The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 648 - 372 Shen Jingxiu. Time_2

Having said that, he walked over to the big rock nearby and sat down facing the big tree.

Wenyan looked around and realized there were no people nearby, so she had no choice but to run toward the old man again.

"Grandpa, where do you live?"

"Here."

"Ah?? Sure, I know it’s here, but what I mean is, is it far from here? Did you come on horseback?"

"Hmm. It’s not far by horse."

"Impressive! But, isn’t it unsafe for someone your age to ride a horse alone? What about your family, do they know you’ve come out on horseback?"

"They know."

"And they still let you ride?"

"They allowed it, do you want to ride? I’ll let you have a go." The old man said, pausing to hand the reins to Wenyan.

Wenyan quickly declined: "No, no, I’m not very skilled, and I’m also not familiar with your horse."

"Are you afraid of him? Forty-six is very docile."

"A little bit, haha. By the way, grandpa, when are you going home? Can you take me with you when you go? I’d like to borrow someone’s phone in your place."

"Sure, but I’m not going back yet, Forty-six hasn’t had enough to eat."

"That’s no problem; I can wait for him to finish eating."

"You’re really young."

"Huh?"

"I have two young people like you keeping me company."

"Oh~ they must be your family members, right?"

"Don’t know."

"?? Don’t know?"

"Originally she was as young as you, but then she got old, and then she had a daughter, who is young like you."

"??? Are you talking about your wife and daughter?"

How could anyone describe his wife and daughter like that?

Wenyan began to feel that something was off.

She sensed that the old man might not be in a good mental state or that his brain wasn’t quite right.

Perhaps the effects of old age had made him confused.

Sure enough, the old man began to speak incoherently.

"I don’t have a wife. My brother has a wife; he has children. I have kept company with this tree for fifty years. Who can tell me the answer?"

"Who can tell me the answer?"

"Who can tell me the answer?"

When the old man began to repeat this question to himself, staring off into the distance as if nobody else was there, Wenyan almost concluded that he must be ill.

She didn’t know how to respond.

And at that moment, the old man stood up.

Accompanying his movement was a ’thud’ of a muffled sound.

Wenyan looked toward the source of that sound.

There it was! A smartphone.

And just moments ago, the old man had claimed he didn’t have a phone.

Seems like he was indeed forgetful.

Wenyan shook her head and picked up the old man’s phone.

As she straightened up, Wenyan saw the old man pick up a lamp from the ground.

She quickly stepped forward to intervene: "Stop, grandpa; that should be mine."

That should be the one she had plucked from the water and brought to this world; it was where she found herself lying when she woke up.

The old man, however, proceeded as if he hadn’t heard Wenyan’s voice, holding the lamp unsteadily as he walked toward the big tree laden with the Wind Chime Lamps.

Wenyan didn’t stop him, fearing it might frighten him.

After all, she could just note where he hung the lamp and then find a moment to take it back.

Under Wenyan’s watchful eye, the old man slowly raised his hand to hang up the lamp.

A gust of wind caused them to emit a clear, ethereal sound.

Dust in the air clouded Wenyan’s vision, and amidst the blur, the hand that the old man raised to hang the lamp seemed to merge with the slender, young hand she saw inside the lamp.

But when she rubbed her eyes and opened them again, it was clearly a wrinkled, aged hand.

Wenyan sighed, unsure of where she was at this moment...

Just as she was feeling downcast, a young and loud female voice suddenly rang out not too far behind her.

"Mr. Shen! Shen~ Jing~xiu~"

Mr. Shen?

Shen?

Wenyan instinctively turned around.

She saw a young woman in her twenties running towards them.

She was running fast, had a healthy complexion, and was sporting shiny, long hair braided in front of her chest, which suggested she might be a local.

Seeing Wenyan, she gave a broad smile, and her Mandarin had a slight accent.

"Are you a tourist? Are you here for a visit?"

Wenyan nodded and repeated the story she had concocted for the old man to the young woman.

The young woman seemed kind-hearted and simple, taking Wenyan’s story at face value and even offering to take her to her village to make a phone call.

Wenyan thanked her and then asked, "Are you here looking for that old man?"

The young woman nodded: "Yes. Mr. Shen is old and has Alzheimer’s disease. Sometimes he forgets to go back home to eat, so I’m here to call him back for lunch."