On the streets bustling with cars and horses, pedestrians of all kinds are in a hurry, all busy with their own things.

Xu Bai was walking on the street with his sleeves relaxed and seemed a bit out of place.

Judging from the appearance alone, the elegant Xu Bai looks like a man of letters, but there is a touch of tenacity between his brows.

The years have infected his temples, but they have not been able to take away his tenacity. Instead, it has become more obvious as time goes by.

His deep eyes were calm and unruffled.

Thinking back on the books I have read, the heroes and sages who have gone down in history, or the villains who have been passed down through the ages. With the accumulation of thousands of years of history, they can still make waves, even if they are hundreds of thousands of years old.

The rolling history has not been able to crush them in the long river of history. Their descendants...even have no descendants, but they can be remembered by others and exist in this world in another form.

I have read a lot of history books and spanned thousands of years of history, but only when I raise my eyes.

But, my thoughts changed.

Looking back on my own life, decades have passed by in a hurry, like a short journey.

Not short-lived, nor short-lived.

At least you can have a relatively comparative concept of time.

The change of dynasties within a hundred years has gone from being in danger of survival to rising to the top of the world, from running around in cold and hunger to having no worries about food and clothing.

What an arduous and great journey this is?

The whole process is difficult and long.

If you look at it in the long river of history, it is just a drop in the ocean.

I can't understand how those great men have been able to plan for decades.

I can't imagine how those glorious dynasties could live up to one wish for the sixth generation.

...

I walked for a long time along the endless street.

In my mind, not only everything that happened in the past appeared in front of my eyes, but I also considered the meaning of my own existence.

Life seems a bit tiring in this life, busy growing up, busy studying, busy taking care of the family, busy paying off debts and making money...until I really have to face death, I have never thought about strange questions, like

They are like ants that keep popping up from the entrance of an anthill, crawling one after another in my heart.

Questions that I once thought were meaningless now actually have time to study in detail.

In the distance, a street lamp was obscured by leaves.

The incomplete light seeped out and fell on the ground.

Just like the lights on and off in the entire city, the moment the light fell to the ground, the street lights came in rapid succession along the distance!

Until, the lights beside the environmentally friendly tree turned on, and the street lights fell on his shoulders at night.

It fell to pieces on the road and was mottled all over the ground.

Only then did Xu Bai wake up as if it was a lifetime ago. Looking at the darkening sky, his eyes returned to consciousness slightly.

People always move closer to familiar places inadvertently.

Looking at the Yongxing Community not far away, which is where he lives, he suddenly reached here in a daze.

Although there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, he turned around and walked to the bus stop sign on the other side.

I caught the last bus and headed to Qingyang High-speed Railway Station.

...

Not long after Xu Bai left, Su Chen hurriedly left the store.

He headed directly to the outskirts of the city, driving towards the village along the route that was quite familiar in his mind.

The memories in my previous life are also my memories now, as if I had experienced them myself.

Therefore, I am inexplicably familiar with the route my predecessor took since childhood.

Finally, when the sky was getting dark, I saw the outline of the village entrance.

Several stooped old men were sitting together at the village gate, constantly observing every figure entering and leaving the village gate.

No matter whether they are strangers or familiar figures, they will not be immune to their 'profound guidance'.

From your past, to your current experiences, to the situation of your family, and even relatives and friends, nothing can be hidden under their guidance.

If nothing happens, it's fine.

If something happens, within a day, your situation will be spread throughout the village from the village entrance.

Sitting in the car, Su Chen didn't pay much attention to the look from the terrifying intelligence organization.

He drove the car straight into the village.

One by one, they stared at this unfamiliar BMW, and the eyes of the several elderly people were confused and full of curiosity.

The brand new BMW car looks a bit dazzling and eye-catching in the whole village.

"Whose family does this belong to?"

"Why don't you recognize the kid sitting in the car?"

"Don't you know? Don't you even know Old Man Su?"

"Old man Su? The one who died?"

"Um!"

"This kid has a lot of potential!"

"I've taken over from Old Man Su, and he's in the dead business!"

"Is the dead man's business so profitable? Look at that car, I'm afraid it's valuable."

"It must be expensive. This kid is also promising. He took over from Old Man Su. Old Man Su didn't start working, but he did it very well!"

"Hey, yes!"

The dimness and old eyesight did not affect the rickety old women sitting around the village entrance, but the BMW cars passing by in a hurry still could not escape their gaze.

As accurate as a laser scanner, Su Chen's identity was recognized at a glance.

In a few words, things about the Su family were constantly revealed.

When a BMW appears in a village, passers-by will still be attracted to it.

Especially, stopping in front of a dilapidated courtyard is even more eye-catching.

To the north of the village, in front of the dilapidated old courtyard.

An old man in a big coat was sitting cross-legged at the door of his home, holding a large porcelain bowl in one hand. The golden oil-splashed noodles were lazily lying in the bowl, shining with an attractive luster.

The other hand is not idle, holding a piece of freshly baked scallion pancake.

Take a bite of the flatbread and put it next to the bowl.

Immediately afterwards, he stared expectantly at the golden oily noodles in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and filled the chopsticks.

Take a sip!

All the gulu went into the mouth, and a golden luster stained the corners of the mouth.

After a few quick chews, he swallowed it hard.

Feeling the feeling of satisfaction coming from his stomach, the old man ate it to his heart's content.

This piece of bread, this bowl of noodles, is his world at the moment.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even the BMW parked not far in front of him could not disrupt his eating rhythm. He took one mouthful after another, filling his mouth with delicious food.

Spicy pepper, garlic, hot oil and noodles are all mixed together, exuding the unstoppable deliciousness of Guanzhong Han.

Bang~

Su Chen got out of the car and closed the door.

He glanced at the big man squatting at the door and enjoying his meal, ignored him and walked in.

After a while, he also walked out with a bowl of oily noodles.

But the bowl in his hand was much smaller than the bowl in the big man's hand.

That big foreign porcelain bowl is the man's exclusive treasure, just for dry rice.

Walking to the threshold, Su Chen slowly sat down, picked up the bowl and started eating.

The sound of the two eating noodles could be heard endlessly.

There are no formalities or formalities, only the openness of the people in the room.

For a big man, if you don’t eat noodles without slurping your teeth, is it still called noodles?

After the big man tasted the delicious food in his hand, the flatbread disappeared along with the noodles.

"Hiccup~"

The big man burped happily, put the bowls and chopsticks aside, and then turned back to look at Su Chen, who was walking away.
To be continued...