"Who could have guessed that the reason why we came to Shanghang Art School in the first place was just to retrieve my master's soul?"
On the No. 18 bus, Yan Shouyi opened the window and let the heat wave outside the window hit him, ruffling his bangs that had just grown out.
After settling the matter at Shanghang Art School, Yan Shouyi hurried to the outskirts of the city to find Lao Jin to get medicine.
Because in the morning, he obviously noticed that Lin Zitong's face was a little pale. It must have been the injury he suffered from the attack by the Bai family's kid that night, but he still didn't know clearly.
Long Feicheng sat next to him and talked non-stop.
The great drama in the morning led to the arrest of Wan Ninghong and Dong Xi, and the Huangsong case and the girls' dormitory case were finally concluded.
In Long Feicheng's eyes, he believed that he and Yan Shouyi were both great heroes.
It's just that not many people know about it.
"As the saying goes, there are gods three feet above the head. Everything Dong Xi and the others do is seen by Master Cangtian." Yan Shouyi said calmly.
Long Feicheng shook his head: "Brother Yan, you are handsome and everything you say is right, but I don't quite agree with what you just said."
"Oh? Why don't you agree?"
Yan Shou turned around and thought about it for a moment. This sentence was something his father often said before.
Yan Shouyi, who had lived with his father and grandfather since childhood, naturally accepted their ideas. Sometimes he did not seriously think about whether what his father and grandfather said were all correct.
Long Feicheng said:
"As the saying goes, good people get good rewards. Huang Song is a good person, right? The girl who was killed by Dong Xi was not a bad person at least, but where is their good news? Huang Shihui was even misunderstood as someone who wanted to extort money.
Liars, if it weren't for us, these grievances would not be solved... I think we are the great heroes, and the sky is a piece of shit. If the sky had eyes, it shouldn't have allowed a bastard like Dong Xi to be born."
After listening to Long Feicheng's words, Yan Shouyi was silent for a while.
When Long Feicheng saw that Yan Shouyi was silent, he thought he had convinced Yan Shouyi, and couldn't help but feel a little arrogant.
At this moment, an old man sitting in front of them suddenly turned his head, smiled and said to Long Feicheng:
"My little friend, you are right, but you are also wrong. Everything in this world has its own laws of operation. The sufferings suffered in this life are all the sins committed in the previous life. Some people are good people in this life, but they may not be good in the next life.
They are good people. Some people are bad people in this life, but they may not have been bad people in the previous life. Although I don’t know what you have been through, I still know a thing or two about this cycle of cause and effect."
"It's a lie, old man, what you are saying is a lie! How do we know what happened in the previous life!" Long Feicheng said unconvinced.
Yan Shou raised his head and looked at the old man in the front row. The old man was only wearing a very ordinary striped T-shirt. He looked lean and lean, with white hair on his temples and some age spots, but he looked
Still feeling very energetic.
What made Yan Shouyi even more concerned was the dry-smoking gun in the old man's hand. The dry-smoking gun was simple in shape, brown in color and reddish in color. It had exquisite carvings on it. It was made of fine purple bamboo, and the cigarette holder was carved from jade.
, the cost of this cigarette alone is already quite high.
In the most conspicuous position of the dry pipe, a simple but lifelike ox is carved.
When the old man saw Yan Shouyi staring at the pipe, he asked, "Young man, what are you looking at my pipe? Could it be that your addiction to smoking has broken out?"
As soon as Yan Shou came to his senses, he smiled shyly, shook his head and said, "I don't smoke dry cigarettes. They are too strong and very harmful to the body."
The old man was choked and out of breath by Yan Shouyi's answer. Long Feicheng quickly helped pat him and said helplessly:
"Brother Yan, don't speak so bluntly, you'll make the old man angry."
"Ahem, I'm fine, cough, cough, cough, cough."
The old man coughed for two seconds and finally recovered. His face was a little dark.
Yan Shouyi felt guilty, so he tapped the back of the old man's hand a few times while the old man wasn't paying attention. The old man's breathing suddenly became much smoother and his face looked much better.
"Hey, how did I get better?" The old man was quite surprised, but he did not expect that it was Yan Shouyi's help.
Yan Shouyi said: "Old man, to be honest, I know the dry pipe in your hand."
"You know him?"
The old man looked surprised, then smiled and shook his head: "Young man, stop bragging. This pipe has been with me for decades. I always carry it with me. I have never seen you before. How could you recognize it?"
"
"Because this pipe was made by my grandfather."
"What?! You...you say it again?"
Yan Shouyi patiently pointed to the scalper mark on the dry smoke gun and said: "Everything my grandfather makes will have a scalper mark on it. This mark is unique, so I can recognize it at a glance."
The old man's face gradually became shocked, and he held Yan Shouyi's hand in disbelief: "You, are you the grandson of Master Yan?"
When Yan Shouyi met an old friend in a foreign land, he still felt somewhat cordial. Although he did not know the old man, he thought that the old man had a relationship with his grandfather, and Yan Shouyi also felt a sense of intimacy with the old man.
"Forty years ago, when I was still struggling in Sichuan and Chongqing, it was your grandfather who gave me the guidance and allowed me to develop in Jianzhou, which enabled me to have the family business I have today! Alas, so many years have passed by and I didn't expect that I would still be able to survive.
It's fate to meet his grandson by chance! What a fate! ... Young man, where is your grandpa now? How is his health? Can I go and visit him? "
The old man pulled Yan Shouyi and spoke for a long time. You can feel that the old man has deep feelings for Yan Shouyi's grandfather.
Yan Shouyi smiled and replied: "Grandpa, he passed away not long ago."
"this……"
The old man's eyes suddenly showed sadness, and he felt lost. He couldn't help but sigh: "Time flies so fast, so many people have passed away... Sigh. I wonder where your grandfather is buried. Can I go and pay homage to him?"
"Grandpa, he traveled all over the world all his life, and he didn't want to stay in one place after his death. He specifically asked me to scatter his ashes into the rivers. Therefore, he has no monument or tomb, and he is still in the four seas."
Speaking of his grandfather, Yan Shouyi also missed him a lot. After all, he had followed his grandfather all over the world since he was a child.
How can words describe the feelings in this?
It is precisely because of the deep feelings that Yan Shouyi will smile every time he mentions his grandfather, even if he has passed away.
"Your grandpa is really a great man." The old man sighed again.
He paused and said: "Young man, I wonder what your name is? Are you settling down in Rongcheng now? If possible, I would like to invite you to visit me in my humble abode, as a way to repay your grandfather's kindness to me."
"My name is Yan Shouyi, and I will stay with you till the end of my life. You can just call me Xiao Yan, old man," Yan Shouyi said. "As for repaying your kindness, my grandfather has done things all his life without asking for anything in return, so there is no need to mention the matter of repaying his kindness. I
I would be very happy to be a guest at your home, old man, and have a meal!"
"Hahaha, that's great!" The old man immediately took out a note from his chest pocket and wrote his home address on it.
"Three days later, when the sun sets, I'll be waiting for you at home!"
Yan Shou took the note and took a look at it. He didn't know where it was. He only knew it was in Rong City, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.
The old man didn't ask Yan Shou for his contact information. He must have believed in the fate between the two. If they were destined to meet again, there would be no need for contact information. If they were not destined to meet again, it would be useless to leave their contact information.
Soon, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng got off the bus at the bus stop, and the old man sat on the bus and left.
After getting out of the car, Long Feicheng muttered: "Brother Yan, is this the way you cultural people communicate? I feel like I can't even get a word in!"
Being unable to get anything to say made the chatty Long Feicheng feel very heartbroken...
Yan Shouyi consoled him: "It's just a small episode, it's more important to ask Lao Jin to get the medicine."
Long Feicheng thought it was reasonable: "That's right. If the old man still rides the bus at an old age, he must not be doing very well..."