There was a touch of fish belly white on the horizon, and the temperature was very pleasant in the early morning of June.

In the small courtyard, there was an empty coffin, with dried blood on the floor and a few broken green bricks.

Old Black and Big Gray fell asleep under the coffin.

A white-haired old Taoist priest sat on a stool with his back bent.

The wick on the table, half spread out on the table.

Chen Yang stood beside him, looked at the old man, and asked, "Can you stand up?"

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "Although I borrowed thirty-six years of yang life, it doesn't mean that you can die if you die. I did the math, there are still a few days to live, enough for me to explain the future."

The old man is Song Jingwei.

This night, Chen Yang watched with his own eyes the process of Song Jingwei moving from a middle-aged person to an elderly person.

His black hair was dyed white, and his body had entered old age.

His face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy, and he had little strength to speak.

He got up from his stool and said, "I have to trouble you to take me somewhere." ”

"Good. ”

Chen Yang nodded, and before leaving, let Lao Hei and them stay here, don't move around, and wait for him to come back.

Song Jing grabbed his hand slightly, adjusted his breathing, and tried to straighten his body, walking slowly with every step.

After walking a dozen steps, you have to stop, take a few breaths, and then continue walking.

On the way, he met a disciple who was doing a morning class, and the disciples looked at him curiously.

It feels familiar, but I'm not sure.

"I'm going to stop the car. ”

Chen Yang asked him to wait outside the Taoist temple, he walked to the side of the road, flagged down a taxi, and helped him to get in.

"Tired, go to the water west gate. ”

The driver hit the steering wheel and asked, "Master, which is the No. 1 Shuiximen?"

Song Jingwei said: "Liu's noodle restaurant on the street. ”

"The old master also likes to eat that beef noodle?"

"Yes, I've been eating it for decades, and my son loves to eat it too. ”

"There are a lot of delicious dishes, and the salted duck next to the noodle restaurant is also a must in our Laoling Mountain. ”

Song Jing smiled and said, "Yes, the duck is also delicious, my son likes to eat it." ”

Chen Yang listened to the silence, looking at Song Jingwei, who could talk to the driver very well, and the corners of his eyes suddenly became a little sour.

The taxi stopped at the door of the noodle restaurant, Chen Yang helped him down, and said before leaving: "Master, wait a minute, I have to go somewhere later." ”

"Okay, then you hurry up a little. ”

"Good. ”

Chen Yang helped Song Jingwei and asked, "I brought him here?"

"Well, I'm waiting for him here, please run again. ”

Chen Yang shook his head and said, "I'll accompany you in." ”

"No, you can go directly, I have to go and buy a duck next to it." ”

Song Jing waved his hand slightly, Chen Yang had no choice but to give up, got into the car, told the driver the place, and drove away.

Song Xueming was placed under house arrest in the Su family, and now that the matter is resolved, Song Xueming has also regained his freedom.

The Su family will no longer embarrass him.

Last night's seeding and living foundation ceremony was over, and the four of them waited until dawn to change into clean clothes from the inside out before leaving.

They watched Song Jingwei's black hair turn white, although they didn't feel any obvious changes, but Song Jingwei's changes made them believe that they had indeed borrowed their lives.

Back at home, Su Ruiping said, "You go back to the house to rest first." ”

Then I walked towards the garage of the villa.

The garage's electric door slowly creaks up.

A young man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes sat on the ground against the wall, head buried in his knees, seemingly asleep.

Su Ruiping walked over and kicked him: "Go back, tomorrow I will ask someone to come to you and sign the divorce agreement, and you will have nothing to do with our family in the future." ”

"Huh?"

Song Xueming opened his eyes and listened to his words in a daze, his brain was still a little unconscious.

"Dad, what did you say?"

"I'm not your dad. Su Ruiping said: "Let's go, go back to your Qingfeng view, don't come to Su Wei in the future." ”

Song Xueming walked out of the Su family's villa in a daze, stood on the road, watching the cars and people, and didn't know what was going on.

Su Ruiping, just let me go?

"Fa Ming!"

Someone shouted loudly in the distance.

"Fa Ming? seems to be my Tao number. ”

Song Xueming turned his head in confusion: "Xuanyang?"

"Just stop here, and the poor road will come back immediately. ”

Chen Yang pushed the car door and walked over quickly, looking at his appearance, he couldn't help frowning.

"Are you alright?"

"I..." Song Xueming finally sobered up and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"Abbot Jingwei asked me to take you there. ”

"Master..."

"Come with me. ”

Chen Yang turned around and walked towards the car, and Song Xueming hesitated and followed.

After getting in the car, Song Xueming was silent.

At this moment, his mind was clear, and he had many doubts.

"Master asked you to come to me?"

"Yes. ”

"What happened to me, the master told you?"

"That's it. ”

"Su Ruiping him..."

"The matter has been settled. Chen Yang turned his head and looked at him: "Abbot Jingwei is not a good Taoist, in many places, he is not good enough. But he must have been a good master and a good father. ”

Song Xueming didn't know why he suddenly said this.

Vaguely, he felt as if something had happened.

He looked at the scenery passing by outside the car and asked, "Where is this going?

Chen Yang didn't speak.

The driver said, "That old master is waiting for you to have breakfast at the noodle restaurant." ”

The more Song Xueming listened, the more confused he became.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the noodle restaurant.

"Get out of the car. ”

After paying, Chen Yang pushed the car door.

Song Xueming stood beside him, looking at the noodle restaurant in front of him and the braised vegetable shop next to him.

"Dad, I want to eat Uncle Liu's noodles and Uncle Li's salted duck. ”

A father and son passed by, a young boy who was ** years old, and said by the man's arm.

The man touched his head and scolded with a smile: "How can you eat so much, your father and I can't afford to support you." ”

Song Xueming seemed to see himself back then.

"Come in, he's waiting for you at the noodle shop. ”

Song Xueming hummed and walked towards the noodle restaurant, and Chen Yang followed behind.

The noodle restaurant is about 30 square meters, with two rows of eight tables horizontally, and as soon as you enter the noodle restaurant, you will have the fragrance of noodles.

There was a bowl of noodles in front of everyone, old lo mein, black old braised soup base, two chopsticks picked up the noodles and fished them out from under the soup base, sucked a bite, and ate sweaty.

Song Xueming looked left and right, but didn't see Song Jingwei.

Just when he was puzzled, Chen Yang walked in front of him, walked to the innermost table and sat down, and shouted to the boss: "A bowl of somen noodles, add a piece of vegetarian chicken." ”

Song Jingwei, who was sitting opposite him, said to the boss: "Count together, I'll pay together." ”

"Okay, a bowl of somen noodles, add a piece of vegetarian chicken, and come right away. The boss responded loudly.

Song Xueming stood there, looking at Song Jingwei, who was full of white hair and vicissitudes of life, his eyes widened and he looked at it in disbelief.

His hands trembled slightly, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously, and big ones fell.

His lips trembled, and his throat seemed to be stuck in something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Song Jing smiled and beckoned to him: "I bought the salted duck of the old Li family, your favorite food." ”

"Dad, Dad..."