Chapter 101 Wang Laoshuan

"Are you from the Yong family?" The old farmer looked at Yong Bowen suspiciously, "You child, how can you curse the death of your family? It's really insignificant! What do you have to do with Mr. Yong? Is it his distant relative? Have they moved? After so many years, it's time to move to a house. The feng shui in this place is not very good.

Yong Bowen glanced at the cotton. Seeing that the old black cat must have nodded, he said, "Mr. Yong is my grandfather. My father's name is Yongrong, also called Yong Huarong." The ranking of the Yong family genealogy, Hanhua is erudite, but when it comes to the generation of Yongrong, because there is a rush between Hua in the name, Yong Hansheng is the master, remove the Chinese character in the middle, and only two words are left, and the Chinese character will be added again in the next hundred years.

"Are you the son of Little Brother Rong?" The old farmer looked at Yong Bowen and said, "That's even worse. Even if it's a joke, you can't curse your family. Do you understand this? How unlucky!"

Hearing what the old farmer said, Yong Bowen was a little suspicious. The mage does not believe that talking casually will avoid this kind of thing, and an insider will never speak in such a tone. If this old farmer is really an old man in peace in those years, even if he has lived in seclusion in the countryside for many years, he will not say anything from a layman. He couldn't help looking at the cotton again. He just hated the old black cat, which was exquisite and slippery but could not speak. Otherwise, he could also ask the old farmer who he was.

But since that's all said, Yong Bowen couldn't help but answer, and said, "Sir, what I just said is really true. Now I'm the only one left in the Yong family, and everyone else has passed away!"

Now the old farmer was really stunned and muttered, "How can this be? Mr. Yong is a living immortal. Why is he gone? When I left, he still said with a smile that when I came back, he would bring him local bacon and drink a few cups with me. Why was it gone? What about the big family of the Yong family? Why is it gone?

Yong Bowen saw that the old farmer was depressed and couldn't stand still, so he quickly let him into the house.

Although the furniture of this old house has not been taken care of for many years, it was also made of good materials at the beginning, and it was not broken.

Yong Bowen found a rag in the car and wiped the dust, let the old man sit down and relax. He took a bottle of mineral water from the car for him. Seeing that he slowly recovered from the shock, he asked, "Grandpa, what's your name?"

"My name is Wang Laoshuan. At the beginning, Mr. Yong called me Shuanzi. He also said that my name was too rustic and wanted to change my name. Unfortunately, I left without waiting to change it." The old farmer squeezed the mineral water and said, "I was reluctant to leave at the beginning, but my father remembered that the fallen leaves returned to the root and the old house in his hometown, and insisted on moving back to the customs. Oh, tell me, why is such a good person like Mr. Yong gone? What kind of bloody case did you just say?

Yong Bowen nodded and told the story of the bloody case. Yong Hansheng has never told him in detail about this matter. What he knows is from the Ai family, which is basically a hearsay, and many details can't be said.

After hearing this, Wang Laoshuan asked, "You really have a great life. It's not easy to escape this disaster."

Yong Bowen said, "At that time, my grandfather and Grandpa Songyan took me to an old friend's house, so I escaped the difficulty. Later, Grandpa Songyan and Grandpa died one after another, and I was sent to someone else's house for foster care. As for the later things that Yong Hansheng made a scene at the headquarters of the International Commission of International Judiciary in New York and entered the headquarters of the Grand League in retaliation, because he was not sure of the identity of the old farmer, he naturally did not mention it.

After listening to this, Wang Laoshuan sighed and patted his thighs and said, "Alas, Mr. Yong has accumulated virtue and done good deeds all his life. He is a famous living immortal in ten miles and eight villages. Even the senior officials in the province came to see him to see if he was sick. How could he end up with a broken family when he was old? God is really not open-catching. You are blind!" Although he looked a little sad, it was probably just the kind of sympathy shown by an outsider who did not do his own business. The more he made Yong Bowen feel that this old man would not be a family of Taipingdao in those years. Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so insipid when he heard that the head family destroyed the family, so he stopped talking and stopped talking in detail. Instead, we talked about some things in the new countryside in those years. Old people usually like to recall the past, and Wang Laoshuan is no exception. As soon as he talked about the things in the village when he was young, he immediately talked about it. Yong Bowen has also heard Yong Hansheng say some interesting things about the village before, and what he told Wang Laoshuan at this time can also prove it.

After chatting for more than 20 minutes, Wang Laoshuan got up and left. Yong Bowen had been a little impatient for a long time. Seeing that Wang Laoshuan was finally leaving, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He pretended to leave a few words and sent Wang Laoshuan away.

Wang Laoshuan went out of the door and said goodbye to Yong Bowen. He said that he would go to the village to meet other old friends, so he slowly walked to the village. Seeing that his body and bones were not very healthy, he didn't know how the old man's children could be assured that he had gone so far away at such an old age.

Yong Bowen saw Wang Laoshuan go far away. He turned his head and asked Cotton, "Who is he?"

Cotton looked at Yong Bowen very seriously and cried twice. He jumped to the ground, jumped and flipped. A rare person stood up, raised his two front paws and made a random gesture. Then he was busy for more than two minutes. Then he stopped and looked at Yong Bowen with hope.

Yongda Tianshi touched his chin and thought for a long time, and said seriously, "I don't understand what you mean!"

The poor cotton ploped to the ground.

"Okay, okay, I know you're working hard, but I just can't figure it out." Yong Bowen picked up the cotton comfortingly, "You said that you are stupid enough. You have been with my grandfather for so many years. He meditate and practice every day. Even if you don't teach you, you can learn one or two tricks. If you practice well, it should be no problem to evolve into a demon. Which one with this opportunity will soon become a goblin and change human form? Well, with such good convenience, you can't even say a word until now. What a stupid cat.

The cotton simply covered his ears, closed his eyes, and lay down in Yong Bowen's arms like a dead cat. He didn't move, no matter how he nagging, he just turned a deaf ear.

Yong Bowen had no choice but to take the old cat. He had to pack up his things, drive out of the hospital, close the door again, and drive away. He has a lot of things to do.

As soon as Yong Bowen left the car, a person slowly appeared in front of the gate like a ghost. It was Wang Laoshuan.

It was still the old look, but it swept away the look of the ordinary old farmer. When he stood there, the abyss stopped Yue, and the turbid old eyes were shining. He turned over the master's demeanor, and there was no old attitude. He reached out in the air and grabbed the windy tail that the car took up when it left. He put it on the end of his nose and sniffed it gently. He turned around without bending down. He jumped high in the flat ground and easily climbed over the courtyard wall nearly two meters high. His movements were light and smooth. How could he be old-fashioned?