Zhong Heng's heart is not bad, but his heart is playful, and he doesn't do things for a long time.

"If it is a true immortal this time, maybe you can change the cold at home, let my father live in a good house, and no longer have to pull a cart and lead a horse" In the dim house, after muttering a few words to himself, he got up and blew out the candles, and also went back to the house to rest, trying to get up early tomorrow and hurry.

Anyway, in his mind, even if it wasn't for that immortal, he had to make his father happy and stop driving him out of the house

Thereupon.

On the second day, it was still dark.

"Hurry up, although the immortals are said to be three days, how can you and I, father and son, let the immortals wait for so long?"

Father Zhong, who got up early, came to the courtyard for the first time, and while repairing the broken carriage yesterday, he called Zhong Heng, who was still sleeping in the house.

"Here it is, here it is"

A confused voice with a yawn sounded, and after Zhong Heng in the house heard his father's shout, he stared for a moment on the bed made of bricks and stones, remembering that he had something important to do today, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out to help his father.

Stomp

After trotting a few steps, Zhong Heng came to the courtyard, bent down and picked up a few pieces of iron from the ground, and after the wooden blocks, he picked up a file and began to polish it carefully, and the sophisticated comparison and filling the subtle cracks on the carriage.

Its workmanship is skillful, and although the repair is not seamless, it is as if it were natural. But it is also repaired tightly, tight, and cannot penetrate into the cold winter wind.

It can be seen that he often helped his father repair the carriage.

"Daddy."

With the sound of ping-pong banging, while grinding the wooden blocks, he looked up at Father Zhong, who was replacing the wheels with new iron sheets, and said, "The real immortals on the West Mountain?"

In the final analysis, if Zhong Heng wasn't afraid of being kicked out of his home, he still didn't believe it, and he didn't want to go so far to Xishan to take a trip and delay his gambling house.

"Immortals, of course they are immortals, can I still lie to you?"

When Father Zhong heard Zhong Heng's words, he was furious.

Not to mention the immortals is not something they can deny and discuss.

Shan said that after he heard Zhong Heng's words, he didn't know that his son wanted to go to the gambling house to find Li Er's fool to gamble money.

"Although Li Er is a fool, he has never won in the gambling house. But when did he lose to you? ”

Father Zhong, who was repairing the wheels, was furious, and his hatred for Zhong Heng was not made of steel.

"And every time the two of you go to gamble together, in the end, you lose all your money, and let Li Er be a fool to take care of your food money?"

As he spoke, the guy in his hand stopped, and he was ready to say something about Zhong Heng.

"You" But as soon as he looked up, after seeing his son doing serious work and polishing the wooden blocks, his heart softened, and he subconsciously sighed and instructed: "Xishan Immortal." This is a great opportunity, and I am afraid that the whole country will be able to see our father and son. So after you wait for the West Mountain, you must be respectful when you see the immortals."

Father and son have relied on each other for more than 24 years.

Except for the slap last night, the cruel words are now unspeakable.

Or the father and son are about to be separated for a long time, and it is not a taste in his heart, but Father Zhong sighed and stopped speaking.

In this way, with the silent beating sound in the courtyard, half an hour later, reflecting the dim morning of winter, Father Zhong took Zhong Heng to take his luggage and sat in the carriage that had been repaired by his family. In addition to taking a few steamed buns at home, I didn't eat anything to pad my stomach along the way, and went directly to Xishan.

After all, it was too early, and when the two set up their carriages and drove out of the city, there were few vendors in the city open to do business.

"Driving"

After going out of the city like this, there were no pedestrians on the way, Zhong Father drove the horses to gallop quickly, the vehicle was in the bumps, and with the warning sound of Zhong Father turning back from time to time, around noon, the carriage stopped at the foot of the West Mountain, which was the place where Zhong Father sent Chen Peng last time.

"Phew"

The carriage stopped, and after Father Zhong got off the horse, he saw Zhong Hengshi who got off the car behind him, sighed in his heart, and warned again: "After seeing the immortals, remember to be respectful, don't be as usual."

As he spoke, Father Zhong took out the salute from the carriage and handed it to Zhong Heng, who had been silent all the way.

"Dad, won't you come with me?"

Zhong Heng took the salute, and after thinking about it, he was a little scared.

He was afraid that his father really didn't want him anymore, and not that he was looking for immortals.

"Immortals have a saying, and fate is found by themselves."

When Father Zhong heard it, he didn't understand what he meant.

In fact, he also wanted to go with him, not for the sake of cultivating immortals, nor for the sake of his beloved son.

"But the immortals once spread the word to their father, let you find it yourself."

Father Zhong was a little helpless, a little reluctant, and his heart was ruthless, and he asserted to Zhong Heng: "For my father, I will send you here, and I will do it for myself in the future."

As he spoke, when he got into the carriage, when he saw his son's anxious eyes, his heart softened, and he cautiously advised: "There is some dry food in the baggage, which is enough for you to eat for three days." And if you don't find an immortal for two days after you go up the mountain, you will return early. ”

Father Zhong's son is only one, whether he can get ahead and learn the art of immortals is a trivial matter in his mind.

"After you can't find an immortal, you can come back safely, marry a wife and have children, and pass on the ancestry, which is the great filial piety and the right thing."

When Father Zhong's thoughts fell behind, he turned pale and drove the horses under him.

"Drive!"

With a loud shout, he didn't look at Zhong Heng, who was still standing in place, as if he had really abandoned his beloved son.

Gollum—

Father Zhong drove the horses, and with the bumps, the carriage disappeared on the official road in the distance, heading towards the capital.

After all, he has already delayed a lot of time today, and he doesn't know how many guests he has lost.

And Zhong Heng here, after seeing the figure of the carriage disappear and the words that his father said earlier, his heart suddenly relaxed.

"As long as it's not for me to kick out of the house"

After Zhong Heng remembered his father's words, his heart suddenly brightened.

In his mind, whether he found the immortal or not, he had already overcome the biggest difficulty.

At this time, when he turned around and looked at the peaks of the West Mountain, he was no longer worried in his heart, but he was thinking about whether he would wait here for two days and then go back, or go directly back to the city, find a place to hide for two days, and then go home.

"It's not like I haven't been to Xishan, where are the immortals, it's better to find a place to play for two days"

Zhong Heng thought about it, but when he saw that he opened his luggage and was about to take out the dry food that his father had prepared for him to enter the mountain first, he saw that these dry foods were not dry nests in the morning, but pieces of pickled jerky that could not be eaten during the New Year.

"Two pounds of jerky"

When Zhong Heng took it out, his heart tightened and he sighed.

This is what his father prepared for today after taking the gold given by Chen Peng, and went to the market yesterday to buy it.

But Zhong Heng didn't know.

"This is my father's hard-earned wealth day and night"

When he remembered his father's daily toil, he thought that he had prepared for him with his daily hard work.

So, after finding a few small grasses at the foot of the mountain, he put the dried meat in it again, and carefully wrapped it in clean clothes.

After that, he looked at the jerky, chewing on the weeds in his mouth, and relished it, as if he were eating these jerky.

"What you eat is not eating, these weeds can also be filled. Why did Dad spend money on some jerky. ”

Zhong Heng shook his head and smiled, but he had already decided in his heart that after he went back, he would return the jerky to the store.

But nowadays.

But he had no intention of going back.

"Regardless of whether the immortals are true or not, for the sake of my father, I have to go to the West Mountain to see it"