Hou Yaozong was stunned to see Li Bai pinching the nut in the middle with his thumb, and with a flick of his middle finger, the spinning top spun rapidly, emitting a circle of blue light. And usually Hou Yaozong can't turn it anyway, when he was five years old, the old Hou was still called Xiao Hou, when he happened to see the real owner of this fidget spinner used by his own eyes, the technique was exactly the same as the young man in front of him, until now he can still remember the situation at that time, he couldn't help but say: "It should be a blue flame, and a magical butterfly can fly out of the flame." ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Bai changed his finger in the air, and the circle of blue light burned, and it really turned into a circle of flames, the gyroscope rotated endlessly, and a butterfly flew out of the flames.

Hou Yaozong's eyes could no longer leave the blazing phoenix butterfly, staring at the beauty and skeleton on the wings stupidly, as if he was in the middle of an evil spirit. Li Bai pressed his fingers, and the spinning top rotating at his fingertips came to an abrupt halt. Hou Yaozong came back to his senses after a while: "I recognize you...... Is it really you? It's too suspenseful, for sixty years, I've been old like this, and you haven't changed at all? You're really a god. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Li Bai scolded.

"It's me, No. 5 Qingbai Hutong. The corners of Hou Yaozong's mouth twitched excitedly.

The "green" of "Qingjue" and the "white" of "Li Bai". As early as when Beijing became the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Li Bai bought a whole street here, which was first named Qingbai Lane. Later, after the change of dynasty, this street was constantly seized back by the ruling class, but Li Bai would always buy it back when he had the opportunity. Later, Qingbai Lane was renamed Qingbai Hutong. No. 7 Qingbai Hutong is Li Bai's residence in Beijing 60 years ago, and opposite Courtyard 7 are No. 5 and No. 6 Courtyards, and No. 5 Courtyard houses Hou Yin's descendants.

"It's not surprising that you don't recognize me, I was five years old then. When I was a child, I secretly saw that you used this treasure, and as soon as the butterfly flew out, the person on the other side died, so one night, while you were unprepared, I sneaked into your house and smoothed this thing out. Lao Hou said out in 1510, "You take care of it, you were young and ignorant, and then you always wanted to return things to their original owners, but I haven't seen you for 60 years." In Lao Hou's heart, he has always regarded you as a master, so he said that this was a gift from his teacher, but I didn't expect to see you in my lifetime, Xianjun, you accepted me as an apprentice. ”

"You recognize the wrong person, I'm not an immortal, this object is used by my grandfather. Li Bai vigorously denied it.

"Lao Hou is already past the age of Deanshun, you can't deceive me. Hou Yaozong shook his head into a rattle, and he started the car again, "What kind of hotel do you still live in, you don't want to go back to home, and the hotel is full of people, in case you find out your identity, it's not good, you can go back to Qingbai Hutong with me." ”

Seeing Li Bai's hesitation, Lao Hou hurriedly said: "Xianjun, don't worry, all the people who saw your old dignity in Qingbai Hutong back then are gone, and I am left alive." After speaking, Li Bai did not allow Li Bai to refuse, so he decisively turned the head of the car, and after about ten minutes, the road in front of him became narrower and narrower.

The afternoon sun is slightly dazzling, a flower cat stretches its waist on the old roof of gray bricks and tiles, sleepily watching a car enter the alley, the galloping wheels roll over the bluestone slabs stacked with red maples, the mottled brick walls whisper a thick Beijing accent, the narrow sky flies over a flock of pigeons, and the long pigeon whistle echoes in the ears. Li Bai, who was sitting in the car, looked at everything in front of him kindly, Beijing did become unrecognizable, but the hutong still retained a familiar taste, and through this long alley, it was the Qingbai Hutong that he had in mind. In the distance, there was a burst of childish Peking Opera singing:

Since I, I have fought with the king in the east and west, suffering from wind and frost and toil, year after year. Hate only hated the unTaoist Qin to ruin the lives of the people, and only caused the people to suffer hardship......

"Listen, that's what my grandson sang, and he was also a hard-working child, following me, an old man who was about to die wood. When Hou Yaozong said this, he sighed and said, "This child is more special, don't be scared when you see him later, he is eight years old, no school is willing to accept him, and he doesn't talk to strangers, so he can only stay at home every day." ”

"What about his parents?" asked Li Bai.

"Five years ago, on July 21, there was a heavy rainstorm in Beijing, and my son and daughter-in-law were drowned in their cars. What do you mean by this, Lao Hou has lived for most of his life, and for the first time he saw the city of Beijing turning into a sea of rain and drowning people on the road. Speaking of the deceased child, the old marquis choked up.

Li Bai only understood at this time why Hou Yaozong was old and used fortune telling to deceive people everywhere, it turned out that he was alone with his little grandson, and it was conceivable that his life was stretched.