The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 153 Michelle Flower

Grandpa was sitting in front of a bonfire, roasting the knife in his hand with a blank expression.

Beside him lay Wang Yuanchao, Fatty, and Zhang Sanpao. The wounds of the three were all covered with bandages. It was obvious that the seeds in their bodies had been dug out by grandpa.

"Grandpa?" I called out.

Although I knew just now that the middle-aged uncle wearing a mask is my grandfather, when the person closest to me in this life appeared in front of me without any shield, I was still trembling with excitement.

"Hey! Ding Dong, you should never have come here..." Grandpa sighed deeply.

I don't know why, but what I read in my grandfather's eyes is full of disappointment and anger, and there is no joy to see my grandson at all.

I suddenly felt extremely wronged, got up from the ground, rushed over and grabbed Grandpa by the collar: "Why? Why did you find a substitute at home, and let the substitute pretend to be dead and crazy to lie to me, Do you know how I have lived all these years!"

I almost roared out through gritted teeth, even Grandpa was surprised, as if he didn't expect me, who is usually cute, to show such a ferocious side.

Tears flowed down my face uncontrollably, recalling the dark life of my childhood.

I have never seen my parents since I was a child, and the relatives around me also recognize money but not people, leaving only one grandfather who loves me the most.

But when the person who loves him the most becomes a lunatic until he dies, what a blow it is to a child is beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

At that time, I even thought that I was the only one left in the whole world.

In order to survive, I can only learn to do business with others in a daze, open an antique shop, just to survive in this world.

Grandpa looked at me blankly, as if he was confused by my series of questions.

After a long time, he said: "Okay, my grandson of Li Weiguo is indeed promising! Others can hide it, but you are the only one who can't hide it from your eyes."

"Ding Dong, don't get excited! The fat man has to tell you clearly that it was your grandpa who saved everyone's lives just now. If you treat his old man like this, I will criticize and educate you." At that time, when the fat man who was sleeping on the ground recovering from his injuries opened his eyes, he saw grandpa and I being at war with each other, and he was so frightened that he quickly smoothed things over.

"It's okay, the child has grown up, but his personality is still exactly the same as when he was a child, and he loves to admit death."

Grandpa tapped my forehead and said.

I was a little dazed by my grandpa's pampering action. Even though it was more than ten years ago, I still clearly remember that this was the action my grandfather liked to do to me when I was young.He said that tapping the melon seeds on the head like this will make you smarter and wiser, so at this moment, I seem to have the illusion of returning to my childhood.

"Eat something first, I know you are hungry, let's talk about business after eating." Grandpa smiled and handed over a pack of compressed biscuits.

I hold the compressed biscuit in my hand, but my mind is still in chaos.

I have so many things I want to ask, but when I sit down, I don't know where to start.

"Fatty, what happened just now, why did we have a nosebleed?" After hesitating, he decided to ask the fatty first.

"I don't know either. Just now when I felt my nose was bleeding profusely, someone covered my mouth. It's just as inexplicable as you..." The fat man shook his head and said.

"It's a Michelia flower."

Just then, a man with gold-rimmed glasses sitting across from us said.

"Uncle Ming!"

I was taken aback by Uncle Ming who appeared suddenly. I didn't expect Uncle Ming to be mixed in with this group of foreigners. It seems that the complexity of this matter is far beyond my imagination.

"The kind of flower that bloomed from the mouth of a living person just now is called Michelia, which once appeared in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon, but with the massive felling of trees, Michelia is now rare. I thought this thing had disappeared. Extinction, but I didn't expect to appear here..."

Uncle Ming still had the same pair of round-rimmed glasses and was wearing a vest. He looked like a poor university teacher, and it was difficult to associate him with Daedou.

"It is worth mentioning that there are also Michelia flowers in China. The petals are colorful, and they are mainly distributed in Bashu. The story of Michelia flowers is also recorded in "Mythology of Bashu", and is called by the old hunters in Bashu: the smile of death. "

Uncle Ming adjusted his glasses and continued: "Of course the Michelia flowers that appeared in the land of Bashu are not that huge. This kind of flower will cut your skin first, and then let the seeds penetrate into your wounds. Once the seeds enter your body, they will It grows wildly, and finally goes all the way along the mouth, and drills out of your mouth. Because when the flower comes out of the human mouth, the person will grin involuntarily, as if smiling, so this flower is It's called Michelle Flower!"

I heard the chills all over my body, who the hell is this grandson who gave this flower such an elegant name.

"When we were in the open space, we were injured more or less. The seeds probably entered our bodies at that time." At this moment, Zhang Sanpao and Wang Yuanchao also woke up one after another, Zhang Sanpao said thoughtfully.

"Oh, this flower is amazing! I thought I had done my homework and brought the antidote, but when I faced this thing, most of the casualties were unavoidable." Grandpa said helplessly.

"By the way, Grandpa, why did you pretend to be dead in the first place, and why did you come here in disguise?"

I glanced around and found that Ma Rulong and the rest of the outsiders were stationed in the distance. There were only a few of us wounded here, as well as Grandpa and Uncle Ming.

The only strange thing is that there seems to be a person sitting in the small tent by the bonfire. This guy is silent from the beginning to the end. Only half of his head is exposed and he has a baseball cap on. The brim of the hat is very low, and his face cannot be seen clearly. .

But those who can sit here must be people that grandpa can trust, so I asked with confidence.

Grandpa laughed and said, "Haha, if I don't pretend to be dead, then I will be the one who really died."

I frowned, not understanding what grandpa meant by this sentence, but he always stared at Ma Rulong with a fearful expression.

Could it be that he was being watched by the 'dark' people?An idea came to me.

(End of this chapter)