A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life[3]

C318: Father And Son

A shrewdness emerged abruptly deep in the eyes of the old man, and he placed his hands on his back, turned around while murmuring to himself, “Yes, it is true that we all have to listen to the Saint Son…”

Such an ambiguous statement was, in fact, a much confusing response from the old man to Wu Dahu without a clear explanation.

While at the same time, Song Qinghan stared at the leaving old man’s back thoughtfully, and then he suddenly asked, “Don’t you think that this old man looks rather similar with Muye?”

Wu Dahu was shocked at the moment, and then he turned his head, trying to take a further look at the old man. Yet unluckily, the old man had already gone away.

And Yuan Wenxuan echoed, scratching head, “They do look alike at some points, are they… father and son?”

Song Qinghan couldn’t believe that someone like Muye would still have his relatives existing in this word. Yet what was worth mentioning was that Yuan Wenxuan’s speculation offered him another fresh way of thinking over the Muye’s personality.

Wu Dahu saw through Song Qinghan’s mind at the glance of his eyes, and he took the initiative to say, “I will ask that old man something about that later when I go back to the kitchen.”

Silence again fell on the narrow room. The three went get their own bed and got rest after they finished having the meal.

Since this was somewhere surrounded by dangers from all directions, Song Qinghan was worried that Yuan Wenxuan might encounter something unexpected if the boy stayed alone in a sole room. While this room happened to contain three beds within, it was perfect for them to stay together.

Wu Dahu lay on the bed for a moment, and found himself couldn’t sleep at all as thousands of scenarios kept popping up in his mind disturbing him so much. In that case, he got up from the bed without further struggle and walked to the kitchen directly with all those empty bowls.

The old man, at this moment, was not fanning the fire aside the hearth any more, but was ready to serve himself a foot bath with a basin of warm water.

At the moment he noticed the appearance of Wu Dahu, he sighed without saying a word but pointed randomly at somewhere blank casually.

Wu Dahu placed those empty bowls on the ground, and he pondered for a brief moment, then asked directly, “What is the relation between you and the Saint Son, do you mind me asking?”

That old man lurched suddenly after Wu Dahu asked so, and it seemingly was quite a great shock to him. Yet at the end he still chose to remain the so-called mystery and answer in ambiguity.

“Whatever you think I am, I am.” he said so without even raising his head.

However, Wu Dahu did not get frustrated or irritated at all in response to the old man’s answer. He pondered again, and then spoke tentatively, “Are you father and son?”

The old man remained silent, while rubbing his lean legs leisurely in the basin.

As Wu Dahu found that the man would no longer answer the question after taking a glance at the old man’s legs, he pursed his lips in resignation and left.

When he finally returned to the room and noticed that Song Qinghan was looking at him with his pair of shinning eyes, he came to know that Song Qinghan must be bothered by everything right now as well. In that case, he took the initiative to inform him everything just happened.

Song Qinghan just held his own chin while murmuring, “Since he did not deny it, he was admitting. So it turns out they are a real father and son? Then that old man should be…”