Lin Chuan was a little surprised. He arrived yesterday and didn't stop all the way. His pace was extremely fast.
The storyteller was supposed to leave the town after him, but at this moment he also arrived at Xiling Ferry.
"When did the old gentleman arrive in Xiling?" Lin Chuan stood up and saluted.
"Do you know me?"
The storyteller was slightly startled, his wrinkled eyes shining brightly.
"I had the honor to listen to Mr. Xi's review of Honglu in the teahouse a few days ago." Lin Chuan smiled respectfully and jumped into the boat.
The boat only swayed slightly, Lin Chuan did it intentionally, for fear of startling the storyteller.
The storyteller looked at Lin Chuan again, then stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Haha, I see, then we are destined. I just arrived this morning, and I rode a fast horse all the way, and my old bones are almost broken."
Lin Chuan took the pole from Mr. Storyteller's hand and murmured in his heart that this old guy was much more energetic than him, so how could he be tired?
The storyteller sat on the board of the boat and pointed in the direction.
"Old sir, sit still." Lin Chuan exerted force on his hands and the boat moved forward slowly.
"The master's sailing was steady and orderly. He is not inferior to the masters, but it is rare to see him." The storyteller looked at Lin Chuan approvingly.
Although Lin Chuan's black dress is not luxurious, it is still decent silk and satin. In addition, he is not wearing a curtain today, with a crown of green silk and dazzling gold hairpin, making him look like a handsome young man.
"I picked it up by chance when I was out on the lake in the past. The old man went on a boat alone, and he wasn't afraid of being missed by his relatives and friends?" Lin Chuan said humbly.
The storyteller gave a free and easy smile: "I was born without knowing where my relatives were. I lived by eating from hundreds of families and wandering around alone for decades. Harmony makes friends, and friends make me happy."
When Lin Chuan heard this, he immediately felt pity, but when he saw the storyteller's eyes there was no trace of sadness, only the pleasure of enjoying the mountains and rivers.
"The freedom and ease of the old gentleman cannot be matched by the younger generation."
"Young master's heart is as kind as water, and his blessings are profound."
The storyteller's eyes were so deep that Lin Chuan couldn't see a trace of ripples in his eyes. Instead, he felt as if he had been seen through everything.
Lin Chuan turned away, no longer looking at him, and suddenly thought of Monk Ruoshui, who had also talked about this and said that he had far-reaching blessings.
"How can water be divided into good and evil? Look at how many fish have been killed by this water reaching the sky." Lin Chuan said with a bitter smile.
The storyteller's eyes flashed when he heard this, but he seemed to be interested.
"Young master, I only look at a corner. Water is good for all things without fighting. It is hated by everyone. This water reaching the sky hurts fish, but it benefits countless people here. The four emperors have been harsh for a long time, and the people are worried about how to eat. How can they get fish to eat?
Fortunately."
After hearing this, Lin Chuan showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Fish are also living beings, how unfair it is to them."
"Good and evil are the feelings of the human heart, but they are not fixed in all things. Do you know how many mayflies will be killed with this stroke? Haha... Life is impermanent, no matter where you are, the difference between good and evil will also change. It is actually human nature."
Lin Chuan's hand movements froze, and he repeated the storyteller's words in his mind, seeming to have some realization in his eyes.
"This fish in the river has its own destiny. If it can't find its direction and seize the opportunity, it will end like this! Get up!"
As the storyteller spoke, he lifted up his net bag and a fat fish was carried into the boat.
The fat fish did not struggle in the boat, its cheeks were slightly flaring, but it was at the end of its strength.
"Okay, I got one to satisfy my hunger, let's go back!" The storyteller said and pointed to the shore.
Lin Chuan just woke up and bowed deeply to the storyteller, but the storyteller didn't take it seriously and just went about tying up the fat fish with a straw rope.
After seeing off the storyteller, Lin Chuan planned to return to the camp to make peace with Lin Xichun. Although he could not accept his uncle's approach, he did not have the right to change others.
Only his uncle has not become a heinous person, and Lin Chuan will not say anything else. Just as the storyteller said, life is impermanent, and no matter where you are, the distinction between good and evil will also change. This is actually human nature.
The smoke from the camp had gradually dissipated, and Lin Chuan saw a figure walking towards him from a distance.
He originally thought it was Murong Longyue, but when he took a closer look, he turned out to be Lin Xichun.
"Uncle!" Lin Chuan hurried forward to greet him.
"Why, you're not angry with uncle anymore?" Lin Xichun was puzzled when he saw Lin Chuan's face softened. This didn't mean that he understood Lin Chuan.
"Oh my god! I won't forgive my uncle for this matter, but I can't be estranged from him because of this!" Lin Chuan said without any hesitation, but his eyes were unwavering.
Lin Xichun came to look for Lin Chuan only after he came to his senses. He had not realized that his methods were unfair before. Perhaps he had been hanging out with those gangsters for a long time, and he had developed a subtle understanding of the difference between good and evil.
Variety.
Lin Xichun was a little speechless, and then said sternly to Lin Chuan Yi Zheng: "Well, this matter is inappropriate. It is my fault. I should change it!"
The two looked at each other and smiled. This smile narrowed the distance between them, but the gap in their hearts became a bit thicker.
Lin Xichun put his arm around Lin Chuan's shoulders: "Let's go and eat! The cooks in this camp are really good and they cook very well! My uncle even wants to take him back to Qianji City!"
"By the way, how did Ah Chuan know Mr. Lu?" Lin Xichun suddenly asked.
"Mr. Lu? Which Mr. Lu?" Lin Chuan asked doubtfully.
"Who else is Mr. Lu? Of course he is Mr. Lu Qi, the founder of Dongxuan College!" Seeing that Lin Chuan was still at a loss, he continued, "He is the person who was in the same boat with you just now."
Lin Chuan's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "He is actually Lu Qi!"
Lin Xichun's expression was a little strange: "I saw you chatting happily with him, and I thought you were quite familiar with each other..."
"I thought he was just a storyteller, but I didn't expect that he was the famous Mr. Lu Qilu. If I had known it was him, I would have asked him for more questions!" Lin Chuan was very excited, but then regretted it.
"Achuan, don't be upset. Mr. Lu Qi is the most important person. If you have fate, you are a friend. We will meet again in the future. I listened to Miss Murong in the camp telling you about your experience in Qianji City, but that girl only cared about eating and drinking.
, it’s too vague, please talk to your uncle again!”
Lin Chuan talked all the way, and when he mentioned Lei Fang, Lin Xichun's face was uncertain.
"My uncle was careless. I didn't expect that Xu Tingfeng would take action against you regardless of our past friendship, and I didn't expect that guy Tie Yong would really dare to make a mistake! It seems that these guys won't keep their peace if I don't reveal some of my cards."
Lin Xichun didn't mention Lei Fang at all. As for the trump card he mentioned, Lin Chuan was about to ask, but Lin Xichun laughed and said, "Come in and have something to eat. I don't know if that girl left any food for you. If it's gone, then...
Go find the cook and get some more food."
Just as Lin Chuan was about to enter the house, Lin Xichun took his arm and told him: "Your state is not stable. You have been staying with your uncle recently. Hu Duo will not be here for a while. He will come back to me in the afternoon."
Thousand Machines City.”
Lin Chuan wanted to say that he was going to the Demon Forest, but then he thought that he had to go back to Thousand Machine City anyway, so he might as well wait until he got to Thousand Machine City, so he nodded.