"The young man is very energetic." The uncle surnamed Lu looked at me with a smile.

"At this age, it can be regarded as an untimely death, but don't be sad, the survivor is stealing life, and the dead are long gone." The uncle surnamed Song helped his glasses and said in a crepe manner.

Uncle closed the door of the corridor with his backhand, and Chen Da Radish and I sat down next to the two uncles.

"I heard that the two of them have been staying in Taichung for ten years, and I am really curious about how the two of them lived in their previous lives, which is worthy of such repeated nostalgia." Chen Da Radish asked.

"There are no waves, and it is not gorgeous, there are no children and grandchildren enjoying the joy of family, nor can they show their ambitions to glorify their ancestors, but they are just vulgar, sad and ridiculous lives." The uncle surnamed Song sighed and said.

I thought about this Uncle Song, who was very good at every word, and he must be an amazing cultural person.

"I refused to leave, and kept looking at this reincarnation mirror, just to see the children a few more times." The uncle, surnamed Lu, smiled.

"Is it an honor to share the past life of the two of you?" Chen Da Radish asked.

Both uncles nodded.

At this time, Uncle squeezed his eyes at me, as if to hint at something.

I didn't understand what Uncle meant, but I didn't understand it until my vision fell on the scene in the reincarnation mirror.

In the reincarnation mirror, it is a snowy northern scenery, four thinly clothed travelers, in the heavy snow outside a city gate, trudging forward, a black-faced man is driving a thin skinny mule, the mule pulls a dilapidated car, the driving is scattered, stacked with flower drum costumes, suona guns and other things.

I could see at a glance that the black-faced man who was driving the car was the ninth uncle when he was young, and the two middle-aged people who walked in front were the two uncles surnamed Lu and Song, and there was a guy with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, who was very selfish and sat in the car.

"Coincidentally, there is no book, it turns out that these two uncles are Lu Yuan and Song Qing's predecessors." I thought to myself.

The four of them entered the city and came to the door of a magnificent mansion, and the plaque of the mansion had the word "Pear Garden" written on the end of the official script.

Lu Yuan stepped forward and reported to the doorman, and after a while, a young man dressed in a luxurious mink fur and an extremely graceful temperament walked out slowly.

Lu Yuan...... Teacher? Why are you back? Did you go to the Northeast this time and learn the real skills from those gods? ”

The tone of the noble young man's speech was yin and yang, especially the "uncle", which was deliberately sarcastic and ridiculous.

"I've learned that if anyone in the garden gets sick in the future, I can help take a look." Lu Yuan had a smile on his face.

The young man pinched Lu Yuan with the corner of his eye, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a disdainful arc.

"The pear orchard is a place for singing, not a place for wild lang to fool around, Uncle Lu Yuan, you have to know some etiquette, righteousness and shame to be a man, especially the pear orchard that we have inherited through the ages, but you have to be faced, according to the admonition left by my grandfather Mei Tianren, I would rather hang myself with a red prismatic cloth wrapped around my head, than bend my waist for five buckets of rice and do dirty clothes."

Lu Yuan looked dazed, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, what did we do that violated the ancestral teachings?" ”

The young man's name Mei Han suddenly changed to fierce disgust.

"The one who sells strong pills on the street, let's make Liyuan be laughed at, isn't it you, Uncle Lu Yuan?

Lu Yuan's face suddenly turned red like a monkey's buttocks, and he slowly lowered his head.

"Don't pick or pick up apprentices, and bring all the lowly papermaker apprentices into the door, isn't it Uncle Lu Yuan?"

Lu Yuan's head hung lower, and Uncle Nine was also at a loss to rub the corners of his clothes.

"For Master Guan's sake! I'll just call you uncle! Otherwise, who do you think would look at you as a countryman from humble origin? Lose the face of the pear orchard everywhere! A lot of people are old, don't you know how to write the word 'shame'? Mei Han asked in a sharp voice.

(To be continued)