Chapter six hundred and fortieth IX: I don't hate you anymore
In the blink of an eye, a few decades later, the woman who sold cooking cakes on that street is now gray-haired and stooped.
As I get older, I can’t remember many things clearly.
But the old woman still had fresh memories of the gentleman in green shirt who suddenly appeared in front of her.
In fact, they only met once.
But during these years, the old woman heard people talk about this gentleman no less than a hundred times, or even more.
The old woman came to her senses in a daze and was about to kneel down.
"The old woman has met Mr...."
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand to hold her and said: "Please get up quickly, Chen is not worthy of such a great gift."
This old woman is Zhang Xiaoliu's wife.
After getting up, the old woman led Chen Changsheng into the wine shop.
After walking in, Chen Changsheng felt a little familiar inexplicably.
"here……"
The layout of the wine shop is like that of many wine shops many, many years ago. It is exactly the same from the tables and chairs to the beams and pillars on the roof.
Even Chen Changsheng couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment.
While sitting on the chair, Chen Changsheng even felt that the next moment a kind-faced old man would sit in front of him and pour wine.
"Meow?"
Finally, Chen Changsheng suddenly came to his senses under the cries of Li Hua.
Lihua looked at him as if asking him what was wrong.
Chen Changsheng shook his head, but this time he did not explain.
The old woman brought wine. The wine was made in Qiuyue, and it still tasted the same as before. It had not changed at all.
The old woman staggered and sat down.
In the blink of an eye, decades later, this gentleman's appearance has not changed at all, but her face has become wrinkled and her hair has turned white.
"Thank you."
Chen Changsheng poured the wine and drank a whole glass.
This wine may have been brewed only a short time ago, but for Chen Changsheng, in the blink of an eye, over the past few decades, the taste of this wine has become more intense.
Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and asked, "When did he leave?"
"It was just the beginning of summer the year before last."
The old woman said: "The old man probably realized that his time was running out, so he accompanied him to Liuyun Temple and swept the steps one last time. After returning, he left at night and was quite peaceful."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end the words got stuck in his throat.
The old woman said: "Sir, you don't have to feel guilty. He felt relieved about that incident before he left. It's just a pity that he didn't get to see you again."
Chen Changsheng paused and asked, "Did he leave any words?"
The old woman said: "Before he left, he asked me to tell my husband that everything has been fine for him these years. Qiuyue Niang is now available everywhere. You can buy it in the wine shop of Qiuyue Fang, so that my husband will not be unable to find a place when he comes back."
Bought some wine."
Speaking of coming here, her eyes became red.
She had cried so many times alone that her tears were almost dry. Now that she mentioned it again, her eyes would inevitably turn red.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the wine on the table and suddenly fell silent.
Lihua raised her head and took a look. She seemed to feel that Chen Changsheng was a little unhappy, but she couldn't speak, which made her very depressed.
Chen Changsheng wiped his face, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it.
"Excuse me, please make some more Qiuyue brew."
.
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Chen Changsheng carried the wine bottle and walked outside the workshop.
The old woman did not follow, and Chen Changsheng was able to find a place.
According to Zhang Xiaoliu's instructions before his death, he did not go to the Feng Shui master for burial. Everything was kept simple and he was buried next to his fifth brother Zhang.
"Good man Chen."
"Good man Chen!"
"Good man Chen?"
The civet cat followed behind Chen Changsheng and shouted several times, but did not listen to Chen Changsheng's reply.
When he shouted for the fourth time, Chen Changsheng finally heard it.
"What's wrong?"
As the civet cat walked, he asked: "Civet cat called you several times, but you didn't hear it?"
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "I'm really sorry, Chen was a little lost in thought just now."
The civet cat glanced at him and didn't care anymore.
"Okay, but you are really weird today."
"Really?" Chen Changsheng smiled and then asked, "So what does Li Hua want to ask?"
"Where are we going?"
"Going to meet two old friends."
"Your friend?"
"Um."
"Your friend lives in a very remote area."
"Yes some."
Nagging walked all the way.
Chen Changsheng's chaotic thoughts slowly came to their senses amidst the chatter with Li Hua.
He breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and saw two tall pine trees.
I remember I planted it many years ago.
He has grown so tall now.
Chen Changsheng stopped in front of the tomb.
Lihua paused, "Is this right here?"
"right."
Lihua glanced at the grave bag in front of her, paused, and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to see your friend?"
"Right here."
The civet cat blinked, not understanding what Chen Changsheng meant.
The weeds on the grave mound are a little tall.
It seems that no one has come to worship here for a long time.
Chen Changsheng pulled a stick from a nearby tree and swept away the weeds one by one.
After he was clean, he stood in front of the grave bag and poured down the wine he brought with him.
"Why did you spill the wine?"
"Drink for a friend."
"oh."
The civet cat looked around, but did not see Chen Changsheng's friend.
It thought for a while and asked: "Is your friend a ghost? Just like Huahua, Lihua sometimes can't see him."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and replied: "That's right..."
The wine jug was half empty, and Chen Changsheng stood there and stared for a while before looking back.
He looked aside and saw an extra grave bag somewhere. He thought it belonged to Zhang Xiaoliu.
He walked over, swept away the weeds as before, and poured down the remaining wine in the jug.
The civet cat followed all the way, and suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Li Hua remembered it!"
Chen Changsheng turned back to look at it and asked, "What did you remember?"
Lihua looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Your friend is not a ghost like Huahua, but..."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "They are all gone."
The civet cat paused in its heart. It looked at Chen Changsheng and suddenly said something after a moment.
"Good man Chen?"
"Um?"
"Are you sad?"
"A little bit."
"Um."
Chen Changsheng looked at the civet cat and asked, "Why does the civet cat look sad too?"
The civet cat looked up at him and said, "I don't know. I can't be happy when I see you sad."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "It's okay."
Under the pines and cypresses.
Next to Mr. Qingshan squatted a tabby cat.
The wine bottle in the gentleman's hand is empty.
He looked at the grave in front of him and thought of many things, those few years and few friends.
It seemed like many things were moving away from him.
"Good man Chen."
"Um?"
"Will Mo Yu die?"
"meeting."
"Where's the raccoon flower?"
"Me too."
"What about you?"
Chen Changsheng looked at it and said: "Chen is no exception."
"oh."
The civet cat looked at the tomb and thought about something.