East Side.

In an alley, a few children are chasing after me.

The other group of children squatted in a corner, gathered in a circle, and when the small firecrackers were lit, they screamed and scattered.

Bang –

A little stupid bird didn't react and hit an old man's leg.

"Shall I see if my nose is flattened?"

An old voice with a teasing smile.

The little stupid bird rubbed his little nose and complained a little aggrieved, "Grandpa Whitebeard, why do you walk without looking at the road?" Really! ”

This is the obvious wicked man suing first.

The old man smiled and stroked his beard, his fingers curled up like a dead tree, and gave him a blow to his little head.

"Even if I have two more eyes, I can't hide from the headless flies."

The little stupid bird suddenly became smarter, "I'm not a fly!" ”

The old man patted his little head, "Little fly, go play, pay attention in the future, it's okay to hit someone, don't hit the car." ”

The little stupid bird ignored him and went to play with his friends.

The old man walked slowly to the door of a courtyard house.

The mahogany gate is actually equipped with an electronic door lock.

A fingerprint swipe.

The door opened with a 'drip'.

This is the convenience of modern society, and you don't have to worry about forgetting your keys when you go out.

The old man entered the door, took off his shoes for walking, and changed into slippers.

After a while.

There was a Peking Opera in the room, and he was lying on a rocking chair outside, basking in the sun under the tree, his eyes slightly closed, and he was swaying lightly as if he were asleep.

From time to time, there was a crisp birdsong from the trees.

The old man was just about to take a nap when he heard a knock on the door outside.

He ignored it.

The people outside shouted, "Old Jiang, it's me!" I've got something delicious for you! ”

Hearing this, the old man opened his eyes.

He got up slowly and walked over with his slippers.

I first looked at the situation outside from the cat's eye, confirmed that it was one person, and then opened the door.

"Why are you here?"

Outside, a young man with gold-rimmed glasses held up his bag at him.

The old man's eyes narrowed, "Come in." ”

The man walked in, turned around and closed the door.

"I'm here to greet you for the New Year, and I'll bring you something delicious by the way."

The old man walked back to the tree and lay down in the rocking chair, lazy.

The young man placed the bag on the stone table next to him and found a stone chair to sit down.

"Come on, hurry, it's still hot."

The old man peeked out of the corner of his eye.

The bag opened, revealing the packing box inside, and when the lid was opened again, it was a kiln chicken wrapped in tin foil.

The tin foil was torn open, and the scent wafted out.

The old man's throat seemed to move, and he sat up silently.

The young man asked him, "Chicken legs or chicken wings?" ”

The old man waved his hand away and said, "I'll come by myself, you go in and help me get the tea set." ”

The young man got up and went into the house.

He had obviously been here many times, and he was familiar with bringing out the tea set and making tea for the old man.

The old man nibbled on the chicken leg and squinted his eyes in pleasure.

"Is the kiln chicken in your Yuxianglou improved? It seems to be more fragrant. ”

The young man smiled, "Thanks to Jiang Lao's opinion, this improvement is very popular." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "So my consultant fee is just a chicken?" ”

The young man hurriedly said, "If Elder Jiang likes it, I can have someone send it every day, but after all, this is greasy, and it's not good to eat every day, right?" ”

The old man snorted, "It's okay to be courteous, forget it." ”

"Jiang Lao ......"

The young man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man, "Tea." ”

The poured tea was brought to him.

The old man took a sip before glancing at it and said with disgust: "You didn't come to greet me today, did you?" The drunkard's intention is not to drink, not to care, this tea is not delicious. ”

The young man couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to make a new pot.

The old man was satisfied.

"Jiang Lao ......," the young man said again.

The old man interrupted him again, as if he knew what he was coming from.

"No matter who asked you to come, if I say that it will not be cured, it will not be cured."

The young man sighed, "Just once, Elder Jiang, can you make an exception once?" ”

The old man shook his rocking chair lightly, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and just said four words.

"Life and death are fate."

The young man did not give up and continued to persuade, "I don't understand, you can cure it, why don't you want to cure it?" ”

"I'm retired."

This is not a prevarication, the old man said it seriously.

The young man couldn't help but laugh, "Can you retire after you finish this?" ”

The old man squinted over, "After curing this one, there will be the next one, endlessly." How many of the billions of people in the world can I cure? ”

Moreover, having experienced retirement during this time, he regretted why he didn't retire earlier.

The young man said, "This is different, he is ......"

"I call him Emperor Laozi!"

The old man's voice was full of anger, if it weren't for the white hair on his head, he really couldn't tell that it was the old man.

In fact, the young man has always been curious about his age.

He also boldly asked the old man, but the old man just refused to answer, and said that he was eighteen years old.

The young man's mouth was dry, and he took a few sips from his teacup.

"So, really?"

His voice was deflated, apparently intending to make one last struggle.

The old man still said, "Life and death are fate." ”

The young man was helpless, stopped talking, and lowered his head to drink tea.

I didn't know it was tea, and I thought he was drinking stuffy wine.

The old man glanced at his depressed expression, suddenly got up, and walked into the house.

He took out a small wooden box and handed it to the other party.

The young man hurriedly took the box, "Can this be cured?" ”

The old man gave him a blank look, "This is not an elixir!" However, it can be renewed. ”

The young man asked, "How long?" ”

The old man said, "The long is half a year, and the short is a month." ”

"So little?"

The young man looked disappointed.

The old man snorted, "If you don't, pay me back!" I don't have much left of this medicine. ”

The young man hurriedly hugged him, "No, won't you do it yourself?" ”

The old man sat down and said, "I didn't make this medicine, I didn't do it so well." ”

The young man was stunned, "Could it be...... The one you're talking about, made by a fairy-like master? ”

The old man nodded.

The young man sighed, "After so many years, why haven't you come out of the blue?" ”

The old man gave him a blank look and shook his hand to drive away the guests.

"Let's go, I'm going to take a nap."

The young man was also anxious to bring the medicine over, so he did not linger and said goodbye to him.

The old man sent him out.

Just as he was about to close the door, a delivery car stopped in front of him.

"You have a courier, please sign for it."

The old man signed for it in bewilderment.

He took the cardboard box and found it light and felt empty.

What is it?

Who sent it to him?

After entering the house, he checked the safety before vigilantly dismantling it.

Inside is a piece of paper.

A letter, to be exact.

The old man picked it up and looked at it, and when he saw the familiar handwriting on it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This—this is ......