The three of you looked at me and I looked at you, completely dumbfounded.
What is he crying for?
Han Sanqian took two people, walked over in a few steps, stood gently beside the old man, concerned and puzzled, and whispered: "Old senior, what's going on?"
"Are you feeling guilty for looking down on us Han Sanqian before?" Pangolin chuckled: "No need to, because if that's the case, then the guilty tears of all the people in the world can form a sea."
Xia Wei shook her head with a wry smile, glanced at the pangolin speechlessly, and said: "Stop talking nonsense. These bloodworms are harmful to all directions, and the old man must have all kinds of troubles living here. Now that the big problem has been eliminated, the old man must be crying with joy.
.”
Han Sanqian said nothing, quietly waiting for the old man's answer.
The old man stopped sobbing, but looked at the pothole in front of him and sighed bitterly: "Do you know why there is a pothole about one meter high and one meter wide dug in front of my door?"
The three of them looked at each other, and Xia Wei said: "Isn't this to leave space for entering the house? Why can't it be crushed to death by the plasticine on top?"
Han Sanqian shook his head slightly, signaling Xia Wei not to continue.
If you want to leave space in front of the door, it only needs to be half a meter wide or half a meter high. After all, the door is not very big.
But such an oversized design seems to be time-consuming, laborious and of little significance to an old man who is quite old and very short.
In fact, Han Sanqian has always had doubts about this.
The old man smiled and said: "Since ancient times, when people add years to their years, they make themselves a coffin, lest the day of death comes and they don't even have a place to stay."
"There are no trees in this extremely snowy land, so I can only adapt to local conditions."
"You mean, the pothole in front is both the door of the house and..." Han Sanqian has already thought of its purpose.
The old man nodded: "Yes, it is my coffin and my grave."
As soon as these words came out, although Han Sanqian was a little surprised, it was mostly expected.
The pangolin glanced at Han Sanqian, then at Xia Wei, who was suddenly a little depressed, and smiled: "Why are you talking about this? Han Sanqian won, and these bloodworms are also the ones who will die. You are still too early to use this coffin.
It’s here.”
The old man did not respond. He turned back and looked at Han Sanqian and said: "You saved me and I saved you. We are even. However, after you woke up, I helped this girl to make you faster.
Restoration, you two don’t have any objections to this, right?”
Pangolin and Xia Wei nodded, this is indeed the case.
"Since there is no objection, well, Mr. Han, then you owe me a favor." The old man smiled slightly: "Now I ask you to return this favor."
After saying that, the old man stood up, stood up slowly, then walked out of the room, entered the hole, lay down on his side, and closed his eyes: "This favor is just to trouble Mr. Han to bury the old man."
"You and I are in the clear."
"After you bury me, the extreme snow will suddenly dissipate three days later. You have six hours, which is twelve hours, to leave here. In addition, if there is anything you like in this house, just take it away and give it to me as an old man.
Everyone."
When the three of them heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, wondering what the old man meant.
How come the old man, who is so good, suddenly becomes like this?
"Old senior, did the three of us do something wrong?" Han Sanqian looked at the old man apologetically and whispered.
"Yes, senior, if we didn't tell you what we did, why would we be so desperate?" Xia Wei also said anxiously.
"You seem to be acting like a group of bloodworms. Why, if they die, you still have to be buried?" The pangolin chirped. Although the words were harsh, they were actually concerned.
The old man smiled bitterly: "Although I am a useless old man, how can I die for some mere insects? But, they are dead, can I still live?"
"Since you can't live, it's better to die early. At least you are strong and can build a good grave for the old man. It is better than having to throw yourself into the grave and bury him half exposed when he is still alive."
