Taking advantage of the fact that there was no class in the afternoon, Li Bochuan wanted to find out if there were any mountains to find a contractor, and by the way, relax himself, so that he could have a good attitude and mood to face the next boiled solid Peiyuan soup.

Speaking of changing mountains, in fact, Li Bochuan has also been struggling, on the one hand, he wants to go back to his hometown to find a mountain, which will be more remote and hidden, and it is more suitable for him to cultivate, and at the same time, he can take care of Zhou Shanjiang and his wife, which can be described as the best choice. But on the other hand, he was reluctant to give up directly from school, he still wanted to finish the university in the past few years, and this was also the idea of going down to Mushan after school, and he had a few good friends here, whether it was Dongfang Yang or Wei Wudao, or Chen Yihai, or Zhong Quan, they were all very good people, and they had all helped him, plus he was familiar with Wei Wudao to buy medicinal herbs, and if he went back, he would have to get to know someone again, which was also a trouble.

Therefore, as of yesterday, Li Bochuan was still entangled. So he wrote another letter.

Dear stranger

Hello! I think this is the last time I'll call you a stranger, because I think, for so long, you've listened

I have a lot on my mind, so I feel that you are no longer a stranger to me, but a good friend I have never met, so I decided to call you a good friend in my future letters. I think you'll take it.

I want to change places, and now I have two places to choose, one is to take care of my loved ones, and at the same time, it is more conducive to me to do things, and the other is to fulfill my long-standing wishes. You may say that it would be nice to go to the place where you want to fulfill your wish and then go back to another place. Maybe you don't know, no matter where you go, if you go, you have taken root, and if you want to change, then everything has to start all over again.

So, there's no way to get the best of both worlds, and I have to choose one or the other.

But I have to make a decision and can't put it off any longer.

I just hope I don't regret the decision I made!

Alright, good friends, that's it!

Have a great day!

A good friend who has never met

December 10, 2018

In the morning class, Li Bochuan had already put the letter into the mailbox.

He was still struggling along the way, but he wanted to come to Professor Yu to see if there were any mountains to be contracted out in Baishui Village, if there were, he would be here directly, if not, then he was preparing to go back to his hometown.

Come to the teacher's office.

There was only the middle-aged teacher who was a man and a woman in the office, and Professor Yu's desk was full of papers, but there was no figure of Professor Yu.

"Isn't it supposed to be sorting out documents at this time?" Li Bochuan thought to himself.

"Hello, teacher, where has Professor Yu gone?" Li Bochuan walked to the middle-aged female teacher's desk and asked.

"Oh, it's you! Professor Yu has been taking leave for the past few days! It seems that the family is sick, and he should be in the hospital now!" The female teacher raised her head, she knew the student in front of her, the one who gave Professor Yu a mango, it was the best mango she had ever tasted, which impressed her, and she also knew that he had a good relationship with Professor Yu, so she told Li Bochuan about Professor Yu's recent situation.

Recently, Li Bochuan did not have Professor Yu's class, so he didn't know that Professor Yu had taken a leave of absence.

"Then do you know which hospital Professor Yu is in?" asked Li Bochuan.

"This... I don't know!" said the female teacher, shaking her head.

"Professor Yu is no longer in the hospital, but at home!" said the male teacher next to him suddenly, apparently remembering Li Bochuan as well.

"Then can you tell me where Professor Yu's home is? I'm looking for him!" Li Bochuan immediately came to the male teacher's desk and asked.

"Okay, thank you!"

With the address given by the male teacher, Li Bochuan walked out of the office.

Subsequently, Li Bochuan took a car to the Jinguo Community on Aiguo Road.

Jinguo Community, No. 666.

Li Bochuan pressed the doorbell.

After a while, the door clicked open, and it was Professor Yu.

"Bochuan?" Professor Yu looked at Li Bochuan outside the door in surprise, and was very surprised and surprised that Li Bochuan appeared outside his house, but Professor Yu quickly reacted and immediately invited Li Bochuan into the house, "Come in, come in, sit." ”

"Hello Teacher Yu, long time no see!" Li Bochuan had indeed not seen Professor Yu for several days. Then Li Bochuan brought in the fruit basket he had bought before he came. It was a two-bedroom house with only Yu Yaozhong and his wife in the house.

"How did you know I lived here?"

"The teacher in the office told me! I went to see you. Li Bochuan told Professor Yu about what was going on in the office.

"So that's the case, I knew it was like this, I wouldn't have told him!" After listening to this, Yu Yaozhong joked.

"How is Teacher Lin's illness, is he getting better?" asked Li Bochuan. Teacher Lin is Yu Yaozhong's wife, named Lin Zhaojun, and she is also a teacher.

"It's still the same, I've seen a lot of doctors, but nothing has worked. At the mention of his wife's illness, Yu Yaozhong's face instantly became very ugly, it was a worried look, he shook his head and said, "It's normal to be sick when you're old." ”

Through Professor Yu, Li Bochuan knew that Yu Yaozhong only had one son, who had already started a family in the capital, was very busy with his career, and had a family to take care of, and he came to Lin Zhaojun when he entered the hospital, but Lin Zhaojun went home to recuperate and went back again, before going back, his son proposed to hire a servant to take care of Lin Zhaojun, but Yu Yaozhong refused, he still felt that he was taking care of it safely.

After listening to Yu Yaozhong's words, Li Bochuan was overwhelmed with emotion, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

At the same time, Li Bochuan learned from Yu Yaozhong's mouth that Lin Zhaojun's illness should be similar to Ji Bei's wife's illness.

"Teacher Yu, can I take a look at Teacher Lin?" Li Bochuan proposed.

"Yes, come with me!"

Li Bochuan followed Yu Yaozhong to a bedroom.

The bedroom is simple, with two bookshelves full of books and a wardrobe, as well as a TV. On the bed lay a thin, short-haired and somewhat gray elderly woman, wearing a sweater, covered with a thick quilt, with a wrinkled face, and looking even older than Yu Yaozhong, Lin Zhaojun.

Lin Zhaojun, who was half-squinting, slowly turned around when someone came in, and his body lying on his side slowly turned around.

"Wife, my student has come to see you!" Yu Yaozhong whispered to Lin Zhaojun.

Lin Zhaojun was about to do it, obviously very happy.