Han Feng was stunned when he heard the old man's words: "Me? Stay?"
The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, stay here. No outsiders have been here for a long time. You have also seen the life in the village, which is easy and comfortable."
Han Feng opened his mouth, shook his head and said, "I still think..."
But the words of rejection were in his mouth, and somehow he couldn't say them out. Looking at the old man looking at him with a smile, a chill rose in his heart.
Seeing that Han Feng didn't answer or say anything, the old man took the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating for a while, the old man shook his head: "There should be less food."
As he spoke, the old man suddenly stood up and walked out of the house. After the old man walked out of the house, Han Feng's involuntary feeling disappeared immediately.
Han Feng jumped up from his seat, and the 'phantom' that turned into a gauntlet and was worn on his wrist turned into a knife and was held in Han Feng's hand.
Soon, the old man returned to the room, and a force acted on Han Feng again. Han Feng, who had been standing up, was forced by this force to kneel down in front of the dining table, and the 'Huan' in his hand was forced to be placed next to him.
The old man looked at Han Feng and smiled and returned to his seat, kneeling down in front of the dining table. The old man shook the wine bottle in his hand to Han Feng: "Would you like a drink?"
Han Feng was sitting on his knees with a gloomy face and shook his head: "No!"
The old man laughed when he heard Han Feng's answer, took the cup and poured himself a glass: "Although wine is good in many ways, it's a mistake. If you don't drink it, it's better!"
The old man patted the mud seal on the wine jar and got a glass for himself: "To be honest, I really want you to stay. I don't know how long it has been since I appeared here, old man. I'm so lonely!"
As he spoke, the old man sipped the wine in his glass: "To be honest, I'm a little excited when someone like you suddenly appears."
The old man looked at Han Feng: "Don't just eat it by myself, you eat it too!"
Han Feng sat there on his knees and just looked at the old man with sharp eyes, showing no intention of moving his chopsticks.
"Tsk!" The old man slapped his lips and said, "You are no longer interesting."
The old man waved to Han Feng, and suddenly that involuntary feeling appeared on Han Feng again. Han Feng's hands uncontrollably picked up the chopsticks beside the bowl and pinched the dishes on the table.
Han Feng looked at his hands in horror and then looked at the old man in horror. The old man picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass, smacking his lips beautifully.
Han Feng picked up the dish with trembling hands and brought it to his mouth. Han Feng took a bite and made a "crunching" sound when his teeth bit the chopsticks.
Han Feng felt fierce and hard in his heart, and his teeth immediately shattered the chopsticks. The broken chopsticks cut Han Feng's lips, leaving blood along the corners of his mouth. Han Feng looked at the old man with fierce eyes.
"Oh?" The old man looked at Han Feng in surprise: "This is not good."
The old man raised his hand and waved, and time seemed to flow backwards. In a daze, Han Feng returned to the time before picking up vegetables.
The old man Han Feng, who was sitting on his knees in front of the dining table and watching himself pour a drink, suddenly stood up, picked up the 'Huan' beside him with his left hand and quickly brushed the handle of the knife with his right hand.
After drinking the wine in the glass, the old man waved his hand to Han Feng: "No need, no need."
As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up and walked to the door. Han Feng held the knife in his hand and watched the old man move his position warily.
The old man ignored him and slowly opened the door. The moment the door opened, Han Feng was stunned.
The original courtyard has disappeared, and there is nothingness outside the door.
The old man turned around, with a smile on his face but a look of loneliness.
Han Feng was so shocked that he pointed behind the old man. The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "They are all fake. Haven't you noticed it in the past few days? Have you seen anyone talking to you? Have you seen a child looking for you?
Do you play? Have you seen the villagers doing other things? No?"
As he spoke, the old man returned to the table and sat down. As the old man moved around, the room slowly dissipated, and the two of them disappeared into nothingness.
The old man held a wine glass in one hand and stuffed the food into his mouth with the other hand. While drinking and eating the food, he looked at Han Feng and said vaguely: "Everything here is just an illusion of mine. Before you appeared,
I am the only one in this space."
"I discovered you the first time you appeared here. I trapped you in a tunnel. During that time, I created this village and transformed the life I thought you wanted most in the village.
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"Perhaps I have been alone for too long. Your appearance makes me very happy. Finally, I have someone to talk to. Although I really want to keep you here, I guess you also have something in your heart by looking at you.
You have been thinking and remembering, so it would be unkind to force you to stay."
The old man took a sip of the wine in the glass and continued: "I just want to ask you. I have no other intention. I don't want you to say no. I just want you to have a meal with me, an old man. It's just that you don't
If you know how to drink, you are very bad."
As he spoke, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
"Ha~" the old man shook his head slightly and played with the wine glass in his hand and said, "Wine is a good thing. It can be used to make friends, but it is not good at all. If you drink too much, your head will hurt."
Han Feng looked at the lonely old man who was pouring himself a drink, pursed his lips, thought for a while, then walked to the table and sat down, reaching out and patting the table.
"Huh? What's wrong?" The old man looked up at Han Feng.
"Give me a wine glass."
The old man was stunned but still waved his hand, and a wine glass suddenly appeared on the table in front of Han Feng.
Han Feng picked up the wine glass and shook it in front of the old man.
"Oh?" The old man looked at Han Feng with interest.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh what, oh, it's all over!"
The old man smiled: "Don't you know how to drink?"
Han Feng held the wine glass and grinned: "Young master, I can't pour a thousand glasses!"
"Really!" The old man laughed loudly as he filled Han Feng's cock, and then filled his cock for himself.
The two clinked their glasses together gently, and the old man raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. Han Feng followed suit and also drank all the wine in his glass.
Suddenly, a spicy feeling rushed from the stomach to the throat.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
The old man looked at Han Feng with a smile: "How is it?"
Han Feng held the wine glass in one hand and rubbed his belly with the other, his cheeks flushed, and he looked at the old man with blurred eyes: "No...not bad!"
After saying that, Han Feng leaned forward and fell on the table. "Bang!" He hit his forehead on the table and made a sound.
The old man was startled by the sudden collapse of Han Feng. Following Han Feng's snoring, the old man laughed, and his smile gradually became wild, "Hahahahaha! Interesting! Interesting! What a thousand cups!"
The old man looked at Han Feng and restrained his smile, but the arc at the corner of his mouth could not be lowered. The old man drank a glass of wine for himself. After drinking, the old man waved his hand, and a door appeared behind Han Feng. He waved his hand again and fell asleep.
Han Feng flew upside down through the door.
After Han Feng entered, the door slowly closed and disappeared into this space.
The old man continued to sit at the dining table, eating food and drinking wine. Soon the food was finished and the wine was finished. The old man held the wine jar and looked at the place where Han Feng was sitting just now and murmured: "Good." This chapter has been completed!