Tong Zhihuan was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard writing medical genealogy.
Tao'er, on the other hand, held her head and didn't know what she was thinking.
Tong Zhihuan paused and asked, "What is Miss Taoer thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about you, sir..."
Tao'er turned around and said, "Don't they say that drunk people talk nonsense, but why doesn't Sir say a word when he is drunk?"
Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment.
He looked back at the gentleman who was watching idly in the audience, and then said: "I think..."
"Maybe it's because sir has been alone for too long."
"Um?"
Miss Taoer blinked, a little confused.
Tong Zhihuan said: "Maybe I don't know who to tell."
Miss Taoer paused in her heart and asked, "Aren't we there?"
Tong Zhihuan shook his head and sighed: "Although I say that my husband is very close, sometimes I feel that my husband is far away from us. Neither I nor Miss Tao'er actually understand my husband."
Tao'er thought back and thought about what her husband had done over the years.
It seemed that Tong Zhihua didn't say anything wrong.
My husband seems to be hiding many secrets in his heart, which he has never told anyone about. Even if I watch and listen to my husband talk every day, I can't find any clues about them.
Tong Zhihuan saw that Taoer was in a daze thinking about something, so he said, "I just mentioned it casually."
Tao'er came back to her senses, looked at him and said, "You're not stupid either."
"hold head high?"
"nothing."
Miss Taoer stopped explaining and looked back at the gentleman who was reading in the audience.
I don’t know how many books I have read over the years.
It seems that everything is hidden in the books I have read, but no one can understand what is in the book.
She couldn't understand it, and Tong Zhihua couldn't see it.
On this day, my husband read books all day long as before. He took out all the more than a hundred books in the bookcase and read through them.
Until night and then midnight.
The oil lamp was always on in the library and never went out.
…
The sky is gray.
Tao'er and Tong Zhihuan got up early and prepared breakfast.
After having dinner with my husband, I had to send him off to the mountain.
"Chen is gone."
Chen Changsheng said that when he came he was empty, and when he left he only took a sword with him.
Miss Taoer stepped forward and handed some peaches to her husband and said to her husband, "Peaches are delicious, sir, I will eat them on the way."
"I'm determined."
Chen Changsheng looked at the peaches, smiled slightly, raised his hand, and all the peaches were put into his sleeve.
Miss Tao'er nodded and said, "When Mr. comes back, there will be peaches to eat."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile again when he heard this.
"It's a deal."
"Um."
Miss Tao'er nodded, with a somewhat lonely look in her eyes. She was reluctant to leave her husband, but it was a pity that she could not leave with him.
Tong Zhihuan asked: "Will the next time Mr. come back be three years later?"
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "I can't say for sure."
"Is this so?"
Tong Zhihuan pursed his lips after hearing this. After a moment, he raised his head and said, "I wish you all the best..."
"This trip was smooth sailing..."
"Everything goes well."
Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said with a smile, "You'd better say this to yourself."
"ah?"
Tong Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said, "It's not like I won't come back. Don't make it look like we are parting from life or death."
Tong Zhihuan coughed and laughed twice.
"That's it. Chen will come back after a while."
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and went down the mountain.
But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
Tong Zhihuan paused in his heart and asked, "Is there anything else you would like to give me, sir?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Not too young."
"Stop calling yourself a brat."
Tong Zhihuan was stunned for a moment.
Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze and disappeared around the corner.
Tong Zhihuan seemed to be in a trance.
Only then did he remember that he had forgotten how to address himself in front of his husband.
I panicked, and all I remembered was this boy.
yes……
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye!
The husband has not changed at all, but he is no longer the 'boy' he was before.
Tong Zhihuan sighed and murmured: "I don't know when we will see you next time."
Miss Taoer glanced at him and said, "Sir, you will always be here."
The peach trees in the courtyard are rippling, and the breeze blows into the view.
There is only a hint of coolness left.
…
Chen Changsheng went down the mountain, and this time he went to Qiuyuefang as usual.
The West Bridge has been destroyed and is now being rebuilt by the government, with constant clanging sounds.
Chen Changsheng walked into the Xiqiao wine shop.
"Full."
When the waiter saw this gentleman, he never dared to neglect him again.
Mr. Chen was always trembling when talking to him. After seeing the scene of the river flowing backward yesterday, he understood why the shopkeeper was so calm.
This gentleman...
He is truly capable of reaching the heavens!
Zhang Xiaoliu entertained the gentleman as usual, but this time he felt that the gourd was particularly difficult to install.
He poured nearly two large jars of wine into it before filling the gourd.
Zhang Xiaoliu then asked: "Sir, you drank so much this time, but you have to travel far?"
"Just taking a walk." Chen Changsheng said with a warm smile.
Zhang Xiaoliu asked: "Do you have enough wine?"
Chen Changsheng picked up the wine gourd, shook it, and said, "It should be enough."
Zhang Xiaoliu shook his head and said to the waiter on the side: "Go and carry two more altars!"
"Young man, let's go right here."
The waiter left in a hurry, but Chen Changsheng couldn't stop him.
Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly and said, "What is this..."
The smile on his face faded and he continued: "Shopkeeper, Chen still didn't bring any silver this time."
Zhang Xiaoliu paused for a moment and said quickly: "Sir, how much wine do you want to drink? Just tell me. Even if I give this restaurant to you, Xiaoliu won't dare to complain."
Chen Changsheng said: "Let's take it on credit."
Zhang Xiaoliu was startled in his heart.
His arms trembled slightly and he looked at Mr. Chen blankly.
.
.
The shopkeeper and the waiter escorted Mr. out of the restaurant.
After his husband left, Zhang Xiaoliu took out his account book and made a bold stroke on the first page of the account book.
The waiter asked: "The shopkeeper seems very happy?"
He was a little puzzled as to why the shopkeeper was still happy after borrowing so much wine money.
That’s a full four taels of silver!
It's equivalent to saying that the restaurant has been working in vain these past few days.
The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him and said, "You've been a waiter for so long and you don't even understand this."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then he started to think about it, but he still couldn't figure it out.
The shopkeeper didn't explain, but said, "That's all you've got."
The waiter was scolded for no reason. He didn't complain, but he didn't understand what the shopkeeper meant.
What's the point of this?
He couldn't understand.
The shopkeeper said: "You will understand later."
After saying this, he suddenly paused.
He suddenly thought of the old shopkeeper.
It seems that the old shopkeeper also said this to him.
When did it come...
Unexpectedly, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye.