The car drove on the old street of Z County. This old street carries the memories of too many people in Z County. The restaurants and bun shops along the street have too many children's childhood tastes. Some people who walked out of Z County will drive here without hesitation to taste the childhood tastes.

"Mr. Zhong, you won't blame me for telling Mr. Ouyang, do you?"

Zhong Yue stared at the scenery along the way and came to his senses, "Hmm? This is what Manager Li has to do."

"I'm sorry, maybe I don't have the courage of Mr. Zhong. I am a professional manager and I really can't think of any reason to accept such a ridiculous Dou Mo agreement."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Manager Li, don't you know you have read martial arts novels?"

"Oh... Is "The Legend of Bird Shooting" a big deal? At that time, I was still in high school, hiding in the quilt, watching with a flashlight."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Is it good?"

"I thought it was really good at that time."

"What about now?"

"Now?" Li Qiancheng hesitated through the rearview mirror and said, "Now... I'll make a living." In fact, he wanted to say that such martial arts movies are so boring now.

Zhong Yue put down the car window and the cold wind poured in. "When he was young and frivolous, there was a passionate world in his heart. It was not that it was a perfect place, but at least, the sword would eliminate grudges and not have to plot against intrigues and beware of it. Doesn't Manager Li think that Doumo is the fastest way to defeat Cao Morong?"

Li Qiancheng's hand holding the steering wheel tightened even more, "But you may not win... If you lose, you will be doomed!"

"Ten years of drinking ice can make you feel cold and hot."

Li Qiancheng's eyes were stunned. For some reason, a strange throbbing suddenly surged into his heart.

Zhong Yue looked at the steam floating outside the car window and said, "Manager Li, stop for a moment."

Li Qiancheng, who was still stunned, suddenly came to his senses and braked suddenly, and Zhong Yue almost took him to the seat in front of him.

"I said to Manager Li, you are..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhong, I'm distracted."

Zhong Yue said, "Okay. Then take the money and go to the cash restaurant in front to buy seven or eight oil cakes. Remember to add glutinous rice balls."

"Food rice? Oil cakes? Ma glutinous rice?" Li Qiancheng was a little dizzy, "Is this something to eat?"

Zhong Yue got out of the car and smiled curiously at Li Qiancheng in the car window, "Of course, can you still use it for fun? Hurry up, there will be a long queue later."

Zhong Yue walked towards the bun shop that had already lined up. When he was a child, his father would buy him two meat buns with money from good quality peaches. The gravy was wrapped in the fragrance of green onions, which not only removed the fishy smell, but also improved freshness. The flour was kneaded vigorously and bitten in one bite. It would not be like the meat buns in school, and the meat would not be invisible, but the satisfaction between the lips and teeth.

There were more than twenty baskets in a basket, and the team was shortened at once. Zhong Yue waited for about ten minutes before buying the buns. Facing Zhong Yue who had swept half of the basket of buns, the people in the queue behind him were filled with sorrow. He felt so unhappy, but he had to hold back his annoyance.

When Zhong Yue returned to the car, Li Qiancheng was already waiting and said, "Mr. Zhong, can you finish eating so much?"

"Go to Wanfeng Lane."

"Didn't Mr. Li only meet at 135?" Zhong Yue has gone a lot, and the professional driver Li Qiancheng is also familiar with Li Deming's work and schedule.

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I have my own sense of responsibility."

When the car arrived at Wanfeng Lane, Zhong Yue carried two large bags of snacks into Li Deming's Yinzhai.

Weekends are a day for office workers to rest, but a place like this that is not even a workshop can only be called a studio where some elderly people who like to make seals get together.

“My oil cake.”

"Bun, huh, it's up to two dollars now, right?"

A group of old men were eating snacks and talking about family matters with Zhong Yue. Zhao Zhimin also tasted the joy of afternoon tea with a few young workers. "Hey, I said Zhong Yue. On the 135th, you always have more strange problems than others, right? They always have bad rules, and some people have complaints."

After eating the buns, Zhong Yue threw the plastic bag into the trash can beside him, "Uncle Zhimin, are you eating my snacks? I blame me? I spit it out."

"Haha, Zhimin, if you want to scold, you will finish your meal! Now, I'm going to eat someone and have a short mouth."

"Ha ha."

Zhao Zhimin looked sideways and saw Li Deming standing in front of the hall. He was still wearing the long gown, immediately put away his smiling face, standing respectfully, "Teacher...Master."

Li Deming walked over with a serious look on his face.

Zhong Yue also bowed respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Li."

"Hey, are there any oil cakes?"

"Ah? Oh, yes." Zhong Yue almost laughed out loud when he heard Li Deming's expression of serious demand for the oil cake. The people around him also laughed.

"Cough cough. What are you laughing at? Hurry up and work after eating."

"Hey, okay."

Li Deming bit the oil cake and frowned and said, "The oil cake still has to be eaten, it's not crispy."

"With the buns, would you?"

"I don't like to eat buns."

“…”

Zhong Yue often comes here when he has time. He asks Li Deming for advice on seal making. At first, he just comes to greet him. However, when the conversation guides the sealing treatment, the stubborn old man began to show his unyielding side. He talks with Zhong Yue to discuss sealing techniques, and looks like he is invincible in the world.

If Master Zhong Yue had not followed Qiu Wenzhen and had read the saint's sword and pen in "The Seven Saints Pictures" in Daqian, he would not have the qualifications to discuss the truth with Li Xiaozhuan.

The two people in the study sat opposite each other, holding seals of stones. Every time they came over, they would take two hours to discuss. Li Deming threw the carving knife aside and leaned on the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm old and can't keep up with your young people's physical strength." Li Deming stood up and looked out the window.

While using the method of using a knife to control the seal, Zhong Yue blew off the stone chips, "Old Mr. Li, do you think there will be people in China who will still control the seal in a hundred years?"

"meeting."

"What about three hundred years later?"

"meeting."

"Where are five hundred years?"

Li Deming turned around and said firmly: "Yes!"

Zhong Yue raised his head and shone in with a slanted sun, pulling Li Deming's figure long, "Are you so sure?"

"If you don't even have this belief in seal making, what about seal making?"

"What about you after?"

Li Deming looked at Zhong Yue firmly and said, "I believe that even if one day, when the Chinese nation no longer needs to use seals, there will still be some persistent people who follow the footsteps of their ancestors in a certain corner to uncover the veil of seal carving. When you pick up the sword and pen, don't you think it's sacred at this moment?!"

"You are a real person."

Li Deming smiled, "Are you complimenting me?"

"No, the students have been taught."
Chapter completed!