The puppy's merriment attracted the attention of the people in the hut, and a middle-aged man in coarse clothes walked out of the hut.

"Senior brother?! Senior brother, you are back. Master, he is talking about you every day."

Wang Fan was still a little uncomfortable being called "senior brother" by a middle-aged man in public, but looking at Gragg's appearance, there was no way he could change it for a while, so Wang Fan had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Old man, what's going on with his condition?" Wang Fan pulled Gera aside and asked.

"To be honest, I don't know very well. After Master got sick, he never let us visit him. He just stayed by himself. If I hadn't accidentally discovered him simmering medicine for himself, we wouldn't have known he was sick."

As he said this, Gragg's eyes became moist, "Although he refused to talk to us about his illness, Sister Yuquan and I discussed it and both felt that he was very ill this time... But senior brother, you will be fine when you come back."

Well, Master, his hometown listens to you the most, and you are the only one who can persuade him."

"Well, I will try to persuade him, this stubborn old man..." Wang Fan said that he was not worried about old man Wu, but he couldn't help but worry about old man Wu.

There is no need to hide it from other people. If he wanted to hide it, it would not be an ordinary minor illness.

Wang Fan left Xiangxiang and the others playing with the puppy outside, and he put his arm around Gragg's shoulders and entered the house.

The hut is not big. Anyway, old man Wu is used to wandering outside, and his material needs are not high. As long as he does not sleep in the open air, it will be fine. However, there is also a very wide corridor behind the hut, which is long.

The floor of the corridor is paved with bamboo slices, and a canopy is erected on the top to block the sun. At first glance, it feels like returning to the Dai Village Bamboo House.

Old Man Wu put down a lounge chair on the corridor and brewed a pot of tea on the small table. This was how Old Man Wu lived.

"Haha, old man, your little life is very comfortable." Wang Fan said jokingly, watching from a distance.

"You still have some conscience, and you know how to come and see my old man when you come back." Old man Wu was lying on the recliner, shaking a fan, and responded leisurely without raising his head. He still didn't need to look.

? Who else but Wang Fan would dare to talk to him like this?

"You have no conscience, don't use this to teach me. I will come naturally when I want to come. If I don't want to come, you can't even think of coming over in an eight-person sedan."

"De Xing." Old man Wu still had his eyes closed, waving the fan in his hand, looking calm and calm, as if he had seen through the world. "When did you come back? Did everything go smoothly?"

"I just arrived. I haven't even seen Xinyi yet, so I transferred to your old man's house."

"Really?" Old Man Wu opened his eyes, "Grag, make a new pot of tea for your senior brother." They say that old people are just like children. How could Old Man Wu not care about it? He came back to see Wang Fan as soon as he heard what he said.

, the joy in my heart immediately overflowed from words.

Wang Fan smiled slightly, sat down at the small table, poured a cup of tea from the teapot and drank it.

"But things didn't go too smoothly. If it had gone well, it wouldn't have taken so long to come back."

"What's wrong, are you being followed?"
Chapter completed!