In the central hospital of the provincial city, there is an old woman living in the ward on the 28th floor of the ward building, the old woman's skin has been dry, her face is also covered with age spots, her original white hair has almost fallen out, and the last tooth has been gloriously laid off more than ten years ago.

Now the old woman was lying on the hospital bed, and the instrument next to her made a slight beeping sound, which would break the silence of the room every second.

There was no one in the room, and as for relatives and friends, they were all in the next rest room, and they were all waiting for that moment to come.

Click!

With a soft sound, the door of the ward opened, and a sturdy figure walked in, judging from the dress, this person was wearing a doctor's coat, with a rash device around his neck, and a white hat on his head, and most of his face was naturally covered by a mask.

The doctor came to the side of the bed, squatted down gently, and stretched out a hand to caress the old lady's head, with a very tender gaze that looked like a father looking at his child.

The doctor took off his mask, revealing a face that had changed at the end of the decades, and if his old friends were still alive, he would definitely blurt out the name Bian Rui.

It was Bian Rui who came, he looked less than fifty years old, but his actual age was already two and a half years, because of the space, the years did not leave too many traces on his body, and the appearance of a hundred years ago has continued to the present, but in the long years, I am afraid that most people who are alive now have forgotten their grandfather, what does their grandfather look like.

"Jingjing! Dad is here" Bian Rui stroked his daughter's forehead and whispered his daughter's name.

The old lady, who was already dying, suddenly opened her eyes, and there was almost no luster in her dim eyes, but when the old lady's gaze fell on Bian Rui's face, it suddenly seemed like a spiritual light flashed from her eyes.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The old lady shouted softly with all her strength, trying to reach over her other hand and hold her father's hand as she shouted.

With slight tears in his eyes, Bian Rui put his mouth to his daughter's forehead and kissed it lightly: "Yes, it's me, it's Dad!"

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The lively daughter who was originally a little too much in Bian Rui's memory couldn't say a word at the moment, she just whispered to her father, her voice was full of attachment to her father, Jing Jing, who was already over 100 years old and full of children and grandchildren, seemed to have returned to her childhood memories at this moment. At that time, my father was still young, and he was just a child, and my father at that time rode a motorcycle with him, and the car drove as if he was flying in the heart of the sky.

"Dad, you'll never be the same, will you?" Jing Jing's eyes finally had a brilliance.

Brilliance is not a good thing, it is a sign of returning to the light.

Bian Rui did not answer his daughter's question, but took out a plush rabbit from his pocket, the age of the little rabbit was a long time ago, and the fluff on the rabbit's body was almost gone.

"My little bunny, you remember".

Jing Jing stretched out his hand like a chicken claw and grabbed the rabbit and put it on his cheek, gently sniffing the breath coming from above, it was the smell of his father.

Just then, footsteps came from the hallway.

Bian Rui put on a mask and gently stroked his daughter's head with his hand: "Dad will never forget that my daughter came to me and smeared my life with brilliance!

After saying that, Bian Rui turned around and left the ward quickly.

"You are?"

The oncoming doctor was strange.

"Oh, I made a mistake, let the family in, the old lady can't do it!"

After speaking, Bian Rui turned around and left.

When the doctor heard this, he trotted into the ward, and then trotted to the next rest room to inform the old lady's family.

There were more than 20 people in a room, and their faces suddenly showed sadness, and some women sobbed. Everyone stood up one after another, and the most striking of them were two gray-haired old men, a man and a woman, who knew that they had already passed a hundred years old at a glance, but these two were much stronger than the old lady in the ward.

"Old sister?" asked one of the old women sadly.

The doctor said, "Let's go and say a final goodbye!"

Two young men in their thirties helped the two old men back to the ward, and they found that their sister was in good spirits, and now she could move her body and legs, and she had sat up, holding a rabbit doll in her arms.

"You're here?"

"Sister!"

The two old men couldn't hold back anymore at this time, and the words they wanted to say seemed to be stuck in their throats, and they only kept sobbing.

"Okay, sister, don't cry, it's not beautiful to cry again" Jing Jing comforted her younger siblings.

"What about the eldest brother and the second brother?" Jing Jing asked.

"The eldest brother and the second brother are on the way, and they are rushing this way," said the junior next to him.

"People always have this day, I have lived for almost one hundred and twenty years, and I have lived enough, so don't cry and cry."

Before Jing Jing's words were finished, the old lady who was sobbing suddenly walked outside, and her little great-grandson who was holding her did not dare to disobey.

The old lady leaned on the railing of the staircase and shouted in the direction of the hall with all her strength: "Daddy, daddy!"

At this moment, Bian Rui, who had already arrived downstairs, heard the voice of his little daughter, and his body was stunned, and he hesitated for a few seconds before leaving quickly. When Bian Rui sat back in the car, he was already in tears when he took off his mask.

Now Bian Rui understands what the ancestor said, he once said that a long life is not a perfect thing, because it is always accompanied by suffering, you will watch your relatives disappear in front of you one by one, and then the whole person hides in loneliness, looking at the world coldly, the only thing that can make you think is your children and grandchildren.

After sending away his friends, Zhou Zheng, Hu Shuo, Wu Xi, etc., Bian Rui also sent away his wife, Yan Lan's death brought a huge blow to Bian Rui, at that time Bian Rui once ran to the place where the ancestors of the past dynasties were buried, and stayed silently for nearly three years, and now he has experienced the death of his eldest daughter, which he has already thought about at this moment, this is not something he can reverse.

Bian Rui didn't think about ending himself, but every time the sect would drag him back into the space at the last moment, now Bian Rui doesn't want to die, he has time to read a lot of books, even the most boring mathematics seems to have become a tool for him to pass the time, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or astronomy and geography, Bian Rui understands, not only understands, but he has also spent decades almost traveling all over the world, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles Lu Bian Rui has done it, he is now like an active library.

Finally, Bian Rui lived like an ancestor and became an old man with a strange personality.

Bian Rui, who was sitting in the car, didn't know that his little girl returned to the ward, looked at his sister and asked, "Dad has been here, hasn't he?"

Jing Jing smiled and said, "Dad loves you the most."

After speaking, the brilliance in the eyes of the old lady Jing became fading more and more, and finally the old lady's neck hung down gently, the only thing that remained unchanged was that she still held the little rabbit tightly in her hand, and the little rabbit that had been polished and almost became gray, and the two big ears hung down on both sides of the body peacefully, and the red lining on the ears also lost its luster.

"Grandma, grandma!"

Crying rang out in the house.

............

Twenty years later, a gray-robed Taoist came to the mouth of the valley, who rode a dilapidated bicycle, and walked on the side of the road with a clatter, still singing old songs.

"Old Daoist, where are you going?

A young driver stopped the car beside Lao Dao, stuck out his head and asked in a friendly way.

The old Taoist is naturally Bian Rui, he is walking on the way home at the moment, every time he approaches home, his heart is unnatural, he has left home for decades, and Bian Rui has become a timid wanderer near the villagers at this moment.

More than 100 years have passed, and the world is not as many people think, people still can't fly, and there are a lot of flying tools, but aside from science and technology, there is not much difference between the time Bian Rui is in, the poor are still running for a living, and the rich are still enjoying life.

"I'll go to Bianjia Village," Bian Rui said with a smile.

The young man exclaimed, "What are you doing in Bianjia Village?

Bian Rui smiled: "I'll go live for a long time!"

The young man was even more strange: "You have lived for a long time? Are you surnamed Bian? No, why don't I know you, I won't tell you that I am Bianjia Village, my name is Bian Ju."

"Oh, are you Bian Yue's grandson, or Bian Guang's grandson?" Bian Rui asked casually.

"Do you know this?" said the young man, even more surprised.

Bian Rui smiled: "I had a one-sided friendship with your great-grandfather!"

The young man didn't believe it now: "My great-grandfather, if you really live, I'm afraid that if you are not a hundred years old, you will be deceived by me."

Bian Rui smiled: "What do you do, you will know when I meet your elders."

The young man was skeptical when he heard this, but he still got down and invited Bian Rui into the car, and then drove Bian Rui to the village.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Bian Rui felt that the change in the village was really too great, except for the house and his memory, everything else was different, and all the fields in the village were now planted with high-tech, and they were no longer open-air.

While Bian Rui was observing the village, the young man pulled the car to the front of the courtyard of Brother Seventeen's house.

"Ancestor, Ancestor, I'll bring you someone," the young man shouted.

Seeing this, Bian Rui understood that it was the grandson of the seventeenth brother family who was now in charge of the village, but at this time this little grandson was already a gray-haired old man.

After coming out, this person looked at Bian Rui and was instantly stunned.

After a while, he came back to his senses and asked, "May I ask the old Taoist leader, who are you?"

"Look at this!" Bian Rui took out a letter from his hand and handed it to the old man.

The old man opened it and looked at it, and then after closing the envelope, he immediately asked the young man to call the other old man, and he led Bian Rui to the house.

"It turned out to be Yan Daochang, Yan Laozu, you hurry up and enter the house" The old man invited Bian Rui into the house.

After his wife Yan Lan died, Bian Rui left some arrangements and ran away, saying that he was concentrating on the Tao, but in fact, he was hiding from familiar people.

The little old man in front of him has naturally seen Bian Rui, but he hasn't seen Bian Rui for sixty years, even now Bian Rui is still the same as before, and he doesn't dare to recognize it face to face.

Bian Rui drank water lightly, waiting for a group of old people to come in, and after reading the letter, he was able to make a difference, and then an old man led Bian Rui to Bian Rui's old house.

"Old Daozu, please!"

Although Bian Rui looks younger than them, they don't dare to hold it up, because Bian Rui at this moment and Bian Rui in their memories are old friends, and in terms of brothers, it is correct for them to call Lao Daozu.

A group of village children were very curious about Bian Rui, and they were all driven away by the old man after watching for a while.

When Bian Rui arrived at the gate of his yard, he found that the yard was deserted, not as bright as when he was there before, patches of grass had grown on the tiles at the door, and a hole was exposed on the roof of the house in the west wing, anyway, it was a dilapidated appearance.

"Old Daozu, I think it's better to change the place for you, this place has not been inhabited for decades, and this house will be destroyed as soon as no one lives in it. In the past, we used to cultivate when we were cultivating the ancestral hall, and when the old aunt and uncle were there, they often asked people to come and repair it, and when they died, the elder brothers did not grow up here, so naturally there was a little less emotional ......."

The old man chattered, but Bian Rui listened kindly.

"No, it's just here, the monks don't care about this, and I also teach the children of the Bian family for Brother Bian, so it's great to have this place to live," Bian Rui said.

Where did the old man believe that Bian Rui could teach the children of the Bian family, but he didn't say it, and he was polite.

Send Bian Rui here, and after ten minutes, the old man left, and Bian Rui began to slowly clean up the dilapidated yard. On the second day, Bian Rui went to 'buy' the materials and started to repair the house, and after working for a while, the younger generations came to help, just as enthusiastic as their ancestors.

It was about ten days, the old house was renovated, and that night, the old house came to the sound of Bian Rui's piano, a song of mountains and flowing water, so that many old and young masters who had been learning the piano were leisurely fascinated.

The next day, a group of children were sent to Bian Rui by their families.

Bian Rui saw one of the brightest-eyed children, he looked five points similar to his wife Yan Lan, his eyes were big and bright, and he was as beautiful as the starry sky in Bian Rui's eyes, and at this moment this child was looking at Bian Rui with wide eyes.

"Old Dao Ancestor, can you fly?"

Bian Rui reached out and gently stroked the child's head, holding him on his lap: "Do you want to fly?"