I thought about it for a long time and finally got the answer: "Probably, I will become an ordinary person."
Zhang Zhenhai lowered his head and smiled: "It's good to be an ordinary person, with ordinary food and ordinary housing."
He pointed his hand to his chest: "This can also become very ordinary."
I also sighed and said, "Yeah, it's better than hanging your head on your belt."
"The mountains are high and the road is far." He handed his hand in front of me: "Goodbye in the world."
I held his hand firmly and said, "Goodbye Jianghu."
After the banquet dispersed, I took Ji Canghai and Xiaomei to the teahouse, and completely parted ways with Zhang Zhenhai.
Xiaomei leaned next to me and asked puzzledly: "That big brother named Zhang Zhenhai looks good, why don't you win over him?"
I can only smile about this.
A glass of wine in the world, love and hate go with the wind.
We are not the same person, we were brought together by fate just because of something.
Now that things are over, parting ways is the best ending.
Ji Canghai ran to me excitedly and whispered: "You can come back now, right?"
"I understand. You left completely out of necessity. You didn't want to implicate us..."
He talked a lot excitedly, and I made a lot of determination before I spoke.
"I'm not going back."
Ji Canghai suddenly stopped talking, and when he raised his head again, his face was filled with shock.
"The matter is over, why don't you go back?"
"Let's go first and talk about it at the teahouse."
teahouse.
Uncle Ya was still sitting at the door of the teahouse, and the bustling crowd passed by him, but he was like a weathered old tree root, silent and silent.
From a distance, he seems not to belong to this prosperous world.
Only then did I realize that my steps were getting heavier.
We should be happy to meet each other, but I know that this meeting is more than just a joy.
Ji Canghai seemed to have noticed something, so he ran over in a few strides and whispered something into Uncle Ya's ear.
After a while, Uncle Ya suddenly turned his head and looked at me.
I don't know why, I was shaking all over.
After hesitating for a while, I started to quicken my pace, and Uncle Ya also got up and walked into the house.
The moment we entered, Ji Canghai closed the door directly.
My knees softened and I knelt down directly: "Master, I'm back."
"Um."
Uncle Ya's answer was calm, even cold, and not as surprising as I thought.
I couldn't help but look at Ji Canghai, and he continued with a tacit understanding.
"Uncle, we all misunderstood him before. He didn't leave without saying goodbye!"
Ji Canghai took the opportunity to tell everything about ***, but Uncle Ya still had no reaction.
It wasn't until Ji Canghai finished speaking that he said, "I understand."
These three words were all the answers he gave.
Ji Canghai and I looked at each other, and his expression was even more confused than mine.
"Uncle, I..."
Uncle Ya suddenly interrupted: "I already said I knew it, do you want me to repeat it?"
"you can go now."
There was still a chance just now, but now Uncle Ya's eviction order was directly photographed.
I stood up immediately and said hastily: "Master, even if I am not a hero, I can at least do something to benefit the people, right?"
"Why do you open your mouth and chase people away?"
"What did you call me just now?"
"Master."
"You don't have to scream anymore, you're sorry."
This is not to expel me, but to completely sever ties with me.
"You have to give me a reason!"
"No."
Uncle Ya nodded towards Ji Canghai: "See you off."
have to! Now, I'm a guest.
Ji Canghai winked at me, and I understood and followed him out the door first.
As soon as I left the house, I couldn't help but asked, "Which song is this old man singing?"
"Hey, don't mention it."
Ji Canghai turned around and closed the door: "Since you left, the old man's temper has been very strange."
"I have stopped eating all my favorite dishes before!"
After a pause, he asked me again: "Do you remember that there used to be a pile of books on his desk."
"remember."
He raised his hand and said helplessly, "It's all burned."
"Who did it?"
"Himself!"
If the teahouse is his lifeblood, then the stack of books is the apex of his heart.
When I was here before, even if I had to read it first, I had to tell him in advance, otherwise it would be a scolding.
It's better now that he burned these books himself.
It seems that this old man's temperament has completely changed.
