When I said this, my dad's tone was not just awkward, but seemed to feel a little guilty.

Lao Chaitou didn't care, waved his hand at my father, and said, "It's all from the villagers. I must be helping with this kind of help."

My dad stood at the door in a depressed manner, not knowing what to say for a moment.

My mother wiped her tears and stood up and smiled gratefully at Lao Chaitou: "Uncle Chai, come into the house and drink a glass of water before leaving."

Lao Chaitou sent me back. My mother was grateful and would definitely find a way to repay me afterwards. But now it was midnight, and she said that Lao Chaitou would come into the house and drink water before leaving, but it was purely out of guest words.

But Lao Chaitou did not refuse, said "Okay", and went straight into the yard.

Lao Chaitou's actions are completely different from usual. At this moment, my parents were making trouble.

I have lived in Wangzhuang for more than half a year. My parents have been in contact with Lao Chaitou during these days. I can’t say that I have seen through Lao Chaitou’s character. Anyway, I can see it almost as good as anyone. Who is Lao Chaitou? In my uncle’s words, Lao Chaitou is an old stone in a public cottage, smelly and hard, and very stubborn.

The most stubborn thing about Lao Chaitou is that he almost never enters other people's houses casually. Sometimes, even if someone begs him to come, he still wants to make excuses to refuse. Last time he entered my uncle's house to save me. Since then, every time he passed by my uncle's house, my parents would greet him to come to the house for a drink of water, and he always waved his hand, turned around and left.

Once, Wang Ermazi in the village got married because Lao Chaitou saved his life when he was a child. Wang Ermazi was also a nostalgic person. Seeing that the wedding was coming, he secretly went to Lao Chaitou's house without leaving the house, and sent an invitation to him without telling his wife.

Why did Wang Ermazi hide such a thing from his wife? Don’t forget where Lao Chaitou lives! According to our statement, people like Lao Chaitou have a heavy evil spirit, and they will not be invited to have fun events like marriage and full moon wine.

But that time, Lao Chaitou received the invitation, but he still didn't go to Wang Ermazi's house for the wedding banquet, but just asked someone to help him take the wedding money.

Once, my uncle joked and asked Lao Chaitou: "Mr. Chai, you have received all the invitations, why didn't you go to the wedding banquet? Could it be that I think the banquet at Wang Ermazi's house is not of high quality?"

My uncle said this, and Lao Chai didn't care about it. He just said, "Haha, people like me don't come to the door if they have nothing to do, and there will be something wrong when they come to the door." When he was speaking, Lao Chai looked at me, and then his uncle stopped talking.

Later I heard from my uncle that Lao Chai said that there must be something wrong when I come to my house, which is meaningful, because my uncle remembered that every time Lao Chai entered someone else's house, the family must have encountered something extremely bad.

This time, Lao Chai entered the door without saying much nonsense, which means something happened in our family.

The first thing I realized was my uncle. Without saying a word, he quickly took the watermelon from the well and took it to the kitchen to cut it. Then my mother quickly boiled water and took out the Biluochun that she had planned to drink during the New Year (I didn’t know that the tea had a shelf life at that time).

My dad was the only one sitting in the room and smoking with Lao Chaitou. The room was filled with choking smoke. During this period, neither of them said a word, just smoking in a dull manner. At that time, I was standing next to Lao Chaitou.

I just experienced what happened tonight and I was still scared. Only when I was by Lao Chai Tou could I feel more at ease. But my actions made my father frown, but my father didn't say much, so he let me stand beside Lao Chai Tou.

After a while, my mother and my uncle walked into the house. My uncle gave me a piece of watermelon and poured a cup of tea for Lao Chaitou.

The watermelon has been stored in the well for a while, and there is a coolness inside and outside. But when my fingers touched the melon peel, the coolness reminded me of what happened before, and I suddenly lost my appetite, so I put it back on the table.

Lao Chai looked at the cup containing tea, and seemed to be unable to get any interest, so he picked up the piece of watermelon I placed on the table and started to chew silently.

The room was surprisingly quiet, and only the sound of Lao Chaitou gnawing on watermelons was heard. To be honest, it was not an exaggeration to describe Lao Chaitou eating watermelons as "terrible". It was like he hadn't eaten anything for many years. The watermelon water dripped along the corner of his mouth onto his clothes, and he ignored it.

It was probably the first time that my uncle saw Lao Chai eat, and he was scared by him and couldn't help but persuade, "Mr. Chai, eat slowly."

Lao Chaitou ignored my uncle and chewed the watermelon clean in the wind. Then he threw the melon skin casually and smoked dry tobacco again.

From the moment he entered the door, Lao Chaitou seemed to have no intention of saying anything, with a dull expression on his face.

It was my uncle. Seeing that it was not a big deal to keep silent, he asked Lao Chai: "Uncle Chai, I just heard you say that Yang Yang was frightened. What's going on?"

The old Chaitou then looked up at my uncle. After a while, he said dullly: "What's going on? Trouble!"

After saying that, he had no further information and just smoked in a dull manner.

After Lao Chaitou calmed down, my mother and uncle became a little cramped. He wanted to ask the matter clearly, but he didn't know whether he should speak now.

In fact, I only later learned that that night, Lao Chaitou felt the same as my mother and my uncle. There were some things he wanted to say, but he didn't know whether he should say or what to say.

After a long time, Lao Chai Tou turned off the cigarette pot and took out a red cloth bag the size of a palm from the pocket of the old military uniform. He held the cigarette pole in one hand and handed it to me with the other: "If you hold this lucky bag, you might be able to block it."

Block, what to block?

While I was confused, I subconsciously reached out to answer.

But at this moment, my dad, who had never cared about me, stood up, snatched the lucky bag from me, and stuffed it to Lao Chaitou, while glaring at me and saying, "Yangyang, how did your mother teach you normally? Don't take other people's things, you have forgotten?"

When talking about the word "others", my dad spoke in a very strong tone.

This seemed nothing to me, but Lao Chaitou's face suddenly became awkward. He hesitated for a moment, but he took the lucky bag from my father and put it back in his pocket.

After that, Lao Chaitou got up and said goodbye. When my mother sent him out, he also said something to my mother, but Lao Chaitou's voice was very low, and no one except my mother heard what he said.

My uncle stood by the window and watched Lao Chai go away, then turned around and asked my dad: "Patriotic, what's wrong with you? As soon as I entered the house, I felt something was wrong with you today. Mr. Chai is not for Yangyang's good, why are you..."

At this time, my dad squashed out the cigarette butt and spit out the secret he had hidden in his heart for more than a year: "Uncle Chai, he wants to take Yangyang as his apprentice."

After hearing what my father said, my uncle stopped talking. I guess it would be an unacceptable thing for my uncle to ask me to follow Lao Chai to see the grave in the future.

At this time, my mother also came in, and my father lit another cigarette. Although my father has the habit of smoking, he is not very addicted to smoking. He only measures three or four cigarettes a day, but this is the fifth cigarette he smokes tonight.

My dad took a sudden breath of cigarette, couldn't help but cough twice, and then continued, "I also know that Uncle Chai is a person with real skills. Yangyang is not necessarily a bad thing to learn from him. Uncle Chai said that Yangyang has a special physique and is prone to provoking those things, but... But I have asked, a master like Uncle Chai, who has cultivation, will have five disadvantages and three shortcomings in his life. Look at Uncle Chai, at such an old age, I don't even have a family member, so I don't want Yangyang to do this in the future."

After hearing my father's words, my mother probably understood what was going on and rushed me to go to bed. I wanted to stay and listen to what my father said later, but I couldn't help but shine her "iron sand palm" towards me. Although I was reluctant, I had no other choice but to go back to the south room to sleep.

After struggling for a night, I was already very sleepy. As soon as I lay on the bed, I fell asleep.

I didn't wake up until noon the next day. The first thing I did was to find my uncle and ask him what my dad said last night. My uncle said that my dad and my mom discussed that Lao Chaitou had saved my life and was very kind to our Zuo family. He was alone and pitiful, so he planned to take him to our house and ask me to worship him as his grandfather and to provide him with his old age and see him off in the future.

When I heard that I was going to take Lao Chaitou to my house, I was so happy. I had nothing else to be happy at that time, but I was just thinking about the novel gadgets in Lao Chaitou's hands. By the way, there was also the bowl of strong and fragrant broth made by Lao Chaitou.

But that afternoon, when I followed my parents to Luanfenshan to invite Lao Chaitou, I was turned away.

At that time, my father led me and stood outside Lao Chaitou's door and knocked on the door for a long time. Lao Chaitou initially responded in the room, but after hearing that the person coming was my parents, the door was not opened.

My dad has a very anxious temper and is not good at speaking, so he knows that he knocks on the door with his head on his head. The louder the sound of knocking, the more urgent it becomes. I feel that the old wooden door of Lao Chaitou's house is almost broken by my dad.

Later, my mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled my dad's arm and advised me: "Boy, my dad, why don't we come back another day."

But my dad ignored it and kept knocking. He was such a person. He had never changed since I was very young.

Later, my father's hands were knocked red, and he heard Lao Chaitou say in the room: "Don't knock, I know what you think, but I can't agree. Yangyang recognizes me as his godfather. I have a grandson, but I want to lose the inheritance. Go back."
Chapter completed!