Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 245 The Child Picked Up From the Garbage Dump
The reason why Chen Mu chose not to tell the truth to Bai Duanyun that night.

It was because he had a disease that would kill him with shame if he told the truth.

The incidence of this disease is actually not low, and it is hereditary.

At least, that's what he thought when he was facing the old man at the table.

"Little bastard, why don't you ask about your life experience? It's been so many years, I've forgotten all about it."

The bad old man glared at Chen Mu angrily, then narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked the soft hair of Doupi in his arms.

"Little Doupi, I'll go buy you some snacks tomorrow weekend, I have to deal with these two little guys today."

The tone of the uncle's speech changed so quickly, except for the calmness of Doupi in his arms, it directly made Chen Mu speechless.

The September wind was a little cooler, blowing the fine leaves of the plum tree, making a constant rustling sound.

Chen Mu glanced back in the direction of Li Xinxi, who was already carrying the water, and then turned his gaze back to Doupi who was snoring lightly, with embarrassment written all over his brows.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that most of what Bai Duanyun said was actually true. In a general sense, he was an extremely ordinary person.

Have an ordinary life experience, eat on time, sleep on time, do what you promise, never default on homework, everything is quite natural.

But if you look at it from another angle, it is precisely because this standard is as ordinary as a template that it seems that the life experience that you don't want to care about is even more confusing.

If it wasn't for the strange rebirth experience that was so strange no matter how he thought about it, and the strange events that happened to him in the past six months, he would have long since lost the desire to understand.

"I said uncle, don't use this kind of thing to deceive me, obviously now you can even remember the taste and brand of Doupi's favorite snack."

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Mu, who had his eyes on Doupi in his arms, asked again, but this time he obviously took on a pleading tone.

"This...this cannot... be generalized." The old man blushed from this sentence, but he didn't dare to make a loud voice.

"Grandpa, give me a hug for Doupi, you always drink saliva, just think about this kind of thing slowly."

A girl in a yellow skirt stood beside the uncle at some point, and placed two full glasses on the stone table.

Li Xinxi stared at the bean curd in the uncle's arms for a few seconds with a half-smile, and finally stopped staring until she handed over the kitten aggrieved.

"I said... Grandpa, you can't spend all your time playing with the little guy Doupi. You have to move around more often."

The girl gently stroked the hair of the sleeping cat in her arms, from the back to the tail, not letting go of even a tiny detail.

"Where is it? Your uncle is in very good health. When he was young, he ran around when he had nothing to do. Now... he is tired."

In this kind of matter, the bad old man's attitude towards Chen Mu and Li Xinxi is obviously two extremes, and he can't even be fierce at all.

The old man's wrinkled old face slowly unfolded, and his eyes were full of kindness when he looked at the girl in front of him.

But when Chen Mu couldn't help asking again, the old man restrained his expression like a Beijing opera changing his face, and only gave Chen Mu a look of disdain.

"Little bastard, pass me water, I'm thirsty." The uncle leaned back very naturally, almost leaning against the plum tree behind him.

"Okay, you drink all the time, think slowly, talk slowly." Seeing that the old man looked like a child again, Chen Mu and Li Xinxi looked at each other helplessly, and then handed over the water glass in front of him.

"Let me think about it..." The uncle sipped his saliva carefully, then sighed as he looked at Chen Mu's face, and then rubbed his forehead and spoke slowly.

"It's raining a lot this year, and it's finally a sunny day, so... it was probably a night of heavy rain more than ten years ago."

"I remember very clearly that spring has just arrived, and the group of old men who usually play cards with me are busy planting spring."

"Your uncle really has nothing to do at night, so he wandered around Yishui Town. From one end to the other, it took several hours."

Seeing that Chen Mu and Li Xinxi had already entered the state of listening carefully, the uncle continued to sip his saliva in a calm manner.

The old man looked past the sparsely shaded plum tree in front of him, and moved to the direction of the small river in front of the door in the distance, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"It rained a lot that year, and the Yunmeng River swelled so badly that many of the wild trees on the river were drowned alive."

"Do you know, boy, there used to be a big plum tree growing in the direction of your school."

"A big plum tree?" Chen Mu and Li Xinxi met their eyes and shook their heads again.

"Hey, today's kids—" the uncle sighed again, and then slowly raised his head to look towards the shade of the tree.

"Speaking of which, in fact, the tree in our house is also the species of the one in Jiangmian, and even most of the plum trees in the whole town are the same."

"Such a big tree should bear a lot of sweet fruits every year, why haven't we heard of it at all—"

"Sweet fart, growing up in such a corner where there is no shit, if you can be sweet, there must be a ghost." The uncle slapped his mouth in disdain.

"Even if there were surprisingly many fruits that year, no one would be willing to go there to pick them, of course—except your uncle."

"This... seems a bit wrong. I remember you said before, uncle, that you always picked me up from the garbage dump."

"Isn't it?" The uncle glanced at Chen Mu with a look of disgust on his face: "I picked it up from the pile of fallen leaves, and it took me a long time to clean my butt."

Speaking of this, the uncle looked back at the shade of the tree behind him, and narrowed his eyes slightly by the way: "The seed of this tree was held in your arms by your kid at that time, it's so stupid."

"Feelings... I still have such a strange-sounding birth experience, so... did you see anything else at that time, sir?"

"Look at that, there's nothing, except for the green shit you pulled on the ground." The uncle picked his nose disdainfully: "If it weren't for your energy, I wouldn't have brought you back, you're in trouble. "

"How about... Grandpa, why don't you drink this glass of water together." Seeing that the quilt in front of the uncle was empty, Chen Mu pushed the cup in front of himself again: "Think about it slowly, maybe you still have some memories. "

"No more, you only have this little thing." The bad old man gulped down the water in the glass, paused and spoke again.

"There was a flood that year, and the plum tree by the river was also drowned. It is estimated that even the roots have been soaked by now."

"But..." The old man looked Chen Mu up and down carefully, and then blinked at the thief.

"Your uncle has read some books. The name Mr. Naming gave you a strange name."

"Obviously I didn't know about it, but I took the word Mu. I didn't feel it at the beginning, and I didn't come back to it until now."

"Beside the word water, add a wooden character, which looks like... the plum tree was completely submerged when there was a flood that year."

(End of this chapter)