before.

    I knocked hard on the door because I could see a light in the window.

    "Boom boom boom boom boom"

    ? No response.

    Probably knocked for a long time.

    Finally someone came to open the door.

    is an old grandfather.

    He looks very old, and seems to be wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses.

    Touch his ears from time to time, and maybe tell me that he is a little deaf, so he didn't hear my knock on the door just now.

    I am very afraid that he cannot understand Mandarin and can only speak dialect.

    I was also afraid of him. I could only speak in dialects, but not Mandarin. He said I couldn't understand.

    I had no choice but to compare with my hands, and then approached his ear over and over again, asking, "Have you ever seen a child this big?"

    & nbsp; "Then he took an old man! A grandma!"

    After saying it four or five times, Grandpa's expression was indifferent, and he was very dumbfounded. Obviously he didn't hear it.

    Then I continued, insisting on asking in his ear.

    For some reason, I always feel that there may be some clues.

    It's that kind of deep belief.

    Under my constant questioning, I almost shouted dry.

    Finally he responded.

    He actually nodded many times.

    The expressions began to become ferocious and firm.

    "My God!"

    My hunch was right.

    It is simply impossible to describe my mood at this time in words.

    It's simply amazing.

    The discomfort and oppression at this time have been washed away by joy.

    "Then grandpa, do you know where grandma and the others have gone? You can point me in a direction!"

    I keep asking.

    Because this old man seems to understand Mandarin.

    "Grandma, where did they go?"

    I asked again.

    Once, twice, three times, and four times, it was just my increasingly excited tone.

    But he didn't hear it.

    But obviously, judging from his struggling expression instead of his expressionless expression, he knew my purpose, and he wanted to hear clearly the reason for my asking.

    Because he saw it.

    By my gestures.

    At this moment, Grandpa's finger moved suddenly.

    One after another, he raised his arms.

    Then slowly walk towards me.

    Leave the house.

    It turned out that the lamp was a bedside lamp that was about to break down.

    Apparently he finally heard me.

    He pointed to the left.

    Outside the door on the left.

    Then he coughed slightly there.

    As if to say something.

    But did not say it.

    Is there any problem with this grandpa's throat? It really hurts a bit.

    Because whenever I see something like this, I will think of my father, or the grandfather of the thin monkey.  Then, there is Yangyang's grandma we are looking for.

    "Is it there?"

    He nodded again.

    "Did they come to you just now to ask for directions? Or what?"

    This sentence was repeated over and over again.

    finally.

    He spoke.

    It turned out that grandpa hadn't lost his language function, and I felt a bit of comfort. I couldn't help but put my hand on grandpa's back and told him to speak slowly.

    After staying here for a long time, I can still understand some common dialects. It seems that Grandpa is saying that he was sitting outside just now, because what he gestured with his hand was the outside of this house, on that piece of land.

    There is a rattan chair on that land.

    Did he mean he was just sitting there.

    So I asked this question again.

    But for the sake of efficiency, I plan to sit on the rattan chair directly, and then have a scene reenactment.

    I walked over immediately, sat down slowly, then looked back at Grandpa, and pointed my hand to the left again.

    Grandpa immediately nodded to confirm.

    Shouting "Alas! Alas! Yes"

    At this moment, his face was shrouded in some small halos.

    I don't know why, but my heart is sour.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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