She then added, "That day, I suddenly saw these embroidered shoes at a small stall on Changye City Street, so I bought them. The more I looked at them, the more familiar they seemed. After thinking carefully, I remembered where I had seen them before. So I grabbed the shoe vendor and questioned him. I didn't expect to actually get a clue out of him."
In short, she meant that a woman had helped her, but she didn't know the woman's name and hadn't met her since, but she always wanted to repay the kindness.
Later, by chance, she encountered her dying benefactor in a dilapidated temple. The benefactor begged her to help find her son... That's how she became suspicious when she saw the embroidered shoes, and then unintentionally found a clue and followed it to the temple.
Sure enough, once the first lie was told, countless more had to be told to cover it up. It was a real brain drain. The plot was full of holes, but the old beggars didn't doubt her words and even thought she was very trustworthy.
An hour later, Song Tantan and Ye Moxun, led by three old beggars, arrived at a village under Huaming County. The six of them were standing in front of a dilapidated thatched hut.
Song Tantan gestured to Zhang Jiafei, "Look carefully later, it can't be that this one isn't it either, can it?"
If this person isn't the one, even if the embroidered shoe were to transform into human form and enter her dreams to disturb her, she wouldn't want to look for it anymore.
Zhang Jiafei nodded to indicate that he understood and was about to knock on the door when a voice suddenly rang out from behind, "Who are you? What do you want standing at my door?"
Song Tantan and her group turned around and saw a young couple helping an elderly woman with a hunched back slowly walking over and asking questions.
The one who asked the question was the young woman, with a round face, almond-shaped eyes, and a sharp, wary gaze as she stared at everyone.
However, Song Tantan and the others were not interested in this pretty young woman. After glancing at her casually, they stared at the young man next to her.
"Is it him?" Song Tantan looked at Zhang Jiafei and the lame old man.
The former deliberately turned to the side to look at the other person's profile, and after a moment nodded, "It's similar, it really is similar."
The lame old man leaned closer to look, almost pressing his face against the man's. Just as the man was about to say something with a frown, the lame old man grabbed his shoulder and said excitedly, "Young man, don't you remember me? A year and a half ago, in the City God Temple in Huaming County, I was seriously injured by someone. You took care of me all night. You may not remember me, but I will always remember you."
The young man: "..." He remembered it after being reminded, but what was the purpose of this sudden visit?
Seeing that Zhang Jiafei and the lame old man both recognized him, Song Tantan showed the young man the pair of light blue embroidered shoes, asking, "Have you seen these shoes before?"
The young man's pupils dilated at first, but he quickly lowered his eyes, concealing the strange look in them, and said calmly, "Never seen it before."
"How could I not have seen them before? Aren't these embroidered shoes yours? I snatched them from your arms two years ago when you were unconscious."
Zhang Jiafei wasn't really sure, so he asked tentatively, trying to trick him, since he hadn't seen the other person's face clearly at the time.
But the man's reaction clearly showed that he recognized the shoes. No matter how well he tried to hide it, he still gave himself away the moment he saw the shoes.
The young man shook his head and said expressionlessly, "I really don't know what you're talking about. Please make way. My mother-in-law is not feeling well and needs to go inside to rest."
"Hey you..." Zhang Jiafei wanted to stop him, but Song Tantan pulled him aside and told him to behave himself. Didn't he see that the old man's face was getting paler and paler and he was about to collapse?
After the young couple helped the old man into the house and laid him down, Song Tantan noticed that the young man refused to come out to see them again, so she took the initiative to go into the house and put the embroidered shoes on the table in front of him.
"If you are the owner of these shoes, we will help you cure your mother-in-law's illness, but you need to answer some questions for me."
Upon hearing her claim that she could cure the old woman, the young couple paused, hesitant for a moment. They were too poor to afford to treat their elderly mother, but who knew whether this person's words were credible?
What if the other party was sent by their side? They probably want to silence us; they wouldn't be so kind as to help them.
The old cripple outside realized that things weren't going as he thought. Judging from the young man's reaction, these people seemed to be here to cause trouble. If that were the case, wouldn't he, the old beggar, be repaying kindness with enmity by personally bringing his benefactor's enemy to his doorstep?
“Who exactly are you people? Didn’t you say you came to repay a debt of gratitude? You don’t look like it at all. If you have any ill intentions, I, Old Cripple, will be the first to object. If you want to harm them, you’ll have to step over my dead body first.”
He spoke with such confidence, but with his unsteady gait, who could he possibly stop?
Actually, Song Tantan didn't know what to do after finding the person; all she wanted to do right now was quickly confirm whether the person was the owner of the shoes.
“You don’t need to be afraid. We’re not bad people. We just have some connection with the owner of these shoes and want to confirm some things.”
Song Tantan was very gentle from the moment she came in, and she spoke with a gentle smile. Although she usually looks quite fierce, her appearance is actually very deceptive.
At first glance, she looks like a cute and delicate little girl. Although she is dressed as a man, she looks like a pampered young nobleman and has a somewhat naive and innocent air about her.
Seeing that the young couple was still hesitating, he turned around and walked to the door to call Ye Moxun over, "Moxun, come here for a moment and take the old lady's pulse first."
Ye Moxun pursed his lips, took a leisurely step into the house, then took out a handkerchief and covered the old woman's wrist to take her pulse. After taking her pulse, he didn't want the handkerchief anymore.
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