Approaching 10 p.m., diners left one after another.

Liu Heng had already eaten enough, but he always refused to leave, and the tea was filled with pot after pot, and there was no color in his eyes.

Wang Quanquan sighed and walked to the door, looked up at the sky for a while, and turned back and said:

"In less than a quarter of an hour, the rain will stop."

"Big brother, are you right?"

"You can't do without money, just grab whatever you want."

Liu Hengyan looked at Zhou Xiaotong who was wiping the table, hesitated slightly, got up and walked towards the other party.

"Classmate Zhou, it's raining so heavily, do you bring an umbrella?"

Zhou Xiaotong stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes to look out the window, shook his head and said:

"I didn't expect it to rain when I went out, so I didn't bring it, and the store originally prepared it, but it was borrowed by a few regular customers just now."

She usually goes home at nine o'clock, but today she stayed so late just to wait for the rain to stop, but she didn't know how long it would take.

Zhou Xiaohua was worried, but Liu Heng said excitedly:

"Hehe, I brought it."

"You, are you showing off?" The woman's brow furrowed slightly.

Wang Quanquan has been staying at the door, but his ears are stretched out, and he can't help sighing when he hears it at this moment, there is a reason why this kid is single.

Liu Heng hurriedly explained:

"Classmate Zhou, you misunderstood, in fact, I wanted to send you home."

"You send me home, what about your friend?"

"He buttoned his hat on his head, it didn't make much of a deal."

After Liu Hengyu finished speaking, the face of the woman opposite began to become a little ugly.

"Classmate Wang has just recovered from a serious illness, how can you let him get drenched in the rain?"

Zhou Xiaotong said a word, he was speechless, in the woman's heart, Liu Heng seemed to have a suspicion of heavy sex and light friends.

Wang Quanquan raised his forehead again and sighed, and came to the front of the road:

"He can't speak, don't take it to heart Zhou, he means I bring a disposable raincoat, so don't worry."

As he spoke, he took out a square plastic bag from his pocket, and inside it was a green raincoat.

Liu Heng's eyes widened when he saw this, and while secretly admiring it in his heart, he grabbed Wang Quanquan's shoulder and said:

"Yes, that's what I mean, Brother Wang just woke up today, as a friend, how can there be any reason to let him get drenched in the rain."

In his heart, the king's authority has risen from "righteous son" to "brother Wang", don't say it's a brother, if you can help yourself catch up with Zhou Xiaohua, what does it matter if you recognize him as your father-in-law?

Wang Quanquan slapped off Liu Heng's arm with a little disgust, tore open the bag of his raincoat and said:

"It's not early, I'll go home first, Liu Heng, you also hurry up and send classmate Zhou back, it's cold in the middle of the night, don't let the girls catch a cold."

When Liu Heng heard this, he remembered that the rain was about to stop, and hurriedly said:

"Brother Wang is right, classmate Zhou, will I send you home?"

Over there, the king was already preparing to leave, and Zhou Xiaotong suddenly said:

"Classmate Wang, why don't you give me the raincoat, and you two go back with an umbrella."

"It's not good, it's a color carefully selected by Brother Wang, and he is proud of this one, there is a way that a gentleman does not take advantage of others..."

Liu Heng was already faintly jumping off the wall at this moment.

Wang Quanquan's face twitched, and his complexion was not much better than the raincoat in his hand.

Zhou Xiaotong didn't pay attention to Liu Heng, still looking at Wang Shan and insisting:

"Mr. Wang, how is it?"

"Liu Heng is right." Wang Quanquan's face was calm, and he slowly put the raincoat on his body, "I'm proud of this one, I don't wear it if it's not green." ”

With that, he turned around and strode out.

Zhou Xiaotong opened his mouth, looked at the slightly declining figure of the other party, and said nothing after all.

On the side, Liu Heng's face was full of reverence, and at this moment, the image of the king's authority in his heart became extremely bright, and even the slightly thin back seemed to be much taller.

When this representative green dot completely disappeared into the rain curtain, Zhou Xiaohua said thoughtfully:

"I always feel that Mr. Wang has had an unknown experience."

"Uh...... Right! It was a scar on him. ”

Liu Heng pretended to be distressed, and just when he racked his brains to arrange his friend's right and wrong, the rain stopped abruptly.

The time was the same as the king's prediction, no more, no less, exactly fifteen minutes.

On the road, the young man ripped off his raincoat and stuffed it into a roadside garbage can.

He looked up at the sky, shook his head and said to himself:

"It turns out that it's not the Dragon King of Jinghe."

Behind the heavy clouds, a dragon flashed away.

……

There were still ten days left before the end of the holiday, and Wang Quanquan asked for thousands of yuan from his parents and bought a plane ticket to fly to Bashu.

Although his hometown is in the Blooming River, the most difficult thing in this life is the days of Bashu.

Grandpa Wang Quanquan was a soldier when he was young, traveled from south to north, saw a lot of scenery, and when he was old, every time he drank some wine at dinner, he would pull him to tell stories.

There are the wars of the year, the rise and fall of the dynasty, and the stories of the emperors who have changed to the point of not being able to do so, as well as the folk legends handed down by the ancestors.

According to the old man, there was a human immortal in the history of the dynasty, with three heads and six arms, boundless mana, and a sword that could make the enemy kneel and subdue, and later obtained the Tao and went to the sky to become an immortal.

For this kind of story, most of the kings are happy, if there is really the blessing of immortals, why does the dynasty repeatedly commit adultery?

……

Located in the village of Wangjia in Bashu, it is located in a ravine, and thanks to the deep financial resources of the dynasty, a road was built here decades ago.

Wang Quanquan sat on the only bus that went into the mountain, and after a long journey, he finally returned to the village after a long absence.

The houses here are taller, the decoration is renewed, and there are great changes, and the familiar dialect is transmitted to the ears of the king from time to time, and nothing seems to have changed.

The old man sitting at the entrance of the village showed a lot of interest in this young man, and began to discuss whose child it was in front of him.

The king passed by, smiled kindly, and then followed a path on the side of the mountain until it reached halfway up the mountain.

The mountainside is surrounded by various tall and low tombstones, some of which are almost knee-high, and it is clear that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Today's young people flock to the big cities and don't come back a few times a year.

The older generation said that they forgot their roots, and the young people insisted that the times were progressing, and they were all for life, and they couldn't tell right from wrong.

The king came to a tomb, and the tribute in front of the monument had already been eaten by the animals in the mountains, but fortunately, the tomb was still clean, and someone should often take care of it.

He took off his backpack and laid out his belongings, the most valuable of which was the jug of wine, which was more expensive than his flight ticket.

I remember when I was a child, when I was eating, the old man always liked to dip a drop of wine in his mouth with chopsticks, and watched his grandson's facial features twist into a ball, and said happily:

"Quan, when will you grow up? Grandpa is still waiting to have a drink with you. ”

Wang Quanquan always frowned and said:

"I won't touch something so bad even when I grow up."

Now that he's grown up, there's no chance of drinking together.

The king opened the lid of the pot, first sprinkled half of it on the ground, then took a sip of it, sat down cross-legged beside the tablet, and looked up at the sky.

In this situation, he should have been uncomfortable and even crying, but somehow, his mood was unusually peaceful, as if he had long been accustomed to seeing life and death.

In addition to the bits and pieces of the old man's life, he didn't have too much sadness in his mind.

Perhaps, he really grew up...... (End of chapter)