Chapter 474: Don’t Cry, I’m Here_1
Five people, along with the large-framed Little Hei, were walking slowly on the wet bluestone path, the sound of someone knocking on a bamboo pole growing closer from afar.
After passing through two streets and since they were away from the bright lights of the market, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. When you came out of a small alley, under the dim yellow streetlight on the left side up ahead, an elderly woman was driving an electric tricycle toward you at a leisurely pace.
"Thump, thump thump."
You turned around and smiled at Grandma Meng, whose face you could now clearly see, "Grandma, we meet again."
Grandma Meng stopped the vehicle, her wrinkled face donning a kind smile, "Young man, why aren’t you at home eating sweet dumplings at this hour? Out on a foolish wander, aren’t you afraid those ghosts will gobble you up?"
Grandma Meng’s tone and manner of speaking would change according to who she was interacting with. However, when she spoke to you, it was always naturally filled with a sense of affection, something you could easily discern.
"Grandma, I’ve been looking for you these last few days," you said, walking over with the four women.
"What does a young man like you want with an old woman like me?"
Grandma Meng got off the tricycle and stood by her stall.
By that time, the water in the pot was boiling. Grandma Meng glanced over at you all with half-closed, half-open eyes, then smilingly said to the four women beside you, "Young ladies, it’s cold tonight, how about a bowl of wontons to warm yourselves up?"