Chapter 818： It's been too long, I can't remember

In a secluded alley.

Sparse shadows.

The wet walls are already mottled, and the white walls are covered with a layer of moss, which outlines the silhouette of the years.

"Jie Shao, the address we found is here." Yao glanced at the bottom map in his hand, and pointed to a low bungalow in front of him.

This area is the former diaspora area, where many Chinese and overseas Chinese are concentrated.

The architectural style is also imitating the Jiangnan Yuxiang in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The small river crosses the stone bridge, the mist and rain are hazy, and it is very artistic.

Later, the whole street was relocated due to reconstruction.

There are only rows of old houses left, and they have not had time to demolish them.

Most of the old houses are already empty and are classified as dilapidated houses.

There are only a few rooms left, and people can occasionally see people coming in and out. They are old residents here.

Because of reluctance to give up, I have not moved out for a long time.

The old craftsman they are going to visit this time lives in one of the old houses.

"Old Huo has no children. He is the inheritor of old craftsmanship. He has received several apprentices, and they have all become teachers. Now major jewellery shops are designers and they are financially ample. They have always lived here because of their old age."

Yao walked toward the old house, while reporting the collected information one by one.

Before they got to the bungalow, they saw an elderly man sitting in a rocking chair in front of the house.

The wooden rocking chair swayed, relaxing and relaxing.

Next to the rocking chair, there is an old sandalwood tea table with some simple tea sets, a cup of hot tea, and white mist.

floating on the old man's wrinkled face, on the contrary, there was a touch of indescribable peace.

"Is it Elder Huo?" Yao stepped forward, leaned over politely, and asked.

Shan Hanjie stood a step away, carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

Very simple place.

If you weren't looking for it, it would be impossible for anyone to think that there is a famous craftsman hidden here.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

The old man saw someone coming, got up from the rocking chair, and reached for the hearing aid on the tea table.

After    put it on, he turned his head to look at Shan Hanjie and Yao who were standing beside him, lifted his finger and shook between the two.

"Who are you looking for me?"

"……"

As soon as the words came out, Shan Hanjie glanced at Yao, and Yao immediately nodded respectfully, taking a step forward.

"Huo Lao, we are visitors who come here in particular. We want to ask Huo Lao about a hairpin more than 20 years ago." Yao handed out the design drawing in his hand.

Fearing that the old man could not see clearly, he thoughtfully took the reading glasses on the table for him.

The years are not forgiving. The eighty-eight-year-old is the most elite craftsman, and he has to be taken care of.

Not to mention craft creation.

"Twenty years ago, too long, I can't remember..." Huo Lao didn't reach out to take over the design drawing in Yao's hand, but looked at the two of them vigilantly.

"Who are you? The privacy of our guests, as the acceptor, must not be disclosed."

"What if we were the parties." Shan Hanjie stepped forward, took out the jewelry box in his hand, and opened it in front of Huo Lao.

"Huo Lao Ke has an impression of this hairpin?"

"……"

Huo Lao's body shook, as if he had seen some precious treasure, his eyes flashed with moisture.

Weiwei stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the hairpin of the box.

"Snapped--"

Shan Hanjie closed the box with his hands.

"Let me take another look!" Huo Lao raised his eyebrows displeasedly, and made a deep voice.