Chapter 279

Looking at the thin hair on the forehead, the pink lipprint left by the young model on the old face. The golden eyes as like as two peas.

Hoffa was stunned at first, followed by a flurry of heaviness.

"I...!"

The left arm crystallizes faster than ever. Regardless of his surprise and pain, he jumped up and grabbed the old man's face, as if trying to tear it off.

The old man was not surprised. He just pushed him away with a smile, put on his sunglasses again, and started Lamborghini.

Hoffa sat on the co pilot's seat, his chest heaved violently, and a thousand words came to his heart, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He was not a fool. The moment he saw those eyes, he immediately thought of countless possibilities.

I didn't die.

I went back to the past.

I lived to my sixties and bought a luxury car.

He even... He suddenly looked up in the rearview mirror, the woman had disappeared.

"Then... Then... Who is that?"

Hoffa's voice actually became a little trembling. "Is that my daughter?"

The old man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "Daughter? Ha, you think too much. I don't have that kind of money oriented daughter. I'm just a greedy little girl. "

"I...!"

Hoffa didn't know what to say. After confirming that the guy in front of him was himself 50 years later, he temporarily put down his fear of death and replaced it with a black question mark.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but this is not the time."

The old man patted him on the back with a smile: "let's have something to eat first."

With a final roar, the spacious Lamborghini drove into an alley, then took a few more turns, and finally stopped in a square in the middle of a building community.

There are four slope roofed villas on all sides of the square. The overall appearance is gray blue and looks very elegant. There is a small lawn and garden downstairs. The entrance of the square directly faces the street, and there is a row of iron fences on it. It looks like a high-end community.

Parking the car, the old man turned the car key to come down, and did not imagine the successful man's demeanor, after leaving the car, he looked very ordinary.

Hoffa followed his old self, looked at his sparse gray hair, and couldn't help touching his thick hair.

Damn, can you have a day of hair loss? He was secretly annoyed that if he had money to buy a sports car, he couldn't take care of his hair?

In the distance, several middle-aged people holding Labrador seemed to be their future neighbors. They were smiling and greeting themselves in front of them, while the old people were smiling and replying to them, looking like friendly citizens.

"Mr. Bach is back."

"Yes, good evening, Mr. Herbes."

"Do you want to buy vegetables?"

"Hey, no, I'll take my son back for two days."

After that, the old man took young Hoffa impolitely and held his back with some evil taste: "how about my son, isn't he very handsome?"

"Ah, Mr. Bach's son, it's the first time I've seen you."

The old man was surprised, completely ignoring the dirty hole in Hoffa's body: "young man is very energetic."

Hoffa's face muscles twitched, and he was held by the old man himself. He endured the pain of the time flare erosion, and said nothing.

But one by one, he wondered what had happened in the past 50 years, how he had gone back, and what happened to Silby in the end? Those familiar people, where are they now? Most importantly, I may have less than half a day left in my life. After half a day, how did I survive?

A lot of doubts, but I don't know how to speak. Old Hoffa took him to the door of a video store. After entering, he hung a sign of "closing today" on the door.

There are lots of old vinyl records and tapes in the store. There are a lot of movie posters on the wall, as well as band posters, Michael Jackson and Freddie Murray and other characters. The store is decorated very modern. He is familiar with the road and is the owner of the store.

Hoffa felt like vomiting for a long time. He asked:

"can you afford a Lamborghini by opening a video store?"

(he thinks about it, but he doesn't ask. I bought the Lamborghini by opening a speaker store?)

"You don't have confidence in yourself?"

Old Hoffa smiles and seems to see through his subtext.

"Come on." Hoffa frowned. "You must know what happened later. Come on, tell me how to get back."

"I'm a hobby." The old Hoffa said with a smile, "come on, I'll show you another industry."

So he went through the video store to the back door and opened the other door. When he arrived at his residence, there was a small red rectangular wooden table in the living room, surrounded by six upholstered and hardwood chairs. Old Hoffa pushed aside the chair and knocked on the brick in front of the fireplace.The walls are deformed and open on both sides. At the same time, his clothes changed from simple white T to simple brown wizard robe.

Through a stone corridor, the sun came down through the transparent shutters, making young Hoffa raise his hand to cover his eyes.

The air is filled with the fragrance of herbal medicine. Behind the rows of glass windows are bundles of herbs, including mint, wild garlic, thyme, yarrow, rush, Paramo, King's leaf, hoof shaped car, moxa, laurel, etc. In the corner, there are rows of copper tanks filled with raw materials of magic medicine such as bat spleen and eel eye.

A lot of witches in wizard hats are picking and choosing behind the counter. A few young witches are sitting behind the counter, with small brass scales in front of them. Some of them bargain with customers, and some of them wave magic wands to help customers wrap their goods.

The picture is in sharp contrast to the modern audio-visual shop just now. It's totally two worlds. When the old man opened the audio-visual shop, he even opened a magic drugstore in Diagon lane.

"Boss."

"Boss."

Seeing old Hoffa coming, the witches behind the counter stood up one after another and saluted him respectfully.

"You go back today."

Old Hoffa said with a gentle smile: "I want to take care of the guests. Maybe they won't open the door these days. You should take a few days off first."

"Er..." the witches didn't expect it, but they soon looked at each other and said, "OK, boss, how long is the holiday?"

"Wait till I'm informed. I'll send you a message from owl."

Old Hoffa took out a temporary closure sign from the side and gave it to His Wizard: "go and get ready. I'm closing today."

After getting orders, the witches began to pack up their things, take away the daily garbage, apologize to the customers, close the door and leave the potion shop.

After everyone left, the old Hoffa turned to look at the young Hoffa and said with a smile, "you see, is this a leisurely life, usually selling magic drugs and listening to Muggle music...

" by the way, I'll bubble a woman 50 years younger than you? "

Hoffa asked, squinting.

The old man said, "are you scolding yourself?"

Hoffa stares at him. "I don't feel that bad."

"Young..."

the old man in front of him seemed to be a bit of a slouch, and said, "anyway, you have to experience what I have experienced, and you will become me sooner or later."

With that, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder. "Go upstairs and wash yourself. Don't get dirty."

"Ah

Hoffa raised his transparent hands and said, "do you want me to take a bath at this time? Are you clear about the situation? "

"What's the matter?"

The old man said with a smile, "it's just a flare of time. I'm not standing here well. If anything can happen, go."

...

an hour later, in the bathtub, Hoffa held his knees and the water splashed down from his body, cleaning all the blood from his body. But at the same time, a lot of transparent fragments fell from him.

I don't know whether 50 years is too long or he is too close to another self. This time, the intensity of the time flare is more fierce than that of Paris 50 years ago.

He couldn't help thinking of Chloe. His negligence killed her, and sylby. His ambition was clear. After 50 years of banishment, 50 years, giving that kind of person 50 years, what kind of "earth shaking" event could he make?

Can it be remedied?

He looked at himself with only half shoulder in the mirror and felt that there was a Mount Tai on him.

But then I thought of old Huo FA's face as light as a cloud, and he vowed. He was also puzzled. Could he be strong enough to heal his wounds after 50 years?

He's not sure. Maybe he can.

After taking a bath, a suit of clothes has been prepared outside the house and is placed on the corridor at will. Hoffa picks up the clothes and takes a look. It's his favorite simple casual suit. I have to say that he is the only one who knows himself.

When I went downstairs, there was a slight sound of cutting vegetables in the room.

A closer look, it turned out that the old Hoffa was wearing an apron to cut vegetables in the kitchen. He was sharp and attentive, with cabbage, mutton, potatoes, peas, turnips, lettuce, turnips and other ingredients piled on the cutting board, and rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things. The stainless steel pot on the stove was bubbling.

Seeing him like this, Huo FA was so angry that he really wanted to die out. He had spare time to cook.

Some intolerable young Hoffa went to the kitchen door and asked coldly, "if I die in this time and space, then you won't exist."

"Well."

Old Hoffa nodded calmly, took out a bottle of ice Cola from the refrigerator and handed it to him: "go and sit for a while. I've prepared three dishes. They'll be ready in a minute."Looking at the coke hanging in the air, young Hoffa was convinced. He took the coke and sat down on the chair.

Since old Hoffa is not in a hurry, it's useless to be in a hurry. Out of curiosity, he wanders in his future house to see what he has done in the past 50 years.

The room is not very big. Compared with the exaggerated Lamborghini and the two exquisite shops outside, this place is very ordinary. It's smaller than Miranda's home, with only two floors of single apartment. The interior decoration is also very common. The only decoration is the blue porcelain vase, which is typical of Ravenclaw's cool style.

At the corner of the corridor, he heard the chirping of birds.

It turned out to be a group of pigeons living under the eaves. Now it's getting late. They spiral down from the sky one after another, squatting in several cages hanging under the eaves, staring at the corner.

Hoffa followed their eyes and saw a bag of corn beside his hand.

"Can I feed them?" He called into the house.

"Don't feed too much." The old Hoffa in the house replied: "they all came back from the square and ate a lot during the day. I usually feed them before I go to bed. "

Young Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but did not feed the cooing, bulging pigeons. On the contrary, he glared at them and said fiercely, "what are you looking at? I'm not your master!"

A few pigeons pull a few bubble white excrement, called more Huan.

Hoffa snorted and turned away.

After a circle, he didn't find anything in the room that had nothing to do with his past. No photos of friends, no correspondence with other people, but saw a lot of wine bottles in a neat row. It made him shiver.

Why is there nothing?

My friends, where did they go? Will the fate of the future change? Is there Harry Potter in the world?

With this idea, he looked more carefully.

When he came to the fireplace, a light blue cushion was placed on the stone wall stove, and a wooden stick was quietly placed on the cushion. The moment he saw the stick, Hoffa's only eye lit up.

That's my wand!