But when you think about it carefully, there is a smile on the face of the pangolin, what is so unacceptable?

That's Han Sanqian.

Thinking of this, the pangolin patted the old man's shoulder and smiled slightly: "It seems that it's really over."

After finishing speaking, the pangolin turned around and walked towards Han Sanqian with joy in his eyes.

"Good job."

At this time, Han Sanqian also gently comforted Xia Wei, and looked back at the pangolin who came over, with a smile that said everything.

However, just when the two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was perfect, bursts of miserable low cries sounded inappropriately.

The two looked at Xia Wei, Xia Wei had already wiped away her tears, looked at the two with a smile, and then looked for the sound, but saw the crying sound coming from the direction of the door.

The old man collapsed by the door at this moment, and for some reason, he cried bitterly...

The three of you looked at me and I looked at you, completely dumbfounded.

What is he crying for?

Han Sanqian walked over with two people, stood gently beside the old man, concerned and puzzled, and whispered: "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Could it be that you feel guilty for looking down on Han Sanqian before?" The pangolin chuckled: "No need, because if this is the case, then the guilty tears of the whole world can form a sea."

Xia Wei smiled wryly and shook her head, looked at the pangolin speechlessly, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. These bloodworms are harmful to all directions, and the old man must have all kinds of troubles living here. Now that the serious trouble is gone, the old man must be crying with joy .�

Han Sanqian did not speak, quietly waiting for the old man's answer.

The old man stopped sobbing, but looked at the pothole in front of him and sighed bitterly: "Do you know why a pothole about one meter high and one meter wide was dug in front of my door?"

The three looked at each other, Xia Wei said: "Isn't this for the space in the house? Why can't the plasticine on it be crushed to death?"

Han Sanqian shook his head slightly, signaling Xia Wei not to continue.

If you want to leave a space in front of the door, it only needs to be half a meter wide or half a meter high, after all, the door is not that big.

But such an oversized design seems to be time-consuming, laborious and meaningless for a rather old and short old man.

In fact, Han Sanqian has always had doubts about this point.

The old man smiled: "Since ancient times, people add years, and when they get old, they make a coffin for themselves, so as not to have a place to live when they die one day."

"There are no trees in this extremely snowy place, so I can only adapt to local conditions."

"You mean, the pothole in front of this is not only the door of the house, but also..." Han Sanqian had already thought of its purpose.

The old man nodded: "That's right, it's my coffin, my grave."

As soon as these words came out, Han Sanqian was a little surprised, but more was expected.

The pangolin glanced at Han Sanqian, then at Xia Wei who was suddenly depressed, and smiled: "What are you talking about? Han Sanqian won, and the bloodworms are the ones who are going to die. You are too early for this coffin." It's on."

The old man didn't respond. He turned his head, looked at Han Sanqian, and said, "You saved me, and I saved you too. We're even. But, after you woke up, I helped this girl to make you faster." Recovery, you two don't have any objections to this, right?"

Pangolin and Xia Wei nodded, this is indeed the case.

"Since there is no objection, that's good, Mr. Han, then you owe the old man a favor." The old man smiled slightly: "Now the old man asks you to return the favor." JrNovels.com