Li Yu walked into the Huangji iron shop.

An old man with gray hair was lying next to him, skillfully repairing the pot in front of him with molten iron, which skillfully made Li Yu feel that this craft itself was a rare art.

Repairing the pot is an old craft at the level of tears of the times, and now that the pot is broken, who will repair it, and it doesn't cost much to buy it directly, and only some old people, with feelings and feelings, will come to repair this rotten pot.

"If you want to repair the pot and wait a while, the molten iron is already gone, or you will come again tomorrow, if you believe me, you can put the iron pot here, and you can get it yourself the day after tomorrow." An old man wearing reading glasses, who was repairing the iron pot with a serious face, said lightly, without looking back, concentrating.

Li Yu and Li Huan quietly watched the old man repair the iron pot in front of him.

The original tattered iron pot, under the old man's skillful hands, was gradually repaired and polished, and became no different from the original...

"Lao Huang, has my pot been repaired?" an old lady entered the shop and said familiarly.

"It's repaired, it's repaired, what's the hurry, old man, I'm striving for perfection, let's repair this pot, it won't be bad again in a few years." The old man pushed his reading glasses and cooled the pot scar in front of him with water.

"Hey, hey, I know that your old yellow head has good pot repair skills, and you are worthy of being an ancestor who struck iron, and it is a good one..."

The old man got up and noticed Li Yu and Xiao Li Huan, and said with some doubts: "Hello, do you want to repair the pot or buy the pot? If you buy the pot, you will take it in a week..."

"We're not here to fix pots or buy pots, we... He came to find the son of a swordsmith. Li Yu looked at the old man with a serious face.

The old man stood up, stretched, tapped his back, and shook his head.

"Come to me to find a knife maker? Did you hear an old man brag that we used to sell knives, and I'm sorry to tell you that there are no knife makers here anymore, and I have long been not allowed to sell them, and I changed to repair pots many years ago... It's hard to do the pot repair business now. ”

Knives are controlled substances, and privately cast knives are illegal, and even more so in modern times, where every knife is strictly controlled.

It is already a very fortunate transformation to be able to successfully change from knife casting to pot repair, and many people have even become useless under the torrent of the times, such as practicing martial arts and boxing, which is simply useless under the power of bullets.

"Times have changed, young man, there are no sons of swordsmiths here, only children of blacksmiths. ”

Old man Huang smiled, flipped over his leather apron, sat on the small chair next to him, turned on the radio, and fanned the wind with a small fan, looking complacent.

For Li Yu, who is not here to repair the pot, let alone a person who came to buy the pot, Old Man Huang looked happy to see it, and even took a few small chairs out for people to sit on.

"I myself have forgotten how long it has been since no one has come to sit with me, come on, come on, you're welcome..."

Li Yu didn't shy away from it, and found a place to sit down.

Old man Huang wanted to pour tea, but was preempted by Xiao Li Huan.

Li Huan, as a junior, poured tea and handed water to everyone.

"The little girl is so good. Old man Huang smiled, took off his gloves and said, "Little Taoist, you say, you are looking for the son of a swordsmith? ”

"Naturally, someone was looking for him. ”

"Think about it, when was the last generation of knife fighters in my family... Hmm..."Old Man Huang's thoughts drifted into the distance: "Oh... Yes, the last generation of my family to be a swordsmith was my grandfather, who died a few years ago..."

Died a few years ago?

Xiao Li Huan exclaimed with an exclamation on his face: "Wow! How old is your grandfather!"

Although it is a dryad, the concept of life and the like belong to the cognition of normal human beings, and Old Man Huang seems to be of retirement age, so his grandfather...

Grandpa's grandfather, that's how old.

"This is also the beauty of our village, my grandfather lived to be 118 years old, two years short of 120 years old, amazing, but a famous longevity. Old man Huang seems to be very proud and happy, after all, dying at such an old age is called a happy funeral: "Our tourism here is also on fire because of my grandfather's longevity... Outside, this place is called Changshou Mountain, what about Changshou Village, hehe, my son said that this is called concept hype or something, and said that many people in our village have benefited from it and made a lot of money. ”

Old man Huang was talking endlessly.

Li Yu listened silently, this old man seemed to have not confided in anyone for a long time, especially the juniors.

Old man Huang recalled the past and muttered.

"My grandfather, it's a little strange, when he was alive, he seemed to have been waiting for someone to come back..."

"Who are you waiting for, do you know?" asked Li Yucha.

"I don't know, I don't think my grandfather himself knows, although he is quite old, but his head is really confused. Old man Huang sighed with emotion: "But it's good to be confused, when my grandfather was still strong a few years ago, but he always ran to this mountain, ran down again, and his physical exercise was great... It seems that at the beginning, he remembered what he was going to the mountain for, but later, even he didn't know what he was going to do up the mountain, he just ran aimlessly up the mountain, ran, three days before he died, he stopped, silently waiting..."

Li Yu looked at Old Man Huang and said suddenly.

"Poor Dao has a reluctant request?"

"Huh.? What a reluctant please. Old man Huang wondered.

"Can you take the poor road to the grave of your parents? Li Yu paused, looked at the girl zombie behind him and said, "I think someone should want to pay tribute to him." ”

"This..."

Old man Huang was a little hesitant, this request was actually a bit abrupt.

Take people to the cemetery of their relatives, if someone else makes this request, Old Man Huang will turn around and drive people away with a broom to see the ancestral graves of people, how can there be such a request.

But I don't know why, Old Man Huang feels that he always can't raise any anger towards Li Yu, a Taoist priest.

Li Yu continued.

"You said your grandfather was waiting for someone?"

"I didn't keep waiting, it seems that after my grandmother died, he kept yelling that he was waiting for someone to come back, but he didn't wait. In this regard, Old Man Huang said disapprenorovingly: "People of the same generation as my grandfather are probably no longer here now, and I guess they won't be able to wait." ”

Generally speaking, most of the contemporaries of Old Man Huang's grandfather don't know how tall the grave grass is...

Li Yu smiled and said.

"What if, the man comes back?"

"What if... Your grandfather finally got there. ”