Yi Chen sat on the edge of the South Peak, looking at the sky in a daze, more than two months have passed since that day, the strange feeling has never appeared again, and life has returned to its usual dullness, which makes him feel that he was really asleep and delusional.

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Zhang became the richest family in the small county, and he no longer needed to run a tavern for a living, and soon, the tavern was demolished, and what appeared in his place was a rather spacious house.

Yi Chen overlooked the small county town, saw the brand-new house on the east side of the street at a glance, pursed his lips, a little lost and reluctant, but it disappeared quickly, the corners of his mouth showed a smile, Grandpa Zhang has been poor for most of his life, he is still happy to have such an opportunity.

Half a day later.

"This ...... Grandpa Zhang, I can't ask for ......" Yi Chen looked at the two golden tickets in front of him, his eyes froze, and he hurriedly excused himself.

"Child, take this money and go to Qi Country to do some business and live a good life. Old Man Zhang said with a kind face, shook his head, and did not take it back.

A golden ticket is one thousand taels, two thousand taels of gold, which is enough to open the largest restaurant in the big city of Qi, he hopes that Yi Chen can have a good future, this county is too small after all.

"No, I can't bear everyone, I'll stay in a small county town to live. Yi Chen shook his head and said, he refused to take it, he liked his current life, although it was plain, but it was warm, because this was his home.

Seeing this, Old Man Zhang sighed helplessly, but after all, he didn't persuade again, and took the golden ticket back.

Time flies by in the blandness, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Today, the small county town is desolate, and a white cloth is hung in front of the house of Mr. Zhang's house, after all, he can't bear the old age and decay, and a serious illness, Mr. Zhang has passed away.

There are many people who come to mourn, and Mr. Zhang has done a lot of good deeds in the past ten years, and his good name has been spread far and wide.

Yi Chen wore linen and filial piety, kneeling in front of the spirit, with tears on his face, now he has grown up, there is a touch of calmness between his eyebrows, but at the moment it is more sad, the person closest to him in this county has left him.

Soon, another month passed......

The death of Mr. Zhang gradually faded, and the small county town returned to its previous blandness, and according to Mr. Zhang's last words, Yi Chen inherited all his family property.

But in fact, Mr. Zhang did not leave much, except for a house, there was not much left, although he became the richest family in a small county, but Mr. Zhang's life was not very luxurious, but like an ordinary family, very plain, most of the original money was used to do good deeds in the past ten years.

However, one day, when Yi Chen was cleaning the warehouse in the backyard of the former tavern, he suddenly found a somewhat yellowed old cloth package, which had accumulated a lot of dust, and when he opened it, Yi Chen was slightly stunned and found that there were two golden tickets and a bunch of jade bottles inside, as well as a neatly folded parchment map.

Some tears suddenly crossed the corners of his eyes, and Yi Chen's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, it turned out that for ten years, Grandpa Zhang had kept these two golden tickets for himself......

sighed for a moment, and then, he looked at the neatly folded leather map, and after spreading it out, he was slightly stunned, and then his eyes showed shock!

"Map of the Ministry of State!"

Yi Chen exclaimed in disbelief, this is a map of the ministry worth 10,000 gold, very precious, nowhere to buy!

But then, Yi Chen's expression froze, his eyes trembled again, and at this moment, he remembered some strange vague memories, as if he had seen this scene somewhere!

It's been ten years, and some of the original memories are almost completely forgotten, but at this moment, that weird feeling has come to his heart again!

Something's wrong......

What the hell am I getting wrong......

Yi Chen couldn't help but show a painful look on his face, kneeling on the ground, the vague dream and reality overlapped chaotically again, sometimes crossing his mind, but he couldn't think of it, making him feel like his head was about to explode!

"What the hell is wrong with me?!"

Half a month later, Yi Chen left the small county town, took the things that Grandpa Zhang left for him, and came to a city in the territory of Qi State, he remembered Grandpa Zhang's advice to him at the beginning, and now he plans to open a restaurant in Qi Country as he said, and live a good life in peace.

He's changed.

After ten years, that strange feeling bothered him again, as if as long as he stayed in the small county town, he would remember some vague dream memories from time to time, which gave him a headache, and gradually, he couldn't bear it, and his heart changed somewhat.

"I just want to live a quiet life...... Yi Chen bought the largest restaurant in the city, it is the only three-story restaurant in the city, the business is very prosperous, sitting on the third floor by the window, you can see the tall city tower of the palace city of Qi from afar.

Life returned to dullness again, and sure enough, after leaving the small county town, those vague memories never appeared again, Yi Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't find that his feelings for the small county town had become shallower and shallower.

It was another winter, Yi Chen sat on the third floor of the window with his coat on, looking at the silver outside, a little dazed, compared to the small county town, the snow here in Qi is much more, and it is white everywhere, which is a scenery he has never seen in a small county town.

"Xiao Er, come with a pot of warm wine and two plates of sauce meat. After a while, there was such a voice, and someone stepped up to the third floor, and after a while, sat opposite Yi Chen.

Yi Chen came back to his senses, and immediately looked at the other side, but he was slightly stunned, sitting in front of him was a middle-aged Confucian dressed in a gorgeous costume, looking a little unfamiliar, he smiled, and then spoke.

"I don't know which lord in the palace?" Yi Chen has been running this restaurant for some time, and has seen many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, although the middle-aged Confucian in front of him is not wearing official clothes at the moment, but there is a faint irresistible majesty on his face, this is the official atmosphere of the long-term power, he can still distinguish it.

"Hehe, none of that matters, I'm just a drinker today. The middle-aged Confucian in front of him waved his hand and said with a smile, he was approachable and did not fiddle with the official show.

"Xiao Er, serve some good food and drink, this guest officer's account is on me. Hearing this, Yichen nodded with a smile, then looked at the counter and greeted Xiao Er.

The middle-aged Confucian was slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything, and nodded with a smile.

"It's been two years since I've come here to drink, and I can't imagine that the scenery here is still the same as before......" Xiao Er brought warm wine and sauce meat, and the middle-aged Confucian poured himself a drink, and then looked out the window, as if he was a little distracted, and when he came back to his senses after a while, he sighed, and some memories crossed his eyes.

"Friends used to come here to drink a lot?" Yi Chen smiled indifferently when he heard this, and said.

"Hmm. The middle-aged Confucian nodded, poured himself another drink, and with some emotion in his eyes, then continued.

"I used to have some chances here......"

Then the middle-aged Confucian told a story of the past, and Yi Chen listened carefully, nodding from time to time, with a strange look in his eyes.

It turned out that ten years ago, this middle-aged Confucian was still a showman, but he failed in the scientific examination, no merit and no name, and planned to give up, but when he stayed in this restaurant decadently, he had to meet a nobleman, and after talking with him, he woke up, and then studied hard for three years to take the exam again.

"It's an extraordinary opportunity. After the middle-aged Confucian finished speaking, Yi Chen pondered for a moment and nodded.

I still remember that sentence deeply, and it has inspired me over the years, but if it weren't for that sentence, I wouldn't be where I am today. The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled when he heard this, turned his head to look at Miyagi in the distance again, his face was constricted, and he was a little engrossed, and after a while, he sighed.

"It's always been ......" Hearing this, Yi Chen was slightly stunned, and he also turned his head to look at it, his eyes paused on the high city tower, a little dazed, but then, he inadvertently suddenly muttered such a sentence.

Yi Chen's voice was very soft, but it was still clearly heard by the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and immediately his expression was shocked, looking at the former, his eyes showed unprecedented disbelief, when he told the past before, he clearly did not say this sentence, but why did Yi Chen know?

After speaking, Yi Chen's expression was also stunned, his eyes showed a blankness, and he didn't know how he suddenly came up with such a sentence for no reason.

"What's wrong with me......" Yi Chen's expression was a little stunned, and then his brows were furrowed, and he faintly felt a little headache, obviously he had already left the small county town, why did that strange feeling appear again?

The middle-aged Confucian was just about to open his mouth to ask about the puzzle in his heart, but when he saw Yi Chen's appearance at this moment, he frowned slightly, fell silent, pursed his lips, took out something from his arms and put it on the table, drank a glass of warm wine again, and then left the restaurant.

After a long time, Yi Chen felt better, but when he came back to his senses, the figure of the middle-aged Confucian in front of him was gone, he looked at the wine jug, his eyes were slightly stunned, I don't know when, there was an extra gold medal with exquisite workmanship.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed in a hurry.

Yi Chen has gradually entered middle age, has been operating a restaurant for many years, he has a lot of business experience, the business of the restaurant is getting bigger and bigger, in this city, he bought a few restaurants, and also made a lot of money, with some wealth on the face, life is very stable and moist.

But Yi Chen did not forget to do good deeds like Grandpa Zhang, often helping the poor and the poor on weekdays, and being kind and charitable, gradually, the good name of Yi Da good people spread, and it was known in the cities near and far.

Every winter, Yi Chen would go to the restaurant he had first bought and sit down by the window on the third floor, but since that one ten years ago, he had not seen the middle-aged Confucian scholar at the beginning.

It was another year of winter snow, Yi Chen climbed to the third floor of the restaurant again, sat alone by the window, took out the gold medal with exquisite workmanship from his arms, put it in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were a little distracted.

Since that ten years ago, he has not had strange feelings and confused memories, as if those things did not exist in his mind in the first place, as if they had been completely forgotten by the passage of time.

For Yi Chen, this is a good thing, he finally won't feel at a loss anymore, he doesn't have to worry about it anymore, and finally lives the ordinary life he wants.

It's just that looking at the gold medal in his hand at this moment, Yi Chen's heart has a trace of inexplicable uneasiness for some reason......