On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

The sound of reading came from a col, in front of which was the sea, and there was a private school, and in the private school were the children of the surrounding villages for ten miles and eight villages, this gentleman came here three years ago, and he set up this private school to teach the children in the village to read and write, and did not charge money.

Correspondingly, the parents of these children are also very grateful to this gentleman, and every day spontaneously, someone will always bring the family food here to give to the gentleman, and the gentleman will not shirk it, and he will eat it when he comes.

Today, a little boy couldn't help the doubts in his heart, sat next to the gentleman who was eating, and asked softly: "Sir, I heard that there are immortals on the other side of the sea, is it true?" ”

The gentleman put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the distance of the sea, smiled slightly, touched the little boy's head, and said, "Maybe there is......"

"What do the gods look like?"

"That's probably what we are."

"Isn't that human? Why are you called immortals? ”

"Yes, it's people, but they think maybe it's better that way." Sir thoughtful.

"What's better?" The little boy was a little puzzled.

"Nothing better, Changsheng, it's time for class." The gentleman put away the lunch box that had been eaten, handed it to the little boy named Changsheng, and walked to the classroom with some slumps.

The little boy chased after him.

On that day, there was lightning and thunder, and many students were unable to concentrate on class because of the lightning and thunder.

A person, holding an umbrella, the pouring rain smashed on the umbrella to make a ticking sound, the splashing rain seemed to dance, flying everywhere, and the remaining rain continued to drip along the skeleton of the umbrella.

He walked from the entrance of the village to the end of the village, and then to the small private school that was still a mile away from the end of the village.

Standing under the eaves outside the door, he put away the umbrella, shook the umbrella vigorously, gently put it away with the umbrella cover, knocked on the door twice, and the sound of the lecture inside stopped, and there was no extra sound.

Squeak ......

Pushing open the door and walking in, I found that it was raining so heavily that there was no wet place on the person's body, and even the shoes were not stained with half a drop of water.

The children had no intention of going to class, and when someone came, they didn't want to listen to the class, so they all looked at the person standing at the door.

The man was polite, standing in the doorway with his fists clenched, bending down, and saluting.

The children are very curious, this ceremony was taught to them by the husband, and it is only used when the younger generation meets the elders, and the subordinates meet the superiors.

They turned their heads to look at the gentleman on the podium, as if they smelled something unusual, and there was some hope in their eyes.

The gentleman didn't talk to the man, but just knocked on the lectern with the stick, telling the children to listen carefully and ignore the man.

The man didn't say much, didn't find a place to sit, just stood quietly in the doorway, waiting.

Although the children are listening to the lesson, who can listen to it?

Their minds flew into all sorts of blind speculations.

"That's all for today." The gentleman also knew that this would not work, so he announced the end of the class, but no one left, and today was going to leave school earlier than usual, and it was raining heavily, so they had to wait in the classroom for their parents to pick them up.

Stepping off the podium, the gentleman walked out the door slowly, letting the rain hit him, and in a moment he was already soaking wet.

didn't tell the man, the man followed quickly, opened the umbrella, but not on his head, a faint layer of true qi on his body blocked the rain.

"The Beginning ......"

The two men walked a long distance in silence, and the man finally lost his breath and spoke.

Qingluan raised his hand to stop him from continuing to speak: "There is no Taishi here, I am just a teacher!" ”

While talking, Qingluan pushed open the gate of the courtyard, the yard was not big, the fence made of branches, the roof made of thatch, three rooms, the middle hall, a child of about two years old was playing, and a woman was sitting beside the child, looking at the child kindly.

When the child saw Qingluan, he staggered towards the door, and kept screaming, Daddy...... Father...... It doesn't matter if it's raining heavily outside the door.

The woman stepped forward and grabbed the child, waited for Qingluan to enter the house, and when he saw another person coming in, he quietly retreated with the child and poured tea.

"Is that really good?" The man finally asked.

"What's wrong?" Qingluan asked lightly, like an ordinary person, entered the bedroom, took off the soaked clothes on his body, and changed into a suit.

The man was silent for a long time.

The woman brought the tea, poured a cup, and went back into the kitchen.

Qingluan and the man drank tea silently, and no one spoke again.

"Then I'll take my leave!" After a cup of tea, the man also stood up, no longer staying, the rain had stopped, and the red remnant sun hung on the sea level.

Qingluan didn't get up, didn't say a word and walked slowly, still sitting, drinking the tea in his hand, the water had been drunk, and only the tea leaves remained.

The man walked step by step, this time, the rain wet his shoes, and the robe was also wet with the water that splashed lightly, it turned out that the feeling of a mortal was like this, he seemed to have forgotten this feeling, I thought that when he met Qingluan again after he also took that step, maybe it was the person who gave him the desire to fight, but when he really met, he found that he was still too far behind that person, it seems that this gap is not from cultivation, but from another direction, maybe life...... He didn't know that the gap was the gap.

The woman came out of the room with the child, and the child stretched out his hands and threw himself into Qingluan's arms, and Qingluan took the child and held it in his arms, kind and doting.

"People are gone?" The woman asked Qingluan with some doubts, and Qingluan hummed and looked at the woman politely.

The woman's face was slightly red, and she turned her head to the side before she said to Qingluan, "Since the guest has left, if the gentleman has no other instructions, I will also leave." As soon as he walked a few steps, he seemed to remember something again, turned to Qingluan and said, "The meals are all in the pot, what are you going to eat tomorrow, Mr. will tell me after thinking about it, and I'll buy it." In fact, where does Qingluan need a woman to buy what she eats, this is just a casual remark by the woman.

Qingluan hummed slightly, just teasing the child in her arms, and the woman turned around again, blending into the afterglow of the setting sun.

The afterglow of the sunset stretched the woman's figure very long, long enough to enter Qingluan's house, Qingluan looked up at the woman's back, and watched quietly, the child babbling in Qingluan's arms willfully, Qingluan did not blame, let the child be coquettish.

Qingluan looked at the woman's shadow with complicated eyes, and it was not until the woman's figure disappeared into the horizon that he picked up the child and walked into the room.

Perhaps, that's for the best!