Chapter 280
Looking at the thinning hair on the forehead, the pink lip print left by the tender model on that old face. Those golden eyes are exactly the same as myself.
Hoffa was stunned at first, then top-heavy for a while.
"I...!?"
The left arm crystallized rapidly, faster than ever. Ignoring the surprise and pain, he rushed forward and grabbed the old man's face as if he wanted to tear it off.
The old man was not surprised, but smiled and pushed him away with one hand, put on his sunglasses again, and started Lamborghini.
Hoffa sits paralyzed in the co-pilot, his chest rises and falls sharply, and a thousand words rise in the mind, but can't say a word for a long time. He is not a stupid person. The moment he saw those eyes, he immediately thought of countless probabilities.
I am not dead.
I went back in time.
I lived to be more than 60 years old and bought a luxury car.
He even...he suddenly looked up towards the rearview mirror, that woman had already disappeared.
"That...that...who is that!?"
Hoffa's voice actually became a little trembling, "Is that, my daughter?"
>The old man glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, "Daughter? Ha, you think too much, I don't have the kind of daughter who sees money openly, just a little girl who is greedy for money."
"I...!?"
Hoffa didn't know what to say. After confirming that the guy in front of him was the self fifty years later, he temporarily put down his attention to death The fear was replaced by a black question mark.
"I know you have a lot to ask, but now is not the time."
The old man smiled and patted his back: "Let’s eat something first."
p>With the last roar, the large Lamborghini drove into an alley, then turned a few more turns, and finally stopped in a square in the middle of a building complex.
The square is surrounded by hipped roof villas. The overall appearance is gray and blue, which looks very elegant. There is a small lawn and garden downstairs. The entrance of the square directly faces the street, with a row above it. Tiefenlan still seems to be a rather high-end community.
After parking the car, the old man turned his car key and got off. He did not have the demeanor of a successful man he imagined. After leaving the car, he looked unusually ordinary.
Hoffa followed behind her old self, looked at his sparse gray hair, and couldn't help feeling his thick hair.
Damn, do you have hair loss one day? He is secretly annoyed, can't he take care of his hair if he has the money to buy a sports car?
A few middle age persons holding Labrador came in the distance. They seemed to be their future neighbors. They smiled and said hello to the self who was walking in front, and the old themselves laughed too. Replied to them in full, with the appearance of a friendly citizen.
"Mr. Bach is back."
"Yes, good evening, Mr. Herbis."
"Will you come back from grocery shopping?"
p>"hehe, no, I'll take my son back and stay for two days."
After that, the old man still unceremoniously took the young Hoffa, holding it in a rather wicked way. His back: "How about, is my son handsome?"
"Ah, Mr. Bach's son, this is the first time I see you."
The old man It’s not strange to be surprised, completely ignoring the dirty holes in Hoffa's body: "The young man is very energetic."
Hoffa's muscles twitched on his face, and he was embraced by the elderly himself. He endured the flare of time. The pain of erosion just didn't say a word.
But doubts popped up in my heart one after another. What happened in the past fifty years, how did he go back, and what happened to Silby in the end? Where are those familiar people now? The most important thing is that I may only have less than half a day left in my life. After half a day, how did I survive?
Many doubts are added, but I don't know how to speak. The elderly Hoffa took him to the door of a video store. After entering, he hung a sign saying [Closed Today] on the door.
There are many old vinyl records and tapes in the store. There are many movie posters on the walls and the band's promotional pictures. Characters such as Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury. The decoration of the store is very modern. He is very familiar with the road, and he is undoubtedly the owner of this store.
Hoffa felt like vomiting ten thousand words in his heart. After holding back for a long time, he asked:
"You bought a Lamborghini by opening a video store?"
( He thought for a while and didn’t ask, I bought a Lamborghini by opening a speaker store?)
"Are you not confident in yourself?"
The elderly Hoffa slightly smiled, it seems to see through him Subtext.
"Let's come." Hoffa frowned. "You must understand what happened later. Quickly, tell me how to go back."
"I am interested in opening a store, hobby." The elderly Hoffa smiled and turned left and right, "Come on, I will show you another property of mine."
So he walked through the video store to the back door and opened another door. When he arrived at his residence, the living room was placed with a small red rectangular wooden table surrounded by six upholstered hardwood chairs. Old Hoffa pushed the chair away and knocked a brick in front of the fireplace of the residence.
The wall deformed and opened to both sides. At the same time, his clothes changed from a simple white T to a simple brown wizard robe.
Passing through a stone corridor, the sun shone through the transparent blinds, making the young Hoffa raise his hand to cover his eyes.
The air is filled with the scent of herbs. Behind the rows of glass showcases there are bundles of medicinal herb, including mint, wild garlic, thyme, yarrow, rush, paramo, and king's leaf. , Hoofed cart, tansy, laurel, etc. In the corner, there are rows of copper tanks filled with potion raw materials such as bat spleens and eel eyes.
Many witches wearing wizard hats pick and choose behind the counter. A few young wizards sit behind the counter with a brass scale in front of them. Some of them bargain with customers, some brandish wands. , Help customers wrap up the goods.
The picture is in sharp contrast with the modern audiovisual store just now. It is completely two worlds. While the elderly self opened the audiovisual store, he actually opened a potion store in Diagon Alley beside the wall.
"Boss."
"Boss."
Seeing elderly Hoffa coming, the wizards behind the counter stood up and beat him respectfully Hello.
"Let’s go back today."
Old Hoffa’s gentle said with a smile: "I want to take care of the guests. I may not open the door these days. You can let yourself go first. A few days off."
"Uh..." The wizards looked unexpected, but they quickly looked at each other and smiled: "Okay, Boss, how long will you have a vacation."
p>"Wait for the notice, and I will owl to pass the book to you."
The elderly Hoffa took out a temporarily closed sign from the side and gave it to his wizard: "Go, get ready. , I’m going to close today."
After several wizards were ordered, they started to pack things, took away the garbage for the day, apologized to customers, closed the door, and left the potion shop.
After everyone left, the elderly Hoffa turned to look at the young Hoffa, said with a smile: "Look, is this life leisurely and leisurely? I usually sell potions and listen to muggle music... ...."
"By the way, a woman fifty years younger than you?"
Hoffa asked, squinting.
old man twitched his lips: "Are you scolding yourself?"
Hoffa stared at him, "I don't think I'm so unbearable."
"Young Ah..."
The old man in front of me looked a little mad, and lazily said indifferently: "Anyway, you have to go through everything I have experienced. Sooner or later you will become like me."
After that, he patted Hoffa's shoulder, "Go, go upstairs, wash yourself, don't get dirty."
"Huh!?"
Hoffa raised his completely transparent hands, "At this time you still let me take a bath? Are you clear about the situation?"
"Why?"
old man slightly smiled, "It's just a time flare. Am I just standing here? What can happen, go."
......
An hour later In the bathtub, Hoffa hugged his knees, and the water crash-banged down his body, washing away all the blood filth on his body. But at the same time, a lot of transparent fragments fell off his body.
I don’t know if it’s fifty years too long or he is too close to the other self. The fierceness of the time flare at this time is more fierce than it was in Paris fifty years ago.
He can't help thinking of Chloe, his own negligence killed her, and Silby, his ambition has become clear, he banished himself until fifty years later, fifty years later. In 2015, given that kind of person fifty years, what kind of "heaven shaking, earth shattering" major event could he make?
Can it be remedied?
He looked at himself with only half his shoulders in the mirror, and felt that a Mount Tai was pressing on him.
I can change my mind and think of the elderly Hoffa's calm and solemnly vowed look. He was also a little confused. Could it be that fifty years later, he has become so strong that he can heal the wounds of the law on his body?
He is not so sure, maybe he can.
After taking a shower, I have prepared a set of clothes outside the house and placed them on the corridor at random. Hoffa picked up the clothes and took a look. It was his favorite simple casual suit, and I had to know myself. Only oneself.
When I went downstairs, there was a faint sound of chopping vegetables in the room.
Take a closer look, it turns out that the elderly Hoffa is wearing an apron and cutting vegetables in the kitchen. Turnips and other ingredients and rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things. The stainless steel pot on the stove was simmering.
Seeing him like this, Hoffa didn't get angry. He really wanted to die, and he still had some spare time to cook.
Some young Hoffa who couldn't stand it walked to the kitchen door and asked coldly: "If I die in this time and space, then you won't exist anymore."
"en."
Old Hoffa calmly nodded, took out a bottle of ice-cola from the refrigerator and handed it to him: "Go and sit for a while, I have prepared three dishes, and they will be ready soon."
Looking at the Coke hanging in midair, the young Hoffa was already convinced. He took the Coke with his hands and sat down on the chair.
Since the old Hoffa is not in a hurry, there is no point in rushing himself. Out of curiosity, he wanders in his future house, wanting to see what he has done in the past fifty years.
The house is not too big. Compared with the exaggerated Lamborghini and the two refined shops outside, this place is very ordinary, smaller than Miranda’s house, with only two floors. Single apartment. The interior decoration is also very common, the only decoration is the blue porcelain vase, typical of Ravenclaw's cool and cold 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. It was getting late at the moment. They hovered down from the sky one after another, squatting in several cages hanging under the eaves, staring at the corner intently.
Hoffa followed their eyes and saw a bag of corn next to her hand.
"Can I feed them?" he shouted into the room.
"Don't feed too much." Old Hoffa inside the house replied: "They all came back from the square and ate a lot during the day. I usually feed them before going to bed."
Young Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but still did not feed the pigeons with gu gu screaming and bulging necks. On the contrary, he glared at them and said fiercely, "Look, I am not your master!"
A few pigeons pulled a few white poops, and the cries became even more joyous.
Hoffa lightly snorted, turned and left.
Walking around, he did not find anything in this room that has nothing to do with his past. There are no photos of friends, no letters with other people, but I see a lot of neat and tidy wine bottles in a row. This made him shiver.
Why is there nothing?
Where did my friends go...? Does the future destiny change? Does this world still have Harry Potter?
With this thought, he looked more closely.
When he walked to the side of the fireplace, a light blue cushion was placed on the stone fireplace, and a wooden stick was quietly placed on the cushion. The moment Hoffa saw the stick, Hoffa's only eye brightened.
That is my wand!