The car drove on the old street of Z County. This old street carries the memories of too many people in Z County. The rice restaurants and steamed bun shops along the street are the taste of too many people's childhood. Some people who go out from Z County will not hesitate to drive here, just to taste the taste of childhood.

"Mr. Zhong, you won't blame me for telling Mr. Ouyang, right?"

Zhong Yue stared at the scenery along the way and came back to his senses, "Hmm? This is Manager Li's business. ”

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't have the courage of Mr. Zhong. I'm a professional manager, and I really can't think of any reason to accept such a ridiculous agreement. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Manager Li, I don't know if you've seen martial arts?"

"Oh...... "The Legend of the Bird Shooting Heroes" counts? At that time, I was still in high school, hiding under the covers and watching with a flashlight. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "Is it good-looking?"

"At the time, I thought it was really beautiful. ”

"And now?"

"Now?" Li Qiancheng looked through the rearview mirror and hesitated, "Now...... Let's make a living. In fact, he wants to say that this kind of martial arts movie is simply boring now.

Zhong Yue lowered the car window, and the cold wind poured in, "When you are young and frivolous, everyone lives in a hot-blooded river and lake in their hearts, not that it is a perfect place, but at least, there is no need to intrigue and beware." Doesn't Manager Li think that fighting ink is the fastest way to defeat Cao Morong?"

Li Qiancheng's hand holding the steering wheel squeezed even tighter, "But you don't necessarily win...... If you lose, you will never recover!"

"Ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the blood. ”

Li Qiancheng's eyes were stunned, and he didn't know why, but suddenly an inexplicable throbbing came to his heart.

Zhong Yue looked at the steam wafting outside the car window and said, "Manager Li, stop." ”

Li Qiancheng, who was still in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses, braked suddenly, and Zhong Yue almost hit the front seat with his head.

"I said Manager Li, you are ......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhong, I was distracted. ”

Zhong Yue said, "Okay." Then take the money and go to the restaurant in front of you to buy seven or eight oil cakes, and remember to add mochi. ”

"Rice dumplings, oil cakes, mochi?" Li Qiancheng was a little dizzy, "Is this something to eat?"

Zhong Yue got out of the car and smiled curiously at Li Qiancheng in the car window: "Of course, is it still used to play? Hurry up, there will be a long queue of people in a while." ”

Zhong Yue walked towards the steamed bun shop that had already lined up. When he was a child, every time he came to the county, his father would have the money to sell the good peach to buy him two meat buns. The gravy wraps the green onion, which not only removes the fishy smell, but also improves the freshness, and the flour is kneaded vigorously, and when you bite into it, it will not be like a meat bag in school, you can't see the meat, but the satisfaction between the lips and teeth.

A cage of steamed buns, more than twenty, all of a sudden the team was a lot less, Zhong Yue waited for about ten minutes before he could buy the buns. Facing Zhong Yue, who had finished sweeping half a steamed bun, the eyes of the people lining up behind him were full of grievances, and they had to hold back their hearts as unhappy as they were, but they had to hold back this unhappiness.

When Zhong Yue returned to the car, Li Qiancheng was already waiting, and said, "Mr. Zhong, there are so many, can you finish eating?"

"Go to Wanfeng Lane. ”

"Isn't there only one or three or five guests?" Zhong Yue has been there a lot, and Li Qiancheng, a professional driver, is also familiar with Li Deming's schedule.

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I have my own measure. ”

When the car arrived at Wanfeng Lane, Zhong Yue carried two large bags of dim sum and entered Li Deming's Yin Zhai.

Weekends are days of rest for office workers, but a place like this that is not even a workshop can only be called a studio for some old people who like to make seals.

"My oil cake. ”

"Buns, well, now it's up to two yuan a piece, right?"

A group of old men were eating snacks and talking to Zhong Yue about their parents' shortcomings. Zhao Zhimin was also with a few young workers, tasting the joy of afternoon tea. "Eh, I said Zhong Yue. 135 Guests, you always have more weird problems than others, right? There are always bad rules, and some people have complaints. ”

Zhong Yue finished eating the bun and threw the plastic bag into the trash can on the side, "Uncle Zhimin, you are eating my snacks, blame me, spit it out." ”

"Haha, Zhimin, if you want to scold, you can scold after eating! ”

"Haha. ”

Zhao Zhimin looked sideways and saw Li Deming standing in front of the hall, still wearing the same long robe, and immediately put away his smiling face, standing respectfully, "Teacher...... Master. ”

Li Deming walked over with a serious face.

Zhong Yue also bowed slightly respectfully, "Elder Li is good." ”

"Hey, do you still have the oil cake?"

"Oh, yes. Zhong Yue almost laughed out loud when he heard Li Deming's serious expression of begging for oil cakes. The people around him laughed too.

"Ahem. What to laugh at, hurry up and work after eating. ”

"Hey, okay. ”

Li Deming bit the oil cake and frowned: "The oil cake still has to go over and eat it, it's not crispy." ”

"There are buns, do you want them?"

"I don't like steamed buns. ”

“……”

These days, Zhong Yue often comes over when he has time to discuss with Li Deming about the knowledge of governing seals, and at first he just came to greet him, but the chatterbox guided him to govern seals, and this stubborn old man began to show his side of not admitting defeat, and Zhong Yue learned the techniques of governing seals, looking invincible in the world.

If it weren't for Zhong Yue's study under Qiu Wenzhen, and he had seen the sage knife and pen in "Seven Holy Pictures" in Daqian, he really wouldn't have this qualification, and sat down with Xiao Zhan Li to discuss.

The two people in the study sat opposite each other, each holding a seal stone, and every time they came, it was a two-hour discussion. Li Deming threw the carving knife aside, leaned back in the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm old, and I can't keep up with the physical strength of you young people. Li Deming stood up and looked out the window.

Zhong Yue used a punching knife to rule the seal, and at the same time blew off the stone chips, "Elder Li, you said that in a hundred years, will there still be people in our Huaxia who will rule the seal?"

"Yes. ”

"Three hundred years from now?"

"Yes. ”

"Five hundred years?"

Li Deming turned around and said with a firm gaze: "Yes!"

Zhong Yue raised his head, and the warm sun shone in obliquely, pulling Li Deming's figure long, "Are you so sure?"

"If you don't even have this bit of faith, what can you talk about governing India?"

"And what about after you?"

Li Deming looked at Zhong Yue firmly and said: "I believe that even if one day, when the Chinese nation no longer needs to use seals, there will still be some persistent people who will follow the footsteps of their ancestors in a corner to unveil the seal carving." When you pick up the knife and pen, don't you feel sacred at this moment?!"

"You're a real person. ”

Li Deming smiled, "Are you complimenting me?"

"No, the students were taught. ”

Li Deming walked over, patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder, handed a simple carving knife to Zhong Yue's hand, and said in a gesture of giving up on me: "Go and pursue the thoughts in your heart." After all, someone has to do something. Someone has to do it, too!"