This is not over yet. On the red brick wall inside the small courtyard, there is also a wooden board with the same white background and red letters hanging on it. The words "Convenience store, haircut is 9 yuan per person." written in beautiful large characters. Only.

But it is obvious that the red number "9" seems to be modified with "7".

Continuing to look inside, the three-story small foreign-style building looked pretty good from the outside, but the inside of the two wooden doors with windows looked particularly dark.

"It should be right here, right?"

While Wei Ran was looking at the building, Chen Luoxiang also walked to the door. He held up his mobile phone and compared it with the house number nailed on the door stack, mumbling something.

Fragmentary words such as "That's right".

Fortunately, just when he was about to knock on the door, the wooden door leading to the interior of the building was also pushed open from the inside, followed closely by an old man who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, but his body seemed to be extremely strong.

He also walked out of it.

"master!"

Just when Wei Ran secretly looked at this old man with a kind face but could not hide his sadness, Chen Luoxiang also shouted, and at the same time he breathed out and said, "It's really here, I thought I was looking for the wrong one.

"

“It’s right here”

The old man’s Mandarin had a local accent that Wei Ran could not identify, but after nodding to Chen Guangling and his wife, he took the initiative to extend his hand towards Wei Ran, "This must be Mr. Wei Ran, right? This time

You are causing trouble."

"Mr. Liu was joking. It's an honor for me to have the opportunity to meet Mr. Tao."

Wei Ran lowered his attitude and shook hands with the other party. He naturally knew that the other party's surname was Liu. He had heard Chen Guangling and his son mention it a long time ago. He even knew that not long ago, the old man almost got entangled with a few pieces of broken wood.

There's a lawsuit.

"If this kid Luo Xiang is half as smart as you, this old man like me will be relieved!"

Mr. Liu praised Wei Ran in a joking tone. To break the slightly solemn atmosphere, he also raised his hand towards the small western-style building behind him. "Mr. Tao, we don't have much time. Wei Ran, I'll take care of you."

I treat you as a child of the same generation as Luo Xiang, so I won't be polite to you. You have been tired and worked hard, so go and accompany Mr. Tao."

"It should, it should."

Wei Ran quickly agreed and glanced at Chen Guangling and his wife behind him without leaving any trace. Then he picked up the piano case and followed Mr. Liu towards the vermilion wooden door with heavy traces of time.

However, what surprised Wei Ran was that when he walked up the steps and passed through the wooden door, he found that this small foreign-style building was completely made of gold and jade, and its exterior was stained... No, its outside was not even considered "gold and jade".

But inside it is a real mess.

The walls of several rooms passed by on the first floor were peeled off in many places, and there was no furniture at all on the dusty floor. Instead, various daily necessities that seemed to have expired and some metal shelves were scattered around.

In the only room that looked relatively clean, the only furnishings were a large mirror fixed on the wall and two old-fashioned barber chairs. In the corner of the room, there was actually a washbasin stand.

old briquette stove.

When I followed Mr. Liu further inside to the stairs leading upstairs, I saw that there was even a push-pull anti-theft mesh door installed here.

Passing through the rusty security door, Mr. Liu walked upstairs while raising his thumb and whispering, "This small foreign-style building was left by Mr. Tao's aunt, who was a small white building in those days."

Famous actor."

"Why is this building..."

"Hi..."

Mr. Liu sighed, stopped and rubbed the peeling wooden handrail, sighing, "Old Tao has suffered too much in his life. He suffered from many diseases when he was young. Twenty years ago, his body was full of bones.

I couldn't live with the winter and summer weather in the north, so I took him to Yangzhou to live.

The first floor and courtyard of this small building were also rented to former friends to open shops and stalls that had been closed for a long time. The monthly rent was Lao Tao's pension."

"So he was going to spend 5 million to buy..."

"The most valuable of his possessions is this dilapidated house. He spent a lot of money to redeem it more than 40 years ago when he was prosperous."

Mr. Liu was chattering to himself, "Old Tao was born in this house. He has returned here after wandering for most of his life. Let's go, young man."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After speaking, Mr. Liu raised his feet again and walked up to the second floor step by step.

Compared to the warehouse-like first floor, the second floor is somewhat better. At least it looks cleaner and a lot warmer. Moreover, an old-looking aluminum alloy sliding door is installed at the stairway.

After passing through the sliding door with frosted glass, Wei Ran walked to the door of a bedroom with a cotton curtain under the guidance of Mr. Liu.

"Go, go and stay with Old Tao." Mr. Liu personally helped Wei Ran lift the thick cotton curtain and said, "I brought him back in a hurry, and this place has not been properly cleaned, so I just tidied up a room like this.

It actually made Mr. Wei laugh."

"You're welcome, Mr. Tao's body..."

"I'm old. I'm just old. It's hard to go to the hospital. He's already a hundred years old, and he will be one hundred years old today." Mr. Liu pointed to a basket of longevity peaches not far away and whispered, "Oh

...Go in and see him. Before he fell asleep, he kept talking about you."

Hearing this, Wei Ran raised his hand and lightly knocked on the slightly old wooden door with his knuckles, and then knocked twice more. After waiting for a while, he slowly opened the door.

He bent down and got in.

This bedroom was unexpectedly spacious and warm, and the floor-to-ceiling window faced a small flower bed in the yard outside.

If it was summer, he could even imagine that the shade of the big tree in the yard would definitely cover him.

But at this time, the bare old tree outside the window only made the room with two additional electric heaters more and more lifeless - just like the tall, thin and cheeky man lying on the only iron bed.

The bones are protruding, but both his face and hands are covered with age spots, looking as lifeless as an old man.

He walked closer softly and slowly. There was a monitor on the bedside table on one side of the bed, and an oxygen concentrator on the other side of the bedside table. And next to the old man's pillow, there was

What's left is an open photo album.

Gently putting down the piano case in his hand, Wei Ran carefully picked up the photo album and opened it. The first page that caught his eye was the Guangling Sanminus calligraphy score that had been stuffed into Youquan's resonance chamber.

Continuing to scroll back, there are also those paper balls with poems or childhood graffiti that were stuffed into the resonance chamber.

After this, there was a group photo. The protagonist in the group photo was this tall and thin old man in the hospital bed. He was probably in his fifties when this photo was taken. He was wearing a suit that seems outdated today.

Behind him, there stood a young man holding an erhu in his hand and a young woman wearing a cheongsam with a small drum beside her.

The expression on the face of Mr. Tao in this photo can be said to be high-spirited, and he is quite a master. Even the background of this photo seems to be the small western-style building where he is at this time, but

The more this happened, the more stark the contrast was with the dilapidated appearance of the room and the old man on the bed.

Continuing to scroll back, the next photo is of a man wearing a long robe, carrying a piano bag on his back, holding a man in a thick robe with both hands, standing under a city gate with a hesitant look on his face.

Black and white photos. But if you continue to scroll back, there is only a rope left in the album that seems to be a piano string.

Without pulling out the string, Wei Ran put the photo album back in its place and glanced at the blood oxygen monitor on the bedside table, and then at the oxygen concentrator on the other side, pondering for a moment before calling softly.

He said, "Mr. Tao? Mr. Tao? I brought Youquan to you."

After a moment of waiting, the old man on the bed showed no sign of waking up. He subconsciously glanced at the monitor again. Wei Ran looked around, then sat cross-legged on the old-looking wooden floor and took out the Youquan device.
Chapter completed!