One is relatively young, wearing a white T-shirt and earrings, and looks like a young and fashionable young man. The other is a middle-aged man with a bald head, wearing a black vest, tight muscles, and a fierce look.

The last one was a half-old man about fifty years old, with gray-white hair in his hair and lazily putting his hands on his knees. The other two were standing on his side like door gods.

It is obvious that the person in the middle should be a leader.

I couldn't help but feel a sudden strife in my heart.

Who are these three people?

How did it appear in our room?

We did shameful things. Damn it. All the actions were exposed now. If someone exposes them...

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but at this moment, Tofu showed a sudden realization, pointed at the young man with earrings, and said in surprise: "It's you!"

I immediately noticed something was wrong and asked, "Do you know me?"

Tofu looked a little wrong. Even though he had no brains in his mind, he knew something was wrong now, so he lowered his voice and said, "It's the person we asked me to chat with when we were eating hot pot that day."

Needless to say more, I immediately understood that I was probably going to be "slaughtered" this time. Fuck his ancestors, and the troops were obviously divided into two groups at that time, but it was logical that they shouldn't be targeted. How did these three people find this place?

They were obviously from a gang, and they were always guarding outside the thief hole, waiting for us to come out so that we could make a profit.

In the small room, we were two groups of five, looking at each other with vigilantly. Needless to say, Tofu and I were the shovel that had been slapped with the rotten corpse evil before was tightly pinched by us.

The half-old man in the middle looked at us. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said with a meaningful look: "Chen Xuan, you have been poisoned by the corpse."

I was shocked and thought to myself, how could he know my name? Tofu was obviously puzzled, but he didn't think of the black-eating black-eating layer, so he asked directly: "What are you three here? You can dig mushrooms. We haven't finished the things below yet. You guys are cheap. Let's go down and find them yourself."

I remained silent and said nothing, silently looking at the three people opposite. Judging from the costumes, the three people were very ordinary, but when I looked closely, I found that these three people were very evil.

I have come into contact with many noble people from all walks of life over the years, but this is the first time I have seen such people who look so frightened at first sight. If I was not wrong, these three colleagues would probably be ruthless.

What do they want to do now?

Black eats black?

I am not as soft-hearted as Tofu. If these three people really dare to do it, I wouldn't be afraid of them. I swung the shovel and beat each one to death. I probably realized that I was not a soft persimmon. The evil aura on the half-old man in the middle restrained, his straight back relaxed, and he spoke again, saying, "You must be curious about how I found this place, how did I know your name, and what did I do here, right?"

Before I could say anything, Tofu said, "Yes, old man, what do you want to do when you come here?"

The man was not angry, and took out a thin thing from his arms, like an old photo, and handed it to the young man next to him. The young man smiled, walked forward, and handed it to us.

I subconsciously looked into the photo and was stunned.

This is an old black and white photo. The photo shows a tall and thin man in his fifties. His hands are placed on the shoulders of another young man, and a river is on the background.

Tofu glanced at it and frowned and said, "Who are these two?" As he said that, he seemed to have discovered something, pointed to the young man in the photo, and said, "No, Lao Chen, the young man on this looks quite similar to you. Could it be that you also have a brother who has been separated for many years?"

When I saw this photo, I was stunned and my fingers were even trembling.

The young man who looked very similar to me in the photo looked a little cold, he pursed his lips and looked straight at the camera, and the outline looked very similar to me. Of course, this is not a lost brother, because judging from the age of this photo, this should be an old photo for decades.

The person standing next to the young man made me almost feel the urge to cry.

grandfather.

In my image, my grandfather is an old man in his sixties, thin body, but more energetic than young people. Our family used to be very poor, and my grandfather did not leave any photos of his youth. The picture in my hand should be a photo of my grandfather being about fifty years old, my dad was not dead, and I was not born.

To be honest, I have never seen my dad before. Maybe I saw it when I was very young, but I don’t remember it.

The impression of him was dictated by his relatives around him, and my grandfather didn't like to mention him. He was a drunkard, and the drunkard in my impression should be a drunkard with a messy hair, a grumpy temper, naked upper body, walking around with a bottle of wine, teasing the big girl.

But how can I say this photo in front of me...it shocked me, and a strange feeling appeared in my heart, which became stronger and stronger and lingered.

The young man in the photo has a relatively arrogant temperament, pursing his lips and standing there coldly, with a strong aura of arrogance and indifference. He also has a clear outline and good appearance. According to me, it is almost the same as a big girl who teases him.

My outline is somewhat similar to the young people in the photo. I am twenty-eight years old this year, and I have a normal experience. Maybe it’s just a few years after graduating from college. It’s the time when I’m young and full of enthusiasm. But I came out to explore at the age of fourteen. The hardships and the warmth and warmth of the world I experienced are unimaginable to many of my peers.

So I am not a laughing person, and I am not gentle. Sometimes I treat some things more ruthlessly, so Tofu even gave me a nickname called "pervert Chen". After I beat him twice, he didn't dare to call him.

Apart from business matters and idle people, I am too lazy to date. The first impression I give is probably that I am relatively cold.

But the people in the photo can no longer be described as indifference. Our outlines are very similar, but to be more precise, he is cold and his dark eyes make people feel like he is trapped in the snow and ice.

I was stunned for a moment, staring at the photos, and my heart was in a storm.

As expected, the person in this photo should be grandpa and my father. It can be seen that their relationship should be very good during this period. The father in the photo doesn't look like the rumored alcoholic.

What's going on with all this?

Why did this old man have such photos? You know, even when my grandfather was still there, I couldn’t find a few photos at home. At that time, I thought it was because of the family environment. In that period in the countryside, there were not many people willing to spend money to take photos.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

This old man must have some relationship with our family. Now, with these photos, what do you want to do?

Over the years, I have almost become accustomed to life alone. Those who I care about are buried deep in my memory by me, but now, a photo has made them all flow back into my memory.

If it were in the early years, I might have cried excitedly, but the experiences over the past ten years, a photo, could no longer easily fool me. No matter what the purpose of these people have, since they will take out this thing, they definitely don’t plan to be tough.

I put the photo in my fingers and said slowly: "Are you always my relative?"

The old man smiled and said, "Relatives, I can't say it. However, I met your father and your grandfather's name is also well-known." I was ready to play Tai Chi with him, but what this person said still shocked me.

What is my grandfather’s name? He is a tomb robber. When he doesn’t rob tombs, he feeds pigs all kinds of crops. Putting aside the identity of a tomb robber, he is an ordinary rural old man.

I was a little confused for a moment and thought to myself: This person seems to know a lot. It seems that when my grandfather was still there, he really hid me a lot of things. No, this old man seems to be a bad person, so I can't be led by him.

As he was thinking, the old man suddenly spoke and said, "I know you have many questions. This time I can meet you is also a fate destined by fortune. However, I am going to go to the tomb to find something, and I don't have time to tell you in detail. If you want to know the truth, you will naturally tell you in this place in two days." After he said that, the young man next to me wrote an address for me, and I signaled to Tofu to take it, staring at the old man in front of me.

I am sure that I have never seen him. In my impression, my grandfather never mentioned such a person.

At this time, the old man said again, "Since that's the case, you pack up and leave now. We want this place." Tofu was displeased when he heard this, and said, "We rented the house and we used the holes. Now let's go and think we are temporary workers!"

I was already worried. When the tofu and I came out, we all carried everything we had to hold it. Except for the jade cup, the rest was clear at a glance. This old man did not 'eat the black' us, which means that he wanted something else.

So he pulled the tofu and said, "Bring the things with you, let's go."

What did Tofu probably want to say? I glared at him. The boy was timid and shook his head to pack up.
Chapter completed!