In this small garden, there are few tourists, only a bad old man, sweeping the floor slowly with a broom.

Following a person beside me, at this time did not have a good temper tunnel: "This old man is not easy, so old, why still sweep the floor here, here social welfare seems quite good ah?" Wouldn't it have fallen to this point?

After he said that, I followed the old man who swept the floor and gave him a quick glance. My eyebrows couldn't help wrinkling.

At this point, the old man sweeping the floor turned his back to me and could not see his face clearly, but the...