Emma Rosy and Eva Taylor went through the woods and arrived at the location of Joe Wright’s disappearance when the sun had just set.
They of them slowly down the mountain road by memory, through a bush, Eva Taylor because of the slippery road underfoot, nearly fell from a few meters high slope, but fortunately by Emma Rosy pulled in time. Who knows because of this accident, but found not far from the bushes have been crushed traces.
Did the villagers’ suspicions come true, Joe Wright and Herman Baker did not chase people away, but fell here accidentally?
They men looked at each other, and immediately climbed the surrounding tree trunks, carefully down to the bottom of the slope, following the road trail all the way to search.
Finally, after a few dozen meters, a cave vaguely light!
“Sister Emma, look!” Eva Taylor pointed to the cave, anxiously darted over.
Emma Rosy rushed to follow, not only because she was worried, but also because she was afraid that the people in the cave were not Joe Wright and Herman Baker, but the black shadow …
The light source comes from the lamp hanging from the roof of the cave, is a chic shape of the chandelier, the wiring does not know how to design, she could not find a wire in a short time.
When They entered the cave, an old man with graying hair was sitting at the table eating his dinner and didn’t even look up when he heard footsteps.
“I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m dining. The retrievers are in the room, go find them yourself.”
With just one glance, Emma Rosy recognized the person’s identity.
Eva Taylor’s anxiety was written on her face as she ran straight inside, Emma Rosy bowed gently and thanked him before raising her steps to follow.
Since Master Wood was so calm, she thought Joe Wright and Herman Baker were fine, but the bruises and scrapes still made Eva Taylor’s heart ache.
She cared for Joe Wright, Emma Rosy was kind enough to take care of Herman Baker, They of them were busy with their own work, even Master Wood entered the door did not notice.
Master Wood was not happy to be ignored for his good deed, and he grunted, “You can recognize that face without wiping it, so save your water!”
Eva Taylor eyes only Joe Wright, ignoring him, said casually: “Grandpa, let us use the water first, and return it to you later.”
“Who are you calling grandpa?”
Master Wood was furious, but Emma Rosy smilingly called him “Grand Designer” and thanked him sincerely again.
Master Wood nodded his head and put his hands behind his back: “Recognize me?”
“I’m afraid you’re the only person who has the ability to design an ordinary cave in a unique way.” Emma Rosy looked around the room and gave a sincere compliment.
Master Wood raised an eyebrow and gave her a sidelong glance: “If you found me, why didn’t you mention the cooperation?”
Emma Rosy looked at They people who were still sleeping on the bed and replied respectfully, “Cooperation depends on the situation, and this is not the right time.”
Master Wood finally smiled with satisfaction, and before he left, he said, “Tomorrow at 3:00 p. m., I’ll meet you at my home.”
The next morning.
Herman Baker broke his foot and was carried away on a stretcher, telling jokes and making Chloe Clintn happy.
Joe Wright is only slightly injured and can move freely. He is deeply confused when he hears that he was saved by Master Wood, but the cooperation is not finalized.
To reassure him, Emma Rosy says that she has made an appointment with the Master and will meet him today to discuss the matter.
After returning to the villagers’ home, Joe Wright is completely protected by Eva Taylor, and is not allowed to get out of bed except to go to the toilet.
Joe Wright himself is uncomfortable, but he is just what Emma Rosy wants.
Master Wood is eccentric, he only met with her last night, there is no guarantee that he will refuse to talk to anyone else who follows her. But the exact route is still uncertain and she is worried that she will not be able to make it at the specified time, so she asks the villagers to help lead the way.
Ding-dong…
After ringing the doorbell, she took a few steps back, looked down at the mess she was in, and scratched her hair in slight embarrassment.
When Master Wood opened the door, she was staring wide-eyed at the little insects that had clawed their way out of her hair, her white T-shirt and light blue jeans had turned a muddy gray, the hem of her shirt had been cut with a few holes, and as for her shoes, they were even worse.
“Sorry ah Mr. Wood, I … do not seem to be suitable to enter your home as a guest.” Glancing at the clean and tidy living room through the doorway, Emma Rosy looked apologetic.
Master Wood smiled brightly: “Fourteen fifty-five minutes, this is the opportunity given to you by God, whether it is appropriate, you decide for yourself.”
It was not yet three o’clock, he meant he agreed to talk to her about cooperation?
Emma Rosy was overwhelmed with joy, and was busy patting off the sludge on her body, respectfully following Master Wood into the door.
Standing in the living room, she had a dilemma: she was covered in mud, could she sit on the sofa?
“Don’t move.”
Master Wood stopped in time and brought a chair from the corner, choosing it carefully, Emma Rosy thought, “He must have been looking for the ugliest one because it wouldn’t hurt too much to waste it.
Emma Rosy finally got to meet Master Wood as she wanted to, and after talking to him, she learned that Master Wood not only knew Master Wright, but also had some friendships with her parents years ago.
“When you were just born, I brought a rattle with me when I was a guest and you loved it.”
Looking back on the past, Master Wood’s face showed a vicissitudes of smile, exclaiming that he was getting old. After learning that Emma Rosy’s parents had passed away, he couldn’t stop sighing: “Ugh …”
When her mother died, Emma Rosy was still young, and although she was infected by the sadness of the adults, she forgot about it after eating a few bags of snacks and going to the playground once.
The death of her father was a catastrophe for her, and the ensuing calamity turned her fate around.
However, now sitting here, she has been able to recount those experiences as if they had happened to someone else.
Worried about Master Wood’s age, Emma Rosy quickly changed the subject: “The rattle you gave me is now in the Wright Family’s collection, so if you have time, please come back as a guest.”
Master Wood understood her thoughts, and for the rare time did not make things difficult for her.