While drinking with his husband, Zhang Xiaoliu didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the wine glass and then at the gentleman who spoke kindly.
It seems like nothing has changed.
But it seems like everything has changed.
In a moment of looking back, Zhang Xiaoliu remembered many past events.
It reminds me of the time when the old shopkeeper picked it up on a snowy night.
Reminds me of the time when my husband came to his rescue.
It reminded me of the time when the old shopkeeper asked him to go into the ancestral hall and kowtow.
Remembered...
I remembered that day when I knelt down in front of my husband and asked for a fairy fate for my son.
I don't know how many years.
He looked down at the calm wine glass. He didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was recalling the past.
It seems like he has lost something now.
Back then, he was also the child playing under the tree in the village, and he couldn't go back in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xiaoliu was not drunk and went down the mountain with some sobriety.
When I left, I took the broom and swept away all the snow on the mountain gate.
He clearly understood that he was no longer the waiter, and he was no longer the waiter.
Some things have no room for change.
After Zhang Xiaoliu left, Chen Changsheng took a jar of wine and went to the back mountain.
He paid homage to Taoist Xuanhuang, who was the only person he thought had attained Taoism during his hundreds of years here.
Chen Changsheng was not a person who liked to chatter, so he just sat there for a few drinks and then went down the mountain carrying another wine jar.
There are many weeds in front of Zhang Wudi's tomb, and the few small pines that were planted at the beginning are now much taller than Chen Changsheng's.
He poured the wine as well, thinking about the countless people.
Looking back on these years, for Chen Changsheng, it seems that not many years have passed, but everything has changed.
Taoist Xuanhuang left, and so did Fifth Brother Zhang. Zhang Xiaoliu begged him not to be the old friend he was before, and to talk to him about everything.
Chen Changsheng seemed to understand Zhao Yuqing's hatred for him at the beginning.
He took a few gulps of wine.
He fell asleep in front of Zhang Wudi's grave.
Chen Changsheng thought in his mind.
Maybe after Taoer gets married, he can go out for a walk.
I also promised Xuanhuang to find a successor for this Taoist temple.
As for Mo Yuan, he should have his own things to do. What does it mean to stay in Taoism and watch the door?
Chenghuang is now Mo Yuan's younger brother, and his cultivation is far better than before. He is also protected by Mo Yuan, so when he goes outside, he has someone to take care of him.
Chen Changsheng himself wanted to walk around.
Just for yourself, not for a so-called solution.
Chen Changsheng was afraid.
I'm afraid that one day, I will really no longer be attached to this mortal world.
He would rather stay awake than be numb to the world.
…
When Chen Changsheng woke up, the surroundings were still empty.
Only the tombstone remains with me.
He should feel lonely, but Chen Changsheng has long been accustomed to this kind of thing.
Except when he wakes up, he is always alone.
He dusted off the dust from his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to Liuyun Temple.
Tao'er has already cleared the snow from the Taoist temple.
Mo Yuan and Hu Junhan were sitting at the door of the Taoist temple, bickering from time to time, just like door gods.
"Sir is back."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and asked, "Why are you sitting here?"
Mo Yuan said: "It's cool outside."
Hu Junhan glanced at him and remained silent.
In fact, they were just kicked out by Miss Taoer because they were too noisy.
Chen Changsheng didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the sky and said, "It's better to rest early. A matchmaker will come up to the mountain tomorrow to deliver the invitation. Remember to send some wedding money when you leave, so as not to let others gossip."
"Tomorrow?"
Mo Yuan thought for a moment, then patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of it."
Chen Changsheng agreed and entered the Taoist temple.
Hu Junhan said: "Mr. Chen asked you to send wedding money, but don't send anything weird, otherwise you will lose Miss Tao'er's face."
"Isn't it just money? I have plenty of it!"
As he said that, Mo Yuan shook off a pile of golden ingots.
"Is that enough?"
Hu Junhan took a look and asked, "Aren't there any copper coins?"
Mo Yuan blinked and said, "Can't gold do it?"
"Of course not!"
Hu Junhan said: "Aren't you asking for trouble by giving so much gold? A few or more than a dozen cash is enough for you."
"I have several hundred thousand taels of gold and dozens of copper coins..."
"If you don't have it, go and change it."
Mo Yuan smacked his lips, thought for a while and then said: "That's okay."
This time, Mo Yuan was obedient. When it came to Miss Tao'er's marriage, he was not careless at all. He went to exchange the copper coins overnight.
That’s two big boxes!
Hu Junhan couldn't help being stunned when he saw it, and asked: "Why did you change so many?"
"At first I planned to find a pawn shop to exchange it, but it turned out that the person couldn't exchange it at all, so I found a few hills and robbed a few bandits."
"..."
Hu Junhan sighed helplessly.
This Mo Yuan has never done anything serious.
A night of silence.
At dawn, the sky was gray.
There was no fog today, it was a beautiful day, and it was an excellent time on the almanac.
The matchmaker arrived early in the morning, accompanied by more than ten people, mostly fellow villagers, who came carrying betrothal gifts.
There is meat, there is wine, there is clothes...
This mountain road is a bit difficult to walk, but no one said they were tired along the way.
Don't complain, this is the rule, otherwise it will be unlucky.
When the matchmaker arrived at the door, he saw two handsome men waiting at the door.
The group of people looked at the two people at the entrance and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"These two young men are so handsome."
"Yeah yeah."
"Why haven't I seen it before?"
Mo Yuan and Hu Junhan looked at each other, and then said: "Everyone, please come in. My husband has been waiting for a long time."
"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go..."
The group of people carried their things and entered the Taoist temple.
The matchmaker sat down with the two elders of the Tong family, and the person sitting in front of them was Chen Changsheng.
"Mr. Chen." Tong Caizheng called respectfully.
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly in response.
The matchmaker was a little surprised because this Mr. Chen was really young.
"The girl's husband is so young?" the matchmaker said.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "You just look young, but in fact you are not young anymore."
In a few words, the matchmaker started talking to Chen Changsheng, and many of his words revolved around Taoer and Tong Zhihuan.
The two elders would interrupt from time to time, and they were all trembling in their hearts, for fear that the matchmaker would say something wrong.
Mo Yuan was not idle either. After carrying two boxes of copper coins, he came out and said to the people carrying the gifts.
"You're welcome, you can take as much as you can from these two boxes. The lunch boxes are expensive. I don't have any preparations. I only have this little money for more."
When Hu Junhan heard this, he couldn't help but hold his forehead and quickly walked away.
And those who were carrying the ceremony were also stunned when they saw this formation.
It was really too much given.
It was not until later that the matchmaker finished writing the wedding invitation and handed it to Mr. Chen before everyone went down the mountain.
When they left, everyone without exception had bulging pockets.
One step makes dozens of sounds, and I can't even hide it.