I thought about it for a long time, and I finally came up with the answer: "Probably, I will be an ordinary person."

Zhang Zhenhai lowered his head and smiled: "It's good to be an ordinary person, you eat ordinary, and you live ordinary."

He pointed to his chest, "This can also become ordinary."

I sighed, "yes, it's better than having my head on my belt."

"The mountains are high and the road is long." He handed his hand to me, "Goodbye."

I shook his hand hard: "Goodbye."

When the banquet dispersed, I took Ji Canghai and Xiaomei to the teahouse and completely parted ways with Zhang Zhenhai.

Xiaomei leaned over to me and asked puzzledly, "That big brother named Zhang Zhenhai looks good, why don't you woo him?"

I can only laugh at this.

A glass of wine in the rivers and lakes, love and hate go with the wind.

We are not all the way, but because of something, we were twisted together by fate.

Now that it's over, going their separate ways is the best ending.

Ji Canghai rushed to my side and whispered, "You can come back now, right?"

"I understand that you left out of necessity, you don't want to trouble us......

He said a lot of things, and I made a lot of determination before I spoke.

"I'm not going back."

Ji Canghai's words were suddenly contained, and when he raised his head again, his face was already full of shock.

"It's over, why don't you go back?"

"Let's go first, let's go to the teahouse."

Teahouse.

Uncle Ya was still sitting at the door of the teahouse, and the bustling crowd passed in front of him, but he was like an old weathered tree root, quietly silently without saying a word.

From a distance, he doesn't seem to belong to this bustling world.

That's when I realized that my steps were getting heavier and heavier.

It should be joyful to meet, but I know that this meeting is more than joy.

Ji Canghai seemed to see something, and ran over in a few big strides, leaning into Uncle Ya's ear and saying something.

After a few moments, Uncle Ya suddenly turned to look at me.

For some reason, I was shaking.

After a moment's hesitation, I began to quicken my pace, and Uncle Ya got up and walked into the house.

The moment we entered the door, Ji Canghai closed the door directly.

My knees weakened and I knelt down directly: "Master, I'm back."

"Hmm."

Uncle Ya's answer was calm, even cold, and not as surprising as I thought.

I couldn't help but look at Ji Canghai, and he said very tacitly.

"Uncle, we all misunderstood him before, he didn't say goodbye!"

Ji Canghai took the opportunity to tell all the things in ***, but Uncle Ya still didn't have any reaction.

It wasn't until Ji Canghai finished speaking that he spoke, "Got it."

These three words are all the answers he gave.

Ji Canghai and I glanced at each other, looking at his expression, he was more confused than me.

"Uncle, I'm ......."

Uncle Ya suddenly interrupted: "I already said I knew, and you want me to repeat?"

"You can go."

There was still a little chance just now, and now Uncle Ya's eviction order was directly filmed.

I immediately got up and hurriedly said, "Master, even if I'm not a hero, I can do something for the benefit of the people, right?"

"Why do you open your mouth to pick people up?"

"What did you just call me?"

"Master."

"You don't have to call anymore, you're sorry for those two words."

It's not about expelling me, it's about completely cutting ties with me.

"You've got to give me a reason!"

"Nope."

Uncle Ya nodded at Ji Canghai: "Send off."

Get! Now, I'm a guest.

Ji Canghai squeezed his eyebrows and gave me a look, and I also understood, and went out with him first.

As soon as I went out, I couldn't help it: "Which one is this old man singing?"

"Hey, don't mention it."

Ji Canghai turned around and closed the door: "Since you left, the old man's temper has been very strange."

"I don't eat my favorite dishes before!"

After a pause, he asked me again, "Do you remember, he used to have a stack of books on his desk."

"Yes."

As soon as he raised his hand, he said helplessly, "It's all burned."

"Who did that?"

"Himself!"

If the teahouse is his lifeline, then the stack of books is the tip of his heart.

When I was here before, even if I flipped it first, I had to tell him in advance, otherwise it would be a scolding.

Now it's good that he burned the books himself.

In this way, the old man's temperament has completely changed.