Returning to the tavern, Bai Ze didn't want to move, just because he was really physically and mentally exhausted.

For such a long time, it is not easy to patrol the sun, although there is no need to replenish physical strength with sleep, but it is very helpless to be tired.

The weather warmed slightly, and at this time a middle-aged man with a slight cough came in.

From the time I came in until now, the cough has not stopped.

After sitting down, the cough can be regarded as improving, and at least you can order a dish.

"The owner...... Ahem, let's have something to eat, by the way, is there anything to moisten the lungs and stop coughing? ”

Bai Ze looked at the middle-aged man and then at the menu: "Yes, please wait for a while."

The visitor is the customer, and the customer has the greatest demand.

When you go to the kitchen and fill your stomach, the first thing to recommend is clear soup noodles.

As for moistening the lungs and relieving cough, that natural rock sugar pear.

After finishing it, the table was served, and Bai Ze sat on the side.

The middle-aged man finished eating the clear noodle soup, which tasted good.

Looking at the rock sugar pear, drink it clean, sweet but not greasy, this soup is good.

"Boss, check out!" The middle-aged man is very satisfied, this rock sugar pear does have a miraculous effect, and he is refreshed when he drinks it.

"Don't be in a hurry to check out, I have two taels of wine here, and it's not too late to talk about it after drinking." Bai Ze was not in a hurry to let the middle-aged man pay for it.

"Oh, two taels of wine, take a look, I want to see what kind of wine." When the middle-aged man heard about the wine, he was curious and interested, and the usual wine could not enter his mouth.

Bai Ze poured a glass of wine, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You have a story, I have wine, drink this glass of wine, and the road of life will not be in vain."

The middle-aged man was attracted by the aroma of ecstasy wine, and after taking a sip, a strange feeling emerged.

Rolling his eyes, I couldn't believe that this wine had such a peculiar effect, and along with the pear juice, it seemed to have even more magical powers.

"How do you feel?" Bai Ze asked when he saw the middle-aged man in a daze.

"It's magical, it's really magical, and drinking this glass of wine feels like a new life.

A lot of good memories are revisited. The middle-aged man was full of praise.

"Alright, tell your story!" Bai Ze listened attentively.

The middle-aged man's surname is Shen Mingteng, and he is only in his early forties this year.

I have heard the bitter sand, and I have also smelled Tian Zhen's wildflowers, and now he is the father of two children!

Shen Teng works in an advertising company, which is nothing more than daily overtime, which is nothing.

The work pressure is high, and the cigarettes that I quit are clamped back in my hands.

Old smokers know that it's okay not to quit smoking, and once you quit smoking, after relapse, it will be doubled.

We all know that smoke is not a good thing, but one comes when you are in a happy mood, and one when you are lonely and cold on a lost sandbank.

Especially when playing games, there is no box that can't be dropped.

At Shen Teng's age, smoking is more of a feeling.

Shen Teng has a wife who cares about him very much.

His wife advised him not to smoke, but Shen Teng didn't listen.

The wife asked: Why did you hold the cigarette in your hand again?

Answer, smoking is also a way of interpersonal communication, do not play cards and do not drink, if you do not smoke again, people come to this world alone, can not live alone without friends.

The wife felt that what she said seemed to make sense, thought about it, and saw that persuasion was useless, sighed, and said an angry sentence: "Smoke, smoke, smoke like this, sooner or later you will be killed, and then take the big treasure and the little treasure to remarry, hum!"

Shen Teng didn't care, knowing that the days were just talking.

Three boxes a day, excluding loose cigarettes, are completely smoked by Shen Teng alone, you can imagine how terrifying this smoking addiction is.

The lungs have long been scarred, the body is getting worse, and the coughing has not stopped for several years.

The body is getting worse and worse, and I went to the hospital for examination, and the lung cancer was in an advanced stage.

Shen Teng was frightened all of a sudden, it's okay if people don't get sick, once they get sick, they have a positive heart, optimistic about facing the disease, nothing happens, but once they tremble, cough big, cough small, and feel unwell immediately.

Shen Teng was scared when he was alive, he was admitted to the hospital, and he knew that he couldn't smoke every day, but he still missed it tightly.

Taking advantage of the absence of his wife and nurse, he quietly slipped to the toilet to have one, this pump, a hundred times more energetic, and instantly felt that the disease was far away.

Over and over again, the deadline has arrived, and Shen Teng naturally came to the tavern.

Shen Teng recalled that he quit when he was chasing his wife, and after chasing him, he got married, and the pressure was a little great, so he continued to relapse.

Because I wanted to have a child, I quit again, and then I had a child, and the child was not small, and the work pressure doubled, and I continued to relapse.

Back and forth several times, the addiction to smoking increases.

His wife knows Shen Teng very well, and she scolds and scolds, but in fact, she is a knife and a tofu heart, the real intention, and the purpose of the departure is love.

Every day, I will boil a pot of rock sugar pears, or other things that moisten the lungs and relieve cough.

I only hope that if you die at the age of ninety-seven, why don't you wait on the bridge for three years.

However, after thousands of calculations, I didn't expect Shen Teng to enter the underworld at such an age.

Shen Teng continued to tell the love story of his era.

Bai Ze was very willing to listen, at that time, it was past the end of three turns and one ring, and the refrigerator color TV washing machine became the mainstream.

brazenly chased his wife into his hands, watched a movie, and pressed the road, which was so unpretentious.

From shyness to old husbands and wives, from trivial and daily, husband and wife quarrels to trivialities, bedside fights, bedside fights and.

With additives, the love life of the two people is also good.

Bai Ze sighed with his heart, the love at that time was very pure, not mixed with other colors.

"Do you regret smoking?" Bai Ze touched the Yellow Crane Tower in his pocket and asked.

"When you say you regret it, you actually regret it, but what's the use of regretting it when you look back?" Shen Teng sighed.

"Do you have any regrets?" Bai Ze wanted to help him.

"Regret, regret is that I hope Xiaoqing will live well, and I hope that the two children will get married and have children." Shen Teng expressed his heartfelt words.

"Well, getting married and having children is still far away, and if I can get to that time, I will tell you.

As for whether your daughter-in-law is doing well or not, she will clearly tell you before you are reincarnated. "Bai Ze is not talking empty words, he has this strength.

"Well, thank you boss, if there's any news, I'd like to know." Shen Teng stood up.

Black and white impermanence came back, and white impermanence took Shen Teng back.

Bai Ze packed up his mood and walked out of the tavern, above Shen Teng's first seven, Xu Qing's eyes were hazy with tears.

Bai Ze watched from afar, not wanting to disturb, Old Shen is so blessed, this wife can't tell that she is forty years old at all.

Xu Qing seemed to feel something, raised his head, and his puzzled eyes revealed questions, obviously Lao Shen was not there, why did he have the breath of Lao Shen?

shook his head and continued to burn paper, only hoping that Lao Shen would have food and clothing below and not be bullied.

Xu Qing finished burning the paper, and Bai Ze followed unhurriedly.

Walking under the street lamp, Shen Qing stopped and turned around: "What are you doing with me?"

"It's okay, maybe we'll drop by." Bai Ze made a gesture and walked forward.

"Don't lie to me, you have the aura of Lao Shen on you, you won't be ......" Xu Qing thought thoughtfully.

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows, what does this woman know?

"Ah, what do you say? I don't seem to understand it very well. Bai Ze continued to walk forward, and it was really on the way.

Xu Qing walked up to Bai Ze and glanced up and down: "Legend has it that there is a kind of person who visits the Yin and Yang worlds, exercises the right of ghosts, and sends the soul of the world to the underworld.

Such people are ferrymen for souls.

You must be, right? ”

Bai Ze was stunned, soul ferryman?

It doesn't seem to be the first time I've heard someone say it, and after recalling carefully, Qin Ming seems to have said it too.

"Don't try to deceive with lies, I'm a graduate student in secular studies.

It is recorded in the "Chinese Folklore" that a monk named Unknown in the Northern Wei Dynasty could not see the suffering of others, so he sold his soul to Yan Jun in order to make the world suffer less?

The soul of the world that ferries from the sun is called the soul ferryman. Xu Qing briefly introduced.

Bai Ze was a little stunned when he heard it, he was a sun patrol envoy, although he said that it was the same as the duty of the ferryman, but the soul ferryman really hadn't heard of it!

"Old Shen's soul is what you ferry, right?" Xu Qing's question was simple and direct.

Bai Ze nodded, this is not a secret that cannot be said.

"Does he want you to see how I'm doing? Right! ”

Asking and answering himself, Bai Ze continued to nod.

"Life is Lao Shen's son, death is Lao Shen's soul, the moon shines on the root of the wall, sing a little song for Lao Shen." Xu Qing expressed his wish that he would not remarry in this life and this life.

"Well, I know how!" Bai Ze listened to Xu Qing's words, and he already knew how to solve it.

Bai Ze walked away, and his figure gradually blurred until he disappeared into the streets and alleys.

The corners of Xu Qing's mouth rose, and he said in a low voice: "Soul ferryman, it's a bit interesting!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, thinking in his heart, is this kind of love never going to end well?