Look at her, Meng Po, let the soul persuade herself.

Meng Liangliang set up the tea set, pinched the trick to lead a pinch of Lechuan water into the pot, and flicked his fingers to ignite a fire into the furnace. The first time she operated, she did it smoothly, as if she was familiar with it in her bones.

After settling down, she asked, "The teacher is so open, what is it that can't be put down?"

Asked about this, the surprise and smile on Professor Chu's face were all clean. He sighed, and stopped talking for a long time before he reluctantly spit out two words, "Xiaoyun." ”

He didn't continue, but suddenly changed the subject, "Liangliang, you can still go back to the yang world, right?"

Meng Liangliang nodded, "Yes." ”

Professor Chu leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice slightly, "That...... The teacher has something he wants you to do. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Meng Liangliang saw nervousness in the eyes of this professor who had always been calm.

You say. ”

As if it was a little difficult to speak, Professor Chu opened his mouth several times before finally speaking out, "The years are long, and parents can't accompany their children for a lifetime after all." If one day your sister also comes down, or she is sick or old, and she has no ability to shelter Xiaoyun from the wind and rain. At that time, can you pay attention to Xiaoyun for me.

If Xiaoyun is doing well, then forget it. If she's having a bad day, you can help me pass on something to her.

There's a pomegranate tree in my old house. Measure three meters from under the tree due east, and there is a safe buried underneath. It was buried by my father back then, and it has never been dug up. There are some old items in it, and you can sell them for some money. The password is the first six digits of pi.

If I die, your sister may sell that old mansion. Liangliang, you can't tell your master that you know about this. And thou shalt take it out and keep it for me. Don't let anyone know when the time comes, this can be regarded as leaving a way back for Xiaoyun.

The things in it, you can keep it for yourself if you like it, even if I don't ask you for help in vain. The rest is given to Xiaoyun. If Xiaoyun is doing well and doesn't need those things, you can donate them for the teacher. ”

After a pause, Professor Chu said again: "I know, this request is very ......."

"Okay. ”

Meng Liangliang's promise made Professor Chu very stunned.

Meng Liangliang asked again: "Apart from this, what else can't you put down?"

Professor Chu came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "There are a lot of things that can't be let go, but there is nothing that I have to do, and the only thing that makes me worry is Xiaoyun."

I have been teaching for most of my life, but I have not been able to educate my daughter well. didn't teach her to know people, didn't teach her to be a person. Shame, shame. ”

Meng Po's heart fire has no temperature, and at this moment, wisps of white smoke are rising from the teapot. You can still feel the heat when you get closer.

Even if Meng Liangliang knew that this was an illusion attached to the tea set, he would still take these as true. The same is true of the spirits that come and go in the underworld. knows that everything will disappear once you die, but you still can't let go of the emotions in your last life.

The water is boiling.

Pick out a small green mandarin and peel off the paper wrapped around it. Poke the tea needle evenly on the fruit body a few times and put it into the bowl. When the pot is lifted, it is first filled with water along the periphery of the small green mandarin, and then the water is poured into a steady stream at a fixed point. When the water is seven or eight minutes full, stop, cover it, and pour out the water. Lift the lid again and repeat the filling process.

This brewing method is the most commonly used by Professor Chu, and Meng Liangliang has seen it several times and remembered the process.

After waiting for a while, Meng Liangliang took another tea cup, poured in the brewed tea soup, and held it in front of Professor Chu with both hands, "The first time you brew, you can taste it." ”

Professor Chu picked up the tea, and saw that the soup was red and bright and transparent, and the curling tea smoke had a faint fruity aroma, which was natural and quiet, so he smiled and exclaimed: "Good tea is also a good craft." Excellent children are excellent in everything they do. ”

Seeing Professor Chu holding the tea to his mouth, Meng Liangliang couldn't help but speak, "Don't you go to Wangxiangtai anymore?"

Professor Chu paused, and said slowly, "Just ...... Not going. ”

He took a slow sip of tea and said, "Choose the second one for your dissertation." Su Xiaonuan's three can't do it, you persuade her to change her direction and think about it again. For the rest of the students, either I haven't had time to see it, or it's inconvenient for you to say. ”

Speaking of this, Professor Chu laughed and took two more sips of tea, "Of course, this is just my personal opinion. I'm not here, Professor Lin should take over. If she disagrees with me, then you listen to her. ”

......

Professor Chu tasted the tea soup one by one, chatting casually. The words are gentle and funny, as always. It's just that outside the window is no longer a large expanse of sunshine, but a silent flow of Lethe. Stepping out of the door is not a campus full of life, but a netherworld.

After drinking a cup of tea, Professor Chu's soul slowly changed. All the familiar traits of Meng Liangliang on his body turned into phantoms and escaped from his soul body, entangled and condensed in the void, and finally formed a seed of Manzhu Sahua, which slowly fell on Meng Liangliang's palm.

From this moment on, Professor Chu completely disappeared.

Jiang opened the door and lured Professor Chu's soul out.

After half an hour passed, Jiang came back to clean up and was surprised to find that Meng Liangliang had not left yet. She lay quietly on the tea table, her shoulders twitching occasionally, as if she was ...... Cry?

Jiang trotted over and tried to catch her tears. Helplessly, those precious tears were all cheapened by Meng Liangliang's sleeves.

Jiang Zheng regretted, and suddenly heard Meng Liangliang say loudly, "In my life, there are not many people who care about me, and I can count them on ten fingers." ”

This topic started suddenly, even if he is a painter who has read countless ghosts, he can't answer the conversation for a while. Jiang only waited for the following in a daze.

Meng Liangliang seemed to be talking to Jiang, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"On the day of the admission report, I brought a lot of things, and Mr. Chu helped me move to the dormitory. I thought he was someone's parent, but later I found out that he was our department chair. ”

"Teacher Chu knew my situation, helped me introduce tutors to do, helped me apply for scholarships, and made delicious food at home and wanted to ask me to eat. When he helped me, he always took care of my self-esteem. ”

......

"He had nothing to say about the good students. There is not a single person who says he is bad, and there is not a single person who does not respect him. How can such a good person have such a short life?"

Jiang, who had been acting as a wooden stake for a while, finally waited for a question she knew, so she hurriedly responded to her boss, "Oh, I was by his daughter." ”

As he spoke, Jiang reached out and took the booklet on the case, flipped to the back and pointed to one of the lines and said, "Look, this is written." ”