This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 162 Regret
Lin Jue calmly put the talisman back and asked casually, "Grandpa, where did you get this talisman?"

"In a village, I heard from a neighbor that the talismans in that village were very effective, so I went to get one." The old man handed the water to Lin Jue.

It really is something from Buming Village!

Lin Jue took the bowl. It made his mouth ache a little, but he drank it all up. "Where is that village? I want to go there and ask for one too."

"As a doctor, do you believe in these things?" The old man obviously did not believe in these metaphysical things. The purpose of asking for the talisman was definitely just to express his longing for his grandson.

However, the amulet that the old man relies on for peace is secretly harming his health.

"The end of science is metaphysics. In this era, some things really cannot be explained by science." Lin Jue returned the bowl.

The old man staggered back to the kitchen, then began to answer Lin Jue's question: "The village is at the junction of Sanjiang and Jiuyuan. Go straight after leaving the city from the north. When you see a big crooked tree, you can get off the road."

Lin Jue silently wrote down the route. He did not ask any more questions on this topic, but instead asked about the old man's physical condition and life.

And these are also what Xiao Ming cares about most.

The old man is still in good health, but he has been coughing for no apparent reason recently. His life is the same as usual, but he often stares at Xiao Ming's photo in a daze, regretting why he didn't force Xiao Ming to be by his side.

He took out a printed photo album from the deepest part of a cabinet. There were some watercolor drawings on the cover of the album. It went without saying that these must have been the childish graffiti that Xiao Ming drew when he was a child.

The old man wiped his tears and looked through the photo album. The first page of the album was a one-year-old child sitting in a backpack with blush on her face, looking like a little girl.

The old man's wrinkled hands gently stroked the photo, his eyes filled with nostalgia: "This is the photo I took of him when he was one year old."

"He kept crying and crying and refused to cooperate with the photo shoot. I had to coax him into silence with his favorite snacks."

"I often have dreams about when Xiao Ming was still a baby. He would just nestle in my backpack. I would poke him with my fingers and he would giggle."

The old man's voice was choked with sobs, and his tears soaked the table. As the album turned page by page, Xiao Ming was slowly growing older, from elementary school to junior high school, from staggering to walking to playing football on the playground.

Each photo has the time and age of the photo written on it, and the photo was taken at the age of fourteen.

"My dear grandson has had such a hard life. That woman is truly unfit to be a mother. Fortunately, she was shot a few days ago."

"I just feel sorry for my grandson. He's so young and so sensible. I'm thinking of saving more money for him to get married, watch him have children, and put his wedding photos in the album..."

At such an old age, he lost his only relative, and one can imagine how sad he must be.

The departure of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a long period of dampness for the rest of your life. On every sunny day thereafter, a sudden storm will come.

The backpack on the table was shaking slightly. It was obvious that Xiao Ming must be hiding in the corner of the raincoat and crying.

He and his grandfather depended on each other, but now they were separated by life and death. He dared not show up and could only hide in the backpack and watch his grandfather sad.

Besides, the old man is already old, even walking with a cane is difficult, and he lives alone. What if something unexpected happens...

Lin Jue patted the backpack gently and soothed the old man softly, "If Xiao Ming has any wish, it must be that you stay healthy and don't be sad anymore."

At such an old age, he still has to endure the pain of losing his grandson. If this continues for a long time, his body will definitely not be able to bear it. After the old man put away his grief, Lin Jue reached into his pocket and pulled out three thousand yuan in cash: "Actually, I came here for another reason. When Xiao Ming came to see me for treatment, he paid the medical expenses in advance. These are his remaining funds. Now that he is gone, I will return the money to you."

"The old man is just old, but he's not stupid." The old man closed the photo album and shook his head. "How could my grandson have so much money? And you're definitely not his doctor. He doesn't have money to see a doctor..."

"Just take it. I understand Xiao Ming's situation at the time. I was treating him for free. This money was actually paid back to me for my medical expenses. He also said at the time that he would set up a stall after class. This money was probably earned by him."

Lin Jue was good at making up stories, but the old man refused to accept them. Lin Jue had no choice but to take out two bills and put them into the old man's hand: "How about this, old man? I'll give you two hundred yuan, and you can sell me those waste cardboard and empty bottles."

After much persuasion, the old man finally agreed, but only accepted one bill and tremblingly handed the cardboard in the corner to Lin Jue.

"Uncle, could you please help me get another glass of water?"

Lin Jue found an excuse to get the old man away. While the old man was pouring water, he quickly put the money under the two boxes of milk. At the same time, he ran to the altar and pulled down the amulet.

This amulet is harming the old man's body and needs to be taken out and destroyed.

After taking the water and drinking it all, Lin Jue hurriedly said goodbye to the old man: "Old man, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you later when I have time."

After saying that, without waiting for the old man to react, he picked up his backpack and cardboard and pushed the door open and walked out.

"Hey, boy, your money!"

The old man finally realized something was wrong. When he ran out of the door with the money in his hand, the street outside was empty and there was no one in sight.

Lin Jue hid in the ruins, listening to the old man's cries, sighed slowly, and patted his backpack: "Are you really not going to see your grandfather?"

Xiao Ming in the backpack did not answer. Lin Jue knew what he was worried about. After all, he had become a weird person that everyone feared, and his grandfather was old and might not be able to withstand such terrifying stimulation.

"Okay." Lin Jue put the cardboard aside and walked out to the street, muttering to himself, "I just looked at that photo album. It was full of your photos, but there wasn't a single photo of you and Grandpa. Now that I think about it, isn't that a pity?"

The backpack shook, but there was still no sound.

Lin Jue stopped talking and walked out slowly. When he was about to walk out of the street, Xiao Ming's hoarse voice finally rang out: "Brother, I want to go back and take a look..."

Hearing his words, Lin Jue couldn't help but laugh. This kid is always so entangled. He had already made a decision in his heart, but he was always stubborn and had to say it at the last moment.

He took out his raincoat and let Xiao Ming out: "Go back. I'll give you two days off. Spend more time with him."

"If possible, it would be best to persuade him to move to Carambola Street. The shopkeepers are all alone, and the two old men would have some company. There are also many empty houses there."

After coming out, Xiao Ming hesitated again, not daring to take a step. Lin Jue smiled and patted him on the back of the head: "Run."

Xiao Ming took a few tentative steps forward, turned around and gave Lin Jue a grateful smile, then his pace became faster and faster, and he gradually started to run.

Lin Jue withdrew his gaze and turned away.

Not long after, the heart-wrenching cry of the old man came from behind. It was not out of fear, but out of joy and excitement at having lost something and regained it.

(End of this chapter)