In a small town in the south, a village surrounded by rice paddies, the population of the village is small, only three or four hundred people, and the village is all surnamed one.

A young man carrying a bag came from the entrance of the village.

A group of aunts and uncles who were still chatting about gossip stopped chatting and looked at the young people who came over.

"Twelve ancestors, six uncles, nine grandfathers, and eight mothers-in-law......" the young man greeted one by one.

An old man with a fan to chase away this annoying mosquito asked, "You're back." ”

The young man replied, "Yes!"

A lady on the side asked: "Which child are you from, the eldest lady is old and her eyes are not good, and she can't recognize it." ”

The young man smiled and said, "Eighth mother-in-law, I'm twenty." ”

The custom in this village is that when a child is born, it is the first of the same generation to come out.

"Oh, it's you, I haven't seen you for many years, you've grown so big, come back and take a look? I can't go out, no one has been at home for too long, it's inconvenient to cook, I'll go to my mother-in-law's house to eat later, I didn't bring my daughter-in-law back." ”

The young man smiled and said, "No, I just ate on the street when I came back, so I'll go back first." ”

Waved.

The young man hurried away.

When the lady saw him walk around the corner, she whispered, "This kid is really pitiful." ”

An uncle said: "Yes, he is the only one left in their family." ”

When the young man walked to the ancestral hall that carried his childhood memories, he stopped, faced the tablet in the ancestral hall, bowed his head and interlaced his fingers.

After praying earnestly in his heart, the young man walked through the ancestral hall with his bag on his back and walked to a house that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time.

The surrounding neighbors have long since moved out of the area, and modern buildings have appeared by the creek next to the ancestral hall.

He took a rusty key out of his backpack and unlocked the same rusty door.

Pushing the door in, the room was already covered with dust, and cobwebs could be seen everywhere on the ceiling and door.

With a sigh, he found a mop rag and cleaned it up.

After a few hours, the young man felt that the place was almost cleaned up.

I took out another key, opened the next room, and cleaned it up.

It wasn't until dusk that the young man took out a rocking chair from the room and placed it in the open space outside the ancestral hall.

Just lying on the rocking chair and watching the red sunset burned by the setting sun.

There are many mosquitoes in the south, but the strange thing is that the mosquitoes do not know whether they are intentional or unintentional, and they have a tacit understanding to bypass the area where the young people are.

The young man lay in a rocking chair from dusk until the sun rose.

When he heard the rooster crow, the young man put away his rocking chair and practiced his fist in the open space.

After a simple wash, I went to the street to buy some sacrificial supplies and came back.

The young man went up the mountain alone.

After reaching the mountainside of the stele mound, which was overgrown with four weeds, the young man pulled out the weeds little by little until the four mounds were completely recreated.

The young man took out the offerings and placed them on the leftmost one: "I won't put them one by one, grandma, parents, you can come to grandpa and enjoy it together." ”

Then the young man sat in front of the grave: "Don't blame me for not coming back to see you for so many years, I always thought you were still there, until I came back yesterday, I didn't see a familiar figure sitting on a rocking chair through the ancestral hall, a wrinkled face smiled softly and said to me, come back." ”

The young man smiled wryly and said, "I only then realized that you were really gone. ”

Take out a pot of rice wine unique to your hometown and sprinkle it on the loess.

"Let's take a sip together. Then he raised his head and took a bite in his mouth.

"I came back this time to tell you that I'm doing well, don't worry about me. ”

Then he stood up and solemnly knelt on the ground wet with rice wine: "I don't know when I will come back next time......"

At noon the young man descended the mountain and walked out of the village with his bag on his back.

——

At the door of a fifth-floor room in the handshake building in an urban village, the young man opened the door, and as soon as he stepped into the messy room, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

Looking at the number without remarks: "Hey!"

"It's me!" a familiar voice came from the phone.

After hearing who was calling, the young man smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"Are you back?"

Casually put the backpack behind the sofa: "Well, you just called." ”

"Come out and get together, or I'll go to you. ”

The young man looked at the messy room, thought for a moment, and said, "Come here! ”

There were ridiculous words on the phone: "Yo, Xu Zhiyu, a dignified immortal cultivator, still needs to clean up the room? Isn't it written in the novel that you gods can do it with a wave of your hand." ”

Xu Zhiyu said: "Don't talk nonsense, come over quickly." ”

"If you want me to see, you don't have to live there, it's not that you don't have no money, don't you have some leftover from the last time you won the lottery? ”

Xu Zhiyu scratched his head and nodded happily: "You have a point!"

"That's not!"

"I'll see you at the old place in that moment. ”

"The old place?"

"Old local food stalls!"

Honk.

After hanging up the phone, I picked up my backpack from the couch and glanced back when I walked to the door.

I walked back again, picked up a photo frame with a photo of four people from the coffee table, and put it in my bag.

——

In the food stall of the old place at night, Xu Zhiyu and Meng Qinghui sat face to face.

The two of them picked up their wine glasses and touched them, and then drank them all.

Meng Qinghui peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth: "How do you feel when you go home?" ”

After Xu Zhiyu poured the wine full, he helped Meng Qinghui to fill it too: "I don't feel anything." ”

"You must have been back for years, I remember almost six years. ”

Xu Zhiyu nodded: "Almost!"

Meng Qinghui said in a low voice at this time: "What are you going to do in the future." ”

Xu Zhiyu asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Meng Qinghui gestured and said, "It's just that you have already stepped into the cultivation realm, don't you want to find a sect, or some spiritual mountain blessed land to cultivate?"

"You've read too many novels, Shandeok told me before leaving, just let me wait, and when the aura recovers, he will come to me again. Xu Zhiyu gave him a blank look.

Meng Qinghui: "When will the aura recover?"

"There are more than twenty days left!"

Meng Qinghui's eyes lit up: "That's soon, then when can I start cultivating?"

"I don't know. Xu Zhiyu took a sip of the wine glass and returned.

Meng Qinghui drank the wine in his cup in disappointment, and then was silent for a while.

Then he seemed to think of something: "By the way, Zhiyu, I recently sorted out how to survive in the cultivation realm to the end,

"First of all, the surname Ye, the surname Xiao, the surname Wang will not provoke if he can not provoke, if he is provoked, don't give him a chance at the beginning, you must go all out to eliminate them, otherwise they will definitely come back to you for revenge later,

"There are also the most unpopular waste firewood in the general family or sect, and it is very likely that he will become a big man in the future, you must pay attention to it, and ......"

Xu Zhiyu looked at Meng Qinghui, who was gushing, and couldn't help but kick him from the low table: "It's endless, let you stop reading so many novels, you don't believe it!"

Meng Qinghui said innocently: "I'm not doing this for your good, you must know that ordinary people don't tell him this." ”

After Xu Zhiyu poured the wine for him: "Okay, I know that your old man has good intentions." ”

After finishing speaking, he raised his glass, and after the two of them finished drinking, Meng Qinghui suddenly said, "Don't you plan to go to her?"

Xu Zhiyu was silent for a moment.

"What's the use of finding it, she definitely won't go with me, if she chooses me, she won't leave that time. ”

Then he looked at Meng Qinghui and said, "You miss Lin Xianxian." ”

Meng Qinghui waved his hand and said with a smile: "How is it possible, how can I miss her." ”

Under Xu Zhiyu's scrutinizing gaze, Meng Qinghui said in a low voice: "Okay, I admit it......!

"So what are you going to do. It seems to be asking Meng Qinghui, and it seems to be asking yourself.

Meng Qinghui raised his head and clenched his fists: "I don't know, I don't know...... I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to do. ”

Xu Zhiyu poured a full glass for him again: "There will be a day when we meet again, and you won't let her go when the time comes." ”

Meng Qinghui nodded and said: "If this situation is in this situation again, I won't let her go, I was stunned last time." ”

"I understand!" Xu Zhiyu nodded and said.

——

A mountain that does not exist on the map, there is a temple on the mountain, in the kitchen of the temple, a white-clothed monk is holding a large bowl, is serving fragrant chicken soup next to the stove, when an old monk in white walks in.

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk hurriedly put down the bowl in his hand and folded his hands: "Meet the abbot." ”

The old monk nodded and said, "Virtuous boy, what are you doing?" ”

"Back to the abbot, the little monk is boiling chicken soup, planning to boil it and send it to your old man, the little monk just came back and heard the senior brother in the temple say that your old man has been in a bad mood recently, so he thought about boiling a bowl of chicken soup for you to taste, maybe you will be in a better mood after drinking. Seondeok said with a flattering smile.

The old monk patted Shande on the shoulder: "If that's the case, it's even if your kid is a little filial, but why doesn't the old man think it's like this." ”

"Really, Abbot, haven't you always taught us that the monks don't speak, and how dare the disciples tell lies!" said Shande in a firm tone.

The old monk patted Shande's bald head: "Don't pretend, who are you, don't you know yet?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Seondeok touched his bald head and giggled.

Then he hurriedly picked up a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to the old monk with respectful hands.

The old monk took the bowl of chicken soup that said it was chicken soup but not a piece of chicken, took a spoon from the stove, and fiddled with it.

"Shandeok, you said that a chicken has several legs. ”

Shande suddenly realized that he moved and fished out a chicken leg from the pot: "Back to the abbot, a chicken with two legs." ”

The old monk said slowly: "Then why is there only one in this bowl?" ”

Shande said embarrassedly: "Because when the other little monk just tried the taste, he tried it." ”

"I see. The old monk had just stepped out of the kitchen with chicken soup in his hand.

Then he turned around and said, "By the way, tomorrow you know to get up and ring the bell." ”

Seondeok asked inexplicably, "Why do you ring the bell, isn't the temple always ringing the morning bell?"

"Realize it yourself," the old monk walked away with chicken soup.

Seondeok looked down at the chicken soup in the pot thoughtfully.

"Mother, is there only this last rooster left in the temple, the poor monk slowly remembers that before going out, there are many of them. ”