Volume 1 Floating Clouds and Wandering Sons Chapter 8 The Number of Mortal Life

"Hey, hey, what kind of eyes are you, Rin, girl? I can't lift you! You're already the age of the golden hairpin......

Mu Rin turned her head and looked at him speechlessly, "Zhongli, you are really long-winded...... but being interrupted by Zhong Lijian like this, her mood was much better, and she smiled at Zhong Lijian, "I should be tens of thousands of years old." ”

"Talking nonsense. Zhong Lijian shook his head, seeing that the two of them couldn't squeeze in, he led her to the teahouse next to him.

"By the way, don't call me Zhongli, is my surname what you should call at your age? ”

"I don't, I don't, I don't! Zhongli sounds so good, I want to call you Zhongli!"

Zhong Lijian was so noisy by this little girl that his brain hurt, so he ignored it for the time being, turned his head to the teahouse and said: "I want a box on the second floor, I want a good view, two plates of dim sum, and a pot of Biluochun." ”

"Okay, guest officer, you two upstairs, please!"

The box was quiet, and Xiao Er quit after serving refreshments. Zhong Lijian opened the window, and the noise outside seemed to break in all at once.

"Well, that's the one outside, so you can take a good look at it. He asked Mu Rin to stand in front of the window and watch slowly, then sit down by himself and drink tea slowly.

Li Li's arm was on the windowsill, and he looked down excitedly, and saw that the big man drank something, and blew it outward, and the fire dragon instantly erupted a few feet away, and the crowd cheered.

Then a strong man lay on the bench, pressed a big stone on his chest, and another strong man rounded the big hammer in his hand, and smashed it suddenly, and the stone immediately fell apart.

Without waiting for the crowd to erupt in cheers again, Mu Rin left the window, "What, it's boring......"

These things can be done well by the ghosts of their underworld, Mu Rin was not interested, so he simply walked over and sat opposite Zhonglijian.

"That's not interesting? Let's have a snack and drink tea. Zhong Lijian shook his head, children are fickle.

"Zhongli, how long is the lifespan of ordinary people?"

"People live for 70 years, and they can live for about 60 or 70 years without disease or disaster. ”

"It's only been 70 years, and it seems like a snap of a finger. ”

Zhong Lijian nodded her forehead, "Don't be old-fashioned when children talk, it's been a long time." ”

"Zhongli, you are so good, you will live a hundred years. Mu Rin said seriously word by word.

Zhongli's care and accommodation for her, she saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart, and she didn't take it for granted. Although Mu Rin has not experienced the heat and coldness of the world, in the end, she also understands that no one has the obligation to be good to her if she is not related to her, for no reason.

"It's good that you know," Zhongli couldn't help but smile at the corner of his lips, but quickly disappeared without a trace, "Wait, what did I say just now, don't call me Zhongli!"

"I want to scream, Zhongli Zhongli Zhongli!"

Zhong Lijian had a headache again, "There are thousands of people with the surname Zhongli in the world, do you want to call him Zhongli every time you meet one?"

"It's different, in my eyes, only you are Zhongli, unique as a fake bag ......" Mu Rin said and yawned, she was tired after shopping for so long.

"Take a nap on the table, I'll go out for a while, and I'll come back to lunch with you later." ”

"Well, then you should come back early. Mu Rin closed her eyes in a daze, and suddenly felt Zhong Lijian touch her head.

Zhong Lijian gently closed the door of the box, went downstairs and told the shopkeeper not to disturb his brother before he came back, and after half an hour of lunch, he settled the bill and went out.