Silver Star didn't say anything, she felt that she had done something very serious wrong, and she regretted it very much.

"Young Master, the food is ready, you."

At this time, the chrysanthemum man who was walking out of the production room with a mobile dinner plate saw this scene, immediately stopped his words, and did not continue to step forward, in his opinion, this is a matter of the small couple, there is no need to mix himself in.

"Silverstar, it's a beautiful thing to have a good heart, but many times we have to hide it because there is so much ugliness in this world."

"I don't mean to blame you, you have to learn to be yourself, go close the door now, then eat something and rest, tomorrow everything will be fine."

Silverstar finally looked up at Berger, her eyes a little moist, and she nodded vigorously.

"Brother Berger, I see."

Ju Nan, who was not far away, was also thinking about Berger's words, and when he came back to his senses, the other party had already gone upstairs with a dinner plate.

After a simple meal, Berger walked softly to the fully enclosed glass window, the figure of the woman had been lost in the street, whether she had left or had been taken away as a corpse was unknown, but he preferred the latter.

Berger lingered in front of the window for a long time, always feeling that something he had not grasped, which was a very strange thought, and as a heavy feeling hit, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"How do I feel that tonight is going to be long, what the hell I have forgotten."

There are so many unpredictable things in the world, when disaster will fly, when the end will come, or even the girl next door will have a sweetheart, or you will become nothing.

In a slightly blurred line of sight, a blue planet grows larger, mysterious and beautiful, and through the clouds, Berger sees the earth, mountains, forests, lakes, and finally gathers in an ancient town.

"Am I dreaming?"

Berger felt fluttering, unable to describe his state in words, he could see the stories around him intuitively, but he could not perceive his own presence.

The town is very large, with many shops and restaurants, and the shopkeepers have not yet woken up, but there are already vendors tidying up their stalls in certain areas of the street.

Crunch! On the street, the old woman opened the door of a small building and walked straight in.

"Brother Lin, shouldn't I be given this month's rent?"

"I almost forgot, Aunt Ma, please wait a moment, I'll go get it."

This is a small two-story building along the street, and there is a coarse cloth hanging at the door, on which are written the three big characters of Fulingfang, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafts out from it from time to time.

"Then I won't bother Brother Lin." When the old woman had received the money, she left contentedly.

After closing the door from Xin, Lin Canghai did not leave immediately, he leaned quietly on a pillar and let out a long sigh.

"I used up fifty silver coins at once, and it seems that I have to save money this month."

Fate is always so unkind, he was an ordinary young man, his parents were kind, and when he was twelve years old, a lively sister was born.

How beautiful the joy of family is, but the good times do not last long, God opens a window for you, and will always close a door, and gains and losses can never be separated.

When he was fifteen years old, a drought and flood broke out in his hometown, and his parents died one after another, and Lin Canghai had to take his sister to wander around.

Five years have passed unconsciously, and thinking of his sister who is dependent on him, Lin Canghai only feels a chill in his heart.

"It's horrible."

Lin Canghai couldn't help but feel cold, and hurriedly brushed aside these distracting thoughts in his heart, he walked towards the inner courtyard, there are still a lot of things to do today, and he has no time to be here blind mushrooms.

The layout of the buildings in the street is similar, with a lobby downstairs, a room upstairs, and an inner courtyard at the back, which is used for business, upstairs for resting, and an inner courtyard for cooking, cleaning, and stacking of sundries.

Here in the courtyard, there is a row of low houses, Lin Canghai opened the door of one of them, and the medicinal fragrance inside was very strong.

The room was dimly lit, and there were two rows of shelves on which some oddly shaped jars were placed, and not far from the shelves stood something resembling a stove.

Leaning against the earthen wall, there was a desk, which looked very shabby, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and behind the table there was a row of bookshelves, and a few broken books were left alone.

A stove more than half a man tall sits in front of the window, with a fire burning at the bottom and white gas rising from the top.

Lin Canghai walked in, first checked the stove, and after making sure that there was no problem, he sat down at the desk, his thoughts as if he had returned to the past.

Four years ago, when Lin Canghai and his sister were about to starve to death, an old Fang Shi appeared and saved their brother and sister.

During that time, Lin Canghai learned a lot from Lao Fangshi, the truth of life, his cognition of the world, and the most important alchemy, which is the capital that can survive in the troubled times.

There is no banquet in the world, and half a year later, the old Fang Shi quietly left, leaving no explanation to Lin Canghai.

"Whether you admit it or not, you will always be my master, because you gave my sister and me a second life."

Lin Canghai said silently in his heart, and then he took out a book from his arms, this book is very strange, it is not wet when it is wet, it does not burn when it is fire, and it is immortal for many years.

The book cover was golden, but there was no text on it, and when the first page was opened, it was the same, it was a blank book that had not been written, Lin Canghai had been carrying it for several years, and it could be said that this was the only thing left by the alchemist.

Lin Canghai tried to write on it, but he couldn't write it, it seemed that there was some mysterious force that stopped him, and once he picked up the pen on the book, he felt a splitting headache.

Up to now, Lin Canghai still had no clue about this book, and the old monk had never mentioned it to him at the beginning.

But today, he still wanted to give it a try, and he sharpened the ink neatly, Lin Canghai pressed the open book with one hand, and dipped the ink with the pen in the other.

When he moved the brush, there was an unbearable tearing sensation in his head, and he was sweating profusely in an instant, Lin Canghai felt like a great enemy, and he felt panicked in his chest.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he found that he was very close to death at this moment, and there was a voice in his heart desperately reminding him that if he gave up at this time, he would die.

"Whew, swoop, swoop."

After quickly adjusting his breathing, Lin Canghai held his breath and concentrated, endured the tearing headache, his eyes fell on the page, and the slightly trembling brush gradually moved to it.

Ding dong!

As a drop of ink fell, there was a sound of entering the water, and Lin Canghai clearly saw that the pages of the book were rippling. Then, even more strangely, when the pages returned to normal, there was not the slightest trace left on them, and they were still white and flawless.

"I already know the way forward."

When Lin Canghai said this, his expression became extremely focused, and at the same time, he also wrote this line on the page.

Suddenly, a roar came out of his body, and immediately, a tingling sensation swept through his body, and I don't know when Lin Canghai's skin surface was actually attached to a layer of sticky dirt.

"Over the years, I have been wandering around with my sister and being displaced, and I can be regarded as having tasted all the hardships in the world."

"I have learned a lot of things and appreciated different landscapes, and thanks to the teachings of my master, I can survive in this world."

"Letting go of the past is not to forget, but to preserve it so that it can be better remembered in the future."

When he wrote this, there was not much blank space left on the page, and when Lin Canghai wanted to pick up another page to continue writing, a sharp pain suddenly hit him, and he almost fainted.

"Finally, there is one more thing that worries me, my sister is so horrible that I don't know how to feed her."

Finally filling the pages of the book with words, Lin Canghai felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart, he looked around and began to look at this familiar room.

"Who's here?"