According to Xiao Sheng, the same incident had occurred six times, but Grandfather had forgotten all six times.
What on earth was going on?
"Alright, stop joking with Grandfather, I'm getting on in years and can't keep up with you young people's pace of life!" Xiang Qingde glanced out the window and said, "It's already dark, I forgot to cook dinner, you must be hungry, right? I'll go cook right now."
He chuckled as he stood up and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Xiang Beifei watched his grandfather's retreating figure; he did not believe that his grandfather was hiding anything, but that he truly had forgotten something.
But what could be causing him to forget those things?
"You Hou North thirty, is that a direction?"
Xiang Beifei pondered the mountain that his grandfather often flattened with a slap and thought back to the mountain in the withered forest he had seen before.
Coincidence?
Or...
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