surnamed Wang

Near ten o'clock in the evening, the diners finished eating and left one after another.

Liu Heng was already full, but he still refused to leave. The tea was refilled one pot after another, and the color was gone.

Wang Gangquan sighed and walked to the door, looked up at the sky for a while, then turned around and said:
"In less than a quarter of an hour, the rain will stop."

"Brother, are you accurate?"

"No money, no money, just hurry up and do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Liu Heng looked at Zhou Xiaotong who was cleaning the table, hesitated for a moment, got up and walked towards him.

"Student Zhou, it's raining so hard, have you brought an umbrella?"

Zhou Xiaotong stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes to look out the window, shook his head and said:

"I didn't expect it to rain when I went out, so I didn't bring it. I had it in the store, but it was borrowed by a few regular customers just now."

She usually goes home after nine o'clock, and she stayed so late today because she wanted to wait for the rain to stop, but she didn't know how long it would take.

Zhou Xiaohua was worried, but Liu Heng said excitedly:
"Hey, I brought it."

"Are you showing off?" The woman frowned slightly.

Wang Gangquan stayed at the door the whole time, but his ears stretched all the way out. Hearing this, he couldn't help sighing. There is a reason why this kid is single.

Liu Heng quickly explained:
"Student Zhou, you have misunderstood. In fact, I want to send you home."

"You send me home, what about your friend?"

"He put his hat on his head, it's all right."

After Liu Hengyu finished speaking, the face of the woman on the opposite side became a little ugly.

"Classmate Wang is just recovering from a serious illness, how can you let him get wet in the rain?"

Zhou Xiaotong's words left him speechless. In the woman's heart, Liu Heng seemed to be suspected of valuing sex over friends.

Wang Gangquan once again held his forehead and sighed, came to the front and said:
"He can't speak. Don't take it to heart, Mr. Zhou. What he means is that I bring a disposable raincoat, so don't worry."

As he spoke, he took out a square plastic bag from his pocket, which contained a green raincoat.

Seeing this, Liu Heng's eyes widened, and while secretly admiring him, he embraced Wang Qingquan's shoulder and said:
"Yes, that's what I meant. Brother Wang just woke up today. As a friend, there's no reason to let him get wet."

In his heart, Wang Gingquan has risen from "adopted son" to "brother Wang", let alone elder brother, if he can help him catch up with Zhou Xiaohua, what's the harm in recognizing him as an adoptive father?

Wang Bingquan slapped off Liu Heng's arm with a little disgust, tore open the raincoat bag and said:
"It's getting late, I'm going home first, Liu Heng, you also hurry up and send Classmate Zhou back, it's cold in the middle of the night, don't let the girl catch a cold at home."

When Liu Heng heard the words, he remembered that the rain was about to stop, so he said hastily:

"Brother Wang is right, classmate Zhou, shall I take you home?"

Over there, Wang Gangquan was already preparing to leave, when Zhou Xiaotong said suddenly:

"Student Wang, why don't you give me your raincoat, and you two go back with an umbrella."

"That's not good, that's the color that Brother Wang carefully selected, and he is proud of this one. There is a way that a gentleman does not take what others like..."

At this moment, Liu Heng was faintly anxious to jump over the wall.

Wang Gangquan's face twitched, his complexion was not much better than the raincoat in his hand.

Zhou Xiaotong ignored Liu Heng, still looked at Wang Bing and insisted:
"Student Wang, how are you doing?"

"Liu Heng is right." Wang Bingquan looked calm, and slowly put on the raincoat, "I'm proud of this one, I don't wear it if it's not green."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and strode out.

Zhou Xiaotong opened his mouth, looked at the other party's slightly downcast figure, but didn't say anything after all.

Liu Heng was on the side full of admiration. At this moment, the image of Wang Gingquan in his heart became extremely glorious, and even the slightly thin back seemed to be much taller.

After this representative green dot completely disappeared in the rain, Zhou Xiaohua said thoughtfully:

"I always feel that classmate Wang has had an experience that no one knows."

"Ah... yes! This is a scar on his face."

Liu Heng pretended to be heartbroken, and just as he was racking his brains to make up his friend's story, the rain stopped abruptly.

The time was as predicted by Wang Gangquan, no more, no less, exactly 15 minutes.

On the road, the young man took off his raincoat and stuffed it into the roadside trash can.

He looked up at the sky, shook his head and said to himself:

"So it's not the Dragon King of Jinghe."

Behind the thick clouds, a flood dragon disappeared in a flash.

……

Ten days before the end of the holiday, Wang Gingquan asked for several thousand yuan from his parents, and bought a plane ticket to fly to Bashu.

Although his hometown is in Zhanjiang, the most difficult part of his life is the time in Bashu.

Grandpa Wang Gangquan was a soldier when he was young, traveled far and wide, and saw a lot of scenery. When he was old, every time he had a drink for dinner, he would pull him to tell stories.

There are the raging wars, the rise and fall of dynasties, and the stories of emperors who have been changed so badly, as well as the folk tales of ghosts handed down by ancestors.

According to the old man, there was once an immortal in the history of the dynasty, with three heads and six arms, with boundless magic power, who could make the enemy country kneel with a single sword.

For this kind of story, Wang Pingquan mostly listened to it amusedly, if there were gods to protect him, why would the dynasty have so many traitors?
……

Located in Wangjia Village in Bashu, it is located in a ravine. Thanks to the strong financial resources of the dynasty, roads were built here decades ago.

Sitting on the only bus that went into the mountain, Wang Qingquan finally returned to the village where he had been away for more than ten years after going through twists and turns.

The houses here are taller, the decoration has been updated, and the changes have been great. The familiar dialect is passed into Wang Gangquan's ears from time to time, but nothing seems to have changed.

The old man sitting at the entrance of the village showed a lot of interest in this face-born young man, and began to discuss whose child it was in front of him.

Wang Gangquan passed by, showing a good-natured smile, and then followed a small path on the side of the mountain, up to the middle of the mountain.

There are various high and low tombstones all around the mountainside, and the grass on some of the graves almost reaches the knees, obviously no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Today's young people swarm into big cities and don't come back several times a year.

The older generation said they forgot their origins, while the young insisted that the times were progressing, all for the sake of life, and there was no right or wrong.

Wang Gangquan came to a tomb. The tribute in front of the stele had been stolen and eaten clean by animals in the mountains. Fortunately, the tomb was clean, and someone should come to take care of it often.

He took off his backpack and put the things on them one by one. The most valuable thing among them was the jug of wine, which was more expensive than his plane ticket.

I remember when I was eating when I was a child, the old man always liked to dip a drop of wine in his mouth with chopsticks, and watched his grandson's facial features twist into a ball, and said cheerfully:
"Quan, when will you grow up? Grandpa is still waiting to drink with you."

Wang Gangquan always frowned and said:

"I won't touch such a nasty drink even when I grow up."

Now that he's grown up, he doesn't have the chance to drink with him anymore.

Wang Gingquan opened the lid of the pot, first sprinkled half of it on the ground, then drank it himself, sat cross-legged beside the stele, and looked up at the sky.

In this situation, he should have felt uncomfortable and even shed tears, but for some reason, his mood was unusually peaceful, as if he had long been accustomed to seeing life and death.

Apart from the bits and pieces of the old man's life, there was not much sadness in his mind.

Perhaps, he has really grown up... (End of this chapter)