Old Man Fang and Wutong had a good life, the two lived together from the beginning without feeling uncomfortable, or rather, Wutong was an untouchable phantom, just like a spirit behind him that only Old Man Fang himself could see.

It's sometimes misunderstood as being too lonely and thinking that it's the product of being alone, and the old man's heart has no fluctuations, and he has been quite accustomed to living alone in the face of such a gaze over the years.

"This move needs to be made like this... If you follow your move, I'm going to win this one. ”

Old man Fang put down the chess pieces, Wutong exclaimed, his cute posture was abnormal, and he puffed out his mouth: "The concubine body has lost again..."

Old man Fang shook his head helplessly, looking at the remaining handsome and pawn on the Wutong chessboard, he felt that playing chess with Wutong and his old friends would always have the feeling that he was a super first-line chess master, in fact, he was also a stinky chess basket, and he would lose when he played chess, so he would win by these two chess players.

Whether it's chess, or TV series, or more books, Wutong is very interested, because of the current state can not touch the real thing, but the most interesting is the life of the old man Fang, even when the old man goes to the toilet, he has to be observed, sometimes the old man feels that his life has become too strange...

After teaching Wutong to play chess, Old Man Fang took out a pen and paper to write something, sometimes thinking about it, sometimes writing and writing.

"What are you writing about..."

"I'm writing a suicide note. Old man Fang smiled calmly: "I am 81 years old this year, who knows if I will die suddenly one day, I have to let my life play some value, salted fish for a lifetime, I always want not to be salty." ”

Wutong was very calm about the act of writing a suicide note with the old man Fang, walked over, lifted his feet, and looked at the content of the suicide note, in addition to donating his small property to the public welfare school, he also donated his organs, like a diary, to write down the trivial matters of his life.

Come alone, go without anything.

"Hmm... People will always be lonely, write down the trivial things in life, maybe after I donate everything I have, everyone will know that there is such a person as me, right? A bad old man who has nothing can make people remember it is also a kind of ability. Old man Fang said, not seeing death as a flood beast at all, but facing it very calmly.

"You still haven't changed, there is no difference from before to now, what words are always stuffed in your heart, even if you go alone, the concubine body will still remember you, remember everything about you, the concubine body will not wait for you to come back, will go together, meet again together, that adult once said, we will meet again, no matter how many times the reincarnation separates my door, it doesn't matter..."

Wutong floated beside Old Man Fang, his face was also very calm.

People can't see the sycamore, but the butterfly bee instinctively surrounds the sycamore, fluttering and dancing, beautiful.

Old man Fang was also an old sullen man, put down his pen and paper, and silently admired the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"It seems that the old gentleman is quite accustomed to this kind of life. Li Yun appeared next to Old Man Fang very suddenly, holding a book in his hand and looking at it, quiet and natural, this book was a hundred years of loneliness from Old Man Fang's bookshelf, from Old Man Fang, it looked like an immortal who was studying the Book of Heaven, quiet and elegant.

Li Yun still smiled at the content of this book from time to time, as if he had an understanding, but in the middle of this hundred years of loneliness was a playboy who came from Bai Shen...

"I'm used to it, I don't know why I always feel like I've fulfilled my wish for many years. Old man Fang said with a smile, he still feels a little incredible, the goblin turned into a big tree is often by his side, and he is a lonely old man...

Li Yun saw Old Man Fang's thoughts, closed the hundred years of loneliness and put it back on the bookshelf, and at the same time put the playboy into his sleeve.

"Poor Dao thought that you would be scared of laymen, after all, the concept of ghosts hurting people is deep-rooted. Li Yun said with a smile.

"But she's not a ghost, she's a big tree, a big tree that has grown up with me..."Old man Fang said.

"It's not so much that she's with you, it's that you're with her, every time. Li Yun sighed, this old man has been reincarnated so many times and can return to this sycamore wood.

Three lives and three lives are the fate of heaven... Isn't there a sense of knowing one's destiny?

After chatting with Old Man Fang for a while, Li Yun came to Wutong's side, and Wutong bowed slightly to Li Yun.

"Poor Dao has something to ask you this time..."

At this time, Li Yun found the photo in his sleeve, which was the only photo of Xuan Daozi and the only photo with Li Yun.

On the left is an old Taoist with a gray beard, fairy wind bones, and dust in his hands, and on the right is Li Yun, a bear child with a snot bubble, a dead fish eye, and a muddy face wearing a small vest...

If it wasn't very necessary, Li Yun really didn't want to take out this photo, it was simply a real black history, and he felt ashamed to look at it.

"Poor Dao wants to ask, in your memory, has there ever been a person like him, where did this person come from, and where did he go?" Li Yun changed his mood and asked seriously.

Wutong looked at the old man of Xuan Daozi in the photo and said: "The concubine has seen this person, but the concubine's consciousness was still very vague at that time, and she couldn't tell the difference between people... However, this gentleman and concubine were impressed, and he pretended to encourage the young man at that time, but in fact, he looked far away, and his eyes were not far away from the stream... By the way, are men curious about women who don't have clothes?"

Wutong raised his head and looked at Li Yun with a curious expression.

Facing the pure little eyes of Wutong behind the mask, Li Yun turned his head and silently complained that the old man of Xuan Daozi had lost his face, and people didn't remember anything, so they remembered that you peeked at people taking a bath.

"Ahem, you can ask Fang Jushi this question..."

Seeing that Li Yun didn't want to say more, Wutong didn't force it, but continued.

"I don't know where he came from, and I don't know where he is going, but what the concubine can be sure of is that the people above him are indeed the people who set foot on this land five hundred years ago..."

It is enough to know this, to be sure, the old man Xuan Daozi once set foot here, five hundred years ago, as an ordinary person who could not systematically observe the spiritual sea...

After greeting for a while, Li Yun turned to leave.

As he turned to leave, Sycamore bowed and thanked him in a sunny way.

"The concubine is here again..."

"Thank you, Zhenjun. ”