In the morning, Chen Changsheng went to the street to eat a bowl of noodles.

Speaking of which, the taste of this noodle is really good, and it is almost the same as what I ate in my previous life.

The shopkeeper of the Baixiang noodle shop is the son of Dr. Wang, and the husband and wife are busy in the noodle shop.

When Chen Changsheng came, there were not many people in the noodle restaurant.

The shopkeeper also had a free time, and after seeing Chen Changsheng, he asked.

"Is the guest from Aoyama Castle?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and replied, "Count half of Qingshan City people." ”

"Half?"

"Well, the first half of my life is somewhere else, and the second half of my life is going to stay here, um... I don't know, maybe I'll leave later. ”

The shopkeeper Wang was stunned when he heard this, and he immediately understood, this diner was probably alone, and it was not good to ask about such a thing.

Shopkeeper Wang said, "Have you ever tasted the noodles of my shop before?" ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I tasted it three years ago, and it didn't taste as good as it does now. ”

"Three years ago?"

The shopkeeper Wang was stunned.

The wife on the side said, "The shop hasn't opened three years ago." ”

The shopkeeper said, "Yes." ”

Chen Changsheng said with a smile: "At that time, Ling Zun invited Chen to eat. ”

Shopkeeper Wang heard Chen Changsheng call himself Chen, and heard him mention his father, and immediately reacted.

The shopkeeper Wang said, "You are... Are you Mr. Chen, the storyteller of the teahouse? ”

"Did Dr. Wang mention Chen to the shopkeeper?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Shopkeeper Wang sat down and said, "I mentioned it, I mentioned it, my father said that if there was no Mr. Chen, there might not be this noodle shop, let alone the third best in Qingshan City." ”

As he spoke, he called to his wife, "Go and get some pieces of meat for my husband, and ask for a large piece and a fat one!" ”

"Don't bother, don't bother." Chen Changsheng stopped him and said, "Chen is full after eating these, and he can't eat much." ”

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, I'll let my wife wrap it up and bring it back to Mr. Chen."

"By the way, does Mr. Chen still live in Chuanfeng Alley?"

"It's there."

The shopkeeper Wang said: "My father seems to have left a letter for Mr. before, and at my uncle's place, it was the original medical hall, I wonder if Mr. can receive it?" ”

"Roger."

Chen Changsheng nodded.

The letter asking him how he was well, he had always received well.

Shopkeeper Wang nodded and said, "It's good, that's good." ”

Taking advantage of this leisurely time, the two of them chatted.

Shopkeeper Wang told Chen Changsheng about his father's life.

Dr. Wang was a medicine boy in the hospital when he was young, and he learned some from the doctor, and occasionally read some medical books by himself, so he learned some medical skills, but he didn't actually go home.

I thought that I would just keep learning, but the war and the destruction of the country spread to Qingshan City, and Qingshan City was in the center, so it was inevitable that it would be in danger.

Dr. Wang survived, but the hospital was never opened.

Later, after the war subsided, he opened a pharmacy in Chuanfeng Alley, mainly to catch medicines, and rarely treated people, because he knew that his medical skills were not at home.

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that it was only after Dr. Wang's death that he slowly learned what kind of person he was and what he had experienced in his life.

In fact, it should not be so familiar.

But it was only half a month, but it was so cherished, and when he was dying, he even left a letter for him.

When Chen Changsheng saw the letter, he was also in a trance.

Shopkeeper Wang sighed and said, "My father has actually had a good life in his life, at least he hasn't suffered any big crimes, and I have also enjoyed happiness." ”

"It's going to get better and better in the future." Chen Changsheng said.

"Borrow the good words of Mr."

After chatting for a few words, someone came to eat noodles.

Shopkeeper Wang had to go to work first, and Chen Changsheng ate the noodles and planned to check out and leave.

But the wife of the king's treasurer confiscated his money.

He even took a bowl full of braised meat and stuffed it to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng couldn't shirk it, so he took it into his hand.

But that money, he insisted on settling.

Don't take too much advantage.

The wife of the king's shopkeeper couldn't help it, so she had to accept the money.

Chen Changsheng took the bowl of meat back to the courtyard.

Ping An guarded the door, and when he saw Uncle Chen coming back, he greeted him.

"What did Uncle Chen bring, it smells so good!"

Chen Changsheng said: "Braised meat, taste it later." ”

"Good!"

"Where's Ruyi?"

"Sister, she followed her mother to the well to wash clothes, and Ping'an also wanted to go, but her mother said that this was a woman's work and wouldn't let me go."

Chen Changsheng smiled after hearing this, and said, "When Ping An grows up, he wants to be in charge." ”

"What is a master?"

"Nothing, let's go inside."

Chen Changsheng opened the door and entered the courtyard.

Ping'an walked to the main hall, picked up the wooden sword, and practiced.

He is not yet old enough to start school.

Besides, in fact, he knew many things when he was three years old, and now he wants to practice swords.

Probably to be able to beat Sister A.

Chen Changsheng entered the kitchen, and said that he hadn't used the kitchen since he came back.

When I looked closely, the kitchen knives in the kitchen were already rusty.

Chen Changsheng sighed helplessly, and when he saw that there was a whetstone, he planned to sharpen the knife.

But when I looked at the water tank, it was empty.

He couldn't help but shake his head, and suddenly felt a little pitiful.

Sure enough, many things are only realized at that time that something is missing.

There was no way to cut the meat, so Chen Changsheng had to break a piece and give it to Ping'an.

It is enjoyable to eat like this, but in Chen Changsheng's opinion, it is much more fragrant when cut into slices.

"It smells so good!"

Ping An doesn't care about this, he eats with relish.

Even if it's a good year, it's not often that you can eat meat, let alone such good meat.

Ping'an's mouth was full of oil, and he asked, "Uncle Chen, how long will it take for Ping'an to practice this?" ”

Chen Changsheng said: "It's still far away, and when Chen comes back next time, it should be about the same." ”

"Huh?"

Ping An was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "Uncle Chen still wants to leave?" ”

Chen Changsheng remembered the "Sutra of Past Lives" in his sleeve, he paused for a moment, and said, "It doesn't have to be ......."

Whether this "Sutra of Death" can escape the curse, he is not at the bottom now, and he will only know if he tries it when the soul fire is about to be extinguished.

Ping An blinked and said, "Why did Uncle Chen leave?" ”

"You Uncle Chen, I don't want to leave either."

Chen Changsheng smiled: "But there is no way, this is my fate." ”

Ping'an swallowed the meat in his mouth and looked at Uncle Chen in a daze.

Obviously, he didn't understand what fate was.

Ping'an, who had eaten meat, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and after resting for a while, he practiced his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the sword of peace became more and more comfortable.

It's still a little far off, but it's good compared to many people.

In terms of swordsmanship, Ping An is still very talented.