Dou Sprout covered his face and said aggrievedly: "I was wrong! Mainly because I just drank some wine and couldn't control myself. Let's find a solution quickly!"
As night fell, the clock on the wall read a quarter past seven. I was about to speak with a dark face when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Brother! I'm back! Come pick up my dad!"
"Open the door quickly!"
There was no other way, so I braced myself and opened the door.
Outside the door, I saw the fat man covering his head tightly and holding a small bag on his waist. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I didn't dare to breathe all the way. Is my dad okay? Thanks, brother."
"Well... your dad is fine. Come on, don't go in yet. I want to ask something. Let's have a cigarette at the door before we go in."
I held the fat man in my arms and walked aside, deliberately coughing for the rest of the room to hear.
The fat man blew out a puff of smoke and said with a smile: "What's the matter, brother?"
I didn’t know what to say, but suddenly I saw a bracelet of Buddhist beads on the fat man’s wrist, so I immediately asked: “Hey, brother! Is your bracelet from Hainan Huanghuali?”
"I didn't expect you knew wood, brother?"
The fat man grinned, took off the bracelet and handed it to me: "Look carefully, what kind of wood is this?"
I took it and looked at it carefully.
The string is 2.0 in diameter and is shiny and oily. The surface of the bracelet is covered with grimace lines. If you put it close to your nose, you can clearly smell the unique fragrance of sea yellow. Except that the color is a bit purple, it looks like Hainan yellow.
Rosewood.
"Haha, let me tell you brother quietly, I'm actually not going to Handan today, I'm going to the big city. This is a newly introduced wood in our country called purple willow! I will rely on it to buy a house and a car in the future. Forget it.
Yes, I’m taking my dad back."
When the two of us entered the house, the carpet on the floor had been laid, and everything was restored as before.
When he saw the fat man, the old man in the wheelchair was instantly excited. He wanted to move but couldn't, and kept screaming.
"Dad, what do you want to say? What's wrong? You need to go to the toilet?"
The old man had drool at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were fixed on our carpet.
At this time, I hurriedly said: "I haven't seen you for a day. I must miss you! You can see how excited the old man is!"
"Haha, yes! Let's go back, brother." After saying that, he pushed the wheelchair out.
We were so nervous at that moment, but when we saw the two of them leaving, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
The old man severely criticized Dou Sprout Zai for his bad behavior while drinking. This time, he almost died! Fortunately, the old man could not speak or move his hands or feet. He was equivalent to a semi-vegetative state, so we were not afraid of him pointing out anything.
By 12:30 at night, when the number of people on the street at the bus station gradually dwindled, we began to fill in the stolen holes.
I didn't even dare to turn on the flashlight, so I just worked in the dark.
In order to speed up the process, two people loaded the soil, and I used a small cart to push back the more than ten square meters of grave soil hidden in the toilet one by one, and then backfilled it into the hole.
I worked all night, but it was okay. It was dawn soon, but at about three o'clock, I heard my head was talking to someone on the phone at the door of the store for a long time.
I've already done most of it, and I plan to finish it in just two or three hours tonight.
Unexpectedly, as it was approaching noon that day, the fat man suddenly pushed his father over.
The fat man's face lost his smile and turned dark.
We were all in the room, so I asked, "What's the matter, brother?"
The fat man had no expression on his face. He walked around the room with his hands behind his back.
Having learned from yesterday's lesson, we reinforced the plywood of the hole cover so that no one could fall if stepped on.
The fat man turned around, stopped and said, "After my father went back yesterday, he kept saying hole, hole! Brother, what hole? Do you have a hole here?"
I chuckled and said, "Brother, are you kidding me? Look at my place, there are no holes."
"Oh, is it so?"
The fat man squatted in front of the wheelchair and asked: "Dad, did he lie? If he didn't lie, don't blink. If he lied, just blink."
Immediately, we saw...
The old man sat slumped in the wheelchair, looking at Bean Sprouts, blinking desperately.
