As soon as he entered, a few enthusiastic little girls came up and asked him if he wanted to buy a mobile phone.

Liu Qingshan looked at the few fair-skinned girls in front of him, but did not show any joy. He just asked anxiously: "Beauty, I want to ask you, is there any man who looks a bit like me, about fifty years old, wearing a gray top and green liberating shoes, who has come in?"

Several beauties looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I haven't seen it before. It seems that no old man has come here yet."

"Yes, the oldest customer who came in today seems to be in his thirties."

After hearing these answers, Liu Qingshan thanked him and hurriedly left and headed to the next mobile phone store.

However, after asking around the mobile phone store on the pedestrian street, no news about my dad.

Liu Qingshan was anxious and continued to call while searching for his father in the shops in the street.

But more than an hour passed in a blink of an eye, but there was no news about my father at all, and no one answered the phone even after it was connected.

Where did you go?

Liu Qingshan stood by the street in the afternoon, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, and shops selling various goods with big speakers, and felt anxious and dazzled for a moment!

Such a big man, can you really lose it if you say he is lost?

Is there any other kingly law?

He held his head, rubbed his painful temples, and looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do.

If you call the police, others will probably regard him as a lunatic. After all, the person who is missing is a middle-aged man with normal intelligence, not a child or an incomplete intelligence.

He was a normal adult. If he called the police, the police would probably send him to the mental hospital.

But my father's phone number was blown up and no one answered, and my father was still leaving with strangers. If nothing happened, how could he not come back for so long? And he didn't answer the phone.

Just when he was at a loss, the merchant next to him finally turned off the high decibel speaker and ended the noisy hawking.

At this time, another voice slowly floated over from a distance: "I want to invite my sister, I want to ask my lover to sit out. My sister is like a lotus in the garden, and my brother is like a peony flower blooming."

This sound?

dad!

Liu Qingshan suddenly looked like a hedgehog who was only angry, and even his hair stood up.

Without saying a word, he ran to the sound.

A group of men and women, about 40 or 50 people, were surrounded by a huge banyan tree in the central square. People outside stood in a dark place, looking at the old men and women singing under the tree roots with relish.

Among them, a new face in his fifties caused many old ladies to secretly send misses. This made the other old men feel unhappy, and they all stared at the man. They thought, where did the wild man come from? He actually stole the limelight.

Faced with the hostility of the men, the man was not tactful. He just finished singing a paragraph and continued to sing: "It's hard for the sister, it's hard for the love girl to sit out. It's hard for the love girl to sit with his brother, it's like a god coming down to earth."

You are down. Liu Qingshan cursed in his heart, immediately pushed the crowd away, walked under the tree, and snatched the microphone from his father's hand: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Liu Yuanhe was singing happily with a woman in her fifties beside him. Suddenly, the microphone was taken away. He thought that it was a few old men next to him who didn't like him and wanted to make trouble. When he was about to be angry, he looked up and saw that it was his own son, and then he remembered that he had a son!

Yes, then I remembered that I had a son, and today it was the first day I went out to the county town to sell yam with my son!

The yam is broken! Liu Yuanhe only remembered that he was here to sell yam, to make money, not to sing folk songs with others.

Oh, no, his yam was sold out long ago. Thinking of this, facing his son's glaring eyes, Liu Yuanhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Qingshan, is your yam sold out?"

Liu Qingshan didn't say anything, stared at his father, then glanced at the old man waiting to watch the fun around him, but he didn't have an attack and turned his head and left.

Realizing that things were not good, Liu Yuanhe no longer dared to miss the old ladies who secretly gave him a secret. He hurriedly put down the microphone and said to the old ladies who had just spoken to him: "Sorry, my son, I'll leave first. If you have the chance, we'll sing next time."

The old lady is only in her fifties, about the same age as Liu Yuanhe, and her appearance is considered to be above average among her peers.

Seeing that Liu Yuanhe was about to leave, the old lady was reluctant to leave: "I'm leaving so soon, just sing for a while."

The other old ladies also tried to keep them: "Yes, let's sing for a while."

Finally, I met a man who looks pretty good, but is relatively young, and more importantly, the old ladies' girls' hearts are almost revived and they all speak to keep them.

Liu Yuanhe wanted to stay and sing to these enthusiastic old ladies about landslides and rocks, but his son's expression just now really scared him.

He was not afraid of his son scolding him, but he was afraid of his son complaining.

So, Liu Yuanhe did not dare to stay and hurriedly followed his son.

"Qingshan, have you sold out your yam?" Liu Yuanhe caught up with his son and asked with a smile.

Liu Qingshan ignored him and walked to the door of the vegetable market on his own.

Seeing that his son didn't reply, Liu Yuanhe pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "Didn't you say you wanted to compete in the morning? I told you that my yam was sold out before noon. How about it? You gave up this time."

Liu Qingshan still ignored him.

Liu Yuanhe said again: "It was almost noon, a man bought all the dozens of jin of yam I had left. Although the price was a little lower, it was better than staying for an afternoon."

Hearing this, Liu Qingshan's tense face finally reacted. He stopped and turned around to stare at his father: "How much does it cost per pound?"

"It's not very low." Seeing that his son finally spoke, Liu Yuanhe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "It's fifteen yuan per pound. He asked for sixty pounds at once, so I think it doesn't matter how many dollars he costs."

Hearing this, Liu Qingshan wanted to roar, but seeing that there were many people around him that were not easy to have an attack, he could only turn around and leave without saying a word.

Seeing that his son's expression became more gloomy, Liu Yuanhe couldn't help but feel more worried.

When the two arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market, everyone felt relieved when they saw the father and son.

The fat uncle said with a smile: "You are so unreliable. You don't know how to tell your son after selling the yam, which made your son worry for an afternoon and go looking for you everywhere."

"Yes. Where are you going? Your son was almost overturning the pedestrian street across the street." The aunt just watched Liu Qingshan walk around the pedestrian street opposite with her own eyes, and was sweating profusely.

Just now, the hawkers at the entrance of the vegetable market were also anxious, afraid that something would happen to the young man's father.

However, now seeing that the old man was safe and sound, a stone in everyone's heart finally fell.

Only then did Liu Yuanhe realize that his son had been looking for him for a long time.

He quietly took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were dozens of missed calls.

Faced with everyone's concern, Liu Qingshan thanked him and said nothing more. He rode his bike and was about to leave.

Liu Yuanhe quickly sat on it and planned to wave goodbye to everyone, but he didn't expect that his son almost threw him on the way with the accelerator.

"Qingshan, please wait."

The son ignored him.

Not only did he ignore him now, but his son didn't say a word when he went home.

This made Liu Yuanhe very worried.

As the saying goes, the sea surface is always particularly calm before the storm...

It seems that after returning home, you may have to lose a layer of skin.

well......

Liu Yuanhe looked up at the blue sky and the white clouds, thinking to himself, "Old man, you must bless your son, don't let your daughter-in-law peel off your son's skin."
Chapter completed!