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"Old man, can you have another bowl of porridge?" Zeng Yi asked, holding a large bowl and looking at the old man sitting opposite him.
"Eat! You're welcome, I cooked a big pot! I can't finish it by myself." The old man smiled kindly at Zeng Yi and stood up to pick up Zeng Yi's bowl.
"Here, let me help you."
"Hey, no, no, no, I can do it myself. How can I ask your old man to serve me porridge with a boy?" Seeing the old man like this, Zeng Yi quickly waved his hand, stood up quickly, and walked to the pot to serve himself.
Seeing Zeng Yi like this, the old man said with a smile: "What's the trouble? If you hadn't saved my old bones, I would have died a long time ago."
"Haha, it's just a little effort." Zeng Yi said with a smile, walked back to his seat and sat down.
The old man was so tired from working that he was in the field. He happened to be seen by Zeng Yi who was passing by. He rescued the old man who suffered from heatstroke and sent him home.
The old man's home is in a nearby village, and Zeng Yi is now a guest in this old man's home.
"Old man, how about I help you serve some?"
"No, no, no, I can't eat much." Seeing Zeng Yi reaching out for his bowl, the old man shook his head and refused.
Seeing the old man's persistence, Zeng Yi had no choice but to give up.
"Old man, your pickles are really delicious. Did you make them yourself?" Zeng Yi took a bite of pickles and drank a mouthful of white porridge. The taste was really enjoyable and nostalgic.
Hearing what Zeng Yi said, the old man smiled happily, and his wrinkles turned into a line, "I pickled this myself. If my benefactor likes it, take some with you when you leave."
"Old man, just call me Xiao Yi. It sounds awkward to be a benefactor." Zeng Yi said with a smile, "You actually said that, so I won't be polite."
Seeing Zeng Yi eating, the old man couldn't help but feel dazed. All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he sighed.
"It's been a long time since I've seen this scene..."
After hearing this sad voice, Zeng Yi couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the old man's desolate figure, feeling a little pitiful.
"Old man, do you live alone?" Zeng Yi asked.
"Yes, I am alone now. My wife left last year." The old man sighed, picked up his chimney and took a puff, exhaling sad white smoke.
"I'm sorry to remind you of something sad." Zeng Yi felt a little embarrassed when the old man said this.
"It's okay, I've looked away a long time ago. At this age, life and death have become indifferent. It's just the difference between leaving early and leaving late." The old man said with a smile.
"But the good thing is that she leaves first. My wife is the most timid. If I leave and leave her alone, how will she live?" As he said this, the old man's eyes flashed with longing, and he laughed.
Hearing this, Zeng Yi couldn't help but fall silent, and his mood became heavy.
"Uncle, do you have no children?" Zeng Yi then asked doubtfully.
The old man replied with some melancholy, "The eldest son went to join the army and has not come back yet. The second son has been in the city."
The old man knew very well that his eldest son had not come back for many years and had probably stayed on the battlefield forever. But his second son was really a sinner!
"Then your son won't take you to the city, so he will leave you alone in the countryside?" Zeng Yi also knew in his heart that the old man's eldest son might be dead, so he avoided the question.
"I'm not used to living in the city, but I still like to live in the countryside. After all, my roots are here." The old man said quietly.
But Zeng Yi discovered that something was wrong with the old man's expression when he said these words.
This made Zeng Yi think of something in an instant, and anger arose in his heart. As an old man, who doesn't want to be surrounded by relatives when he grows old? But this old man obviously has a son, but he lives alone in the countryside. It is impossible to say that he is not lonely.
But his son didn't want to support his old husband. He left him to live alone in the country while he enjoyed happiness in the city. It was really a waste of time for him to be a son of man.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this, it will spoil the atmosphere." The old man said with a smile when he saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. "Where is the benefactor from? Judging from the appearance of the benefactor, he should be a soul master, right?"
"Well, I am from the Principality of Mixiu, and I am indeed a soul master." Zeng Yi scratched the back of his head and said.
"Sure enough, judging by the temperament of my benefactor, he must be extraordinary. He became a soul master at a young age. He is very promising at a young age!" The old man stroked his white beard and admired.
This made Zeng Yi a little embarrassed. Ordinary people like this old man, who have never seen much of the world, think that as long as they become a soul master, they will be glorious for the rest of their lives. As everyone knows, before you become a soul master and have strong strength, you are also a low-level figure in the world of soul masters. It can be said that the world is more cruel than that of ordinary people.
"By the way, old man. Is this the Heaven and Earth Realm or the Xingluo Earth Realm?" Zeng Yi thought of this question and asked.
The Star Dou Forest covers an area that connects the two empires of Tiandou and Xingluo. Although Zeng Yi entered the Star Dou Forest from the territory of Tiandou, he did not know whether it was Tiandou or Xingluo when he came out.
"This is within the Tiandou Empire." The old man replied.
"Within the Tiandou Empire?" Zeng Yi couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that he would enter the Tiandou Empire from the Balak Kingdom. This was just right. It would be convenient to go to the Tiandou Imperial City.
"Old man, what's the name of the nearest city to here?"
The old man said: "The nearest city is called Tianshui City, and my son happens to live there."
Tianshui City? What a strange name.
After hearing what the old man said, Zeng Yi secretly decided that his next stop would be Tianshui City.
After that, the sky had darkened, and Zeng Yi did not plan to take advantage of the night to rush on the road, but stayed overnight at the old man's place.
Early the next morning, Zeng Yi said goodbye to the old man and prepared to go to Tianshui City.
In front of the wooden house, the old man took out two jars of porcelain jars and handed them to Zeng Yi. He asked, "My benefactor, please go to Fulan Restaurant when you arrive in Tianshui City. My son is there. Please give me a jar of pickles." That's fine with him. Tell him that I'm living a fine life in the country and don't have to worry."
Holding two jars, the two jars only weighed more than ten kilograms. Zeng Yi, who could hold a thousand kilograms without any pressure, felt that the palms of his hands were extremely heavy. This was the weight of his father.
Even if the old man's son is unfilial, the old man still thinks about his son in his heart.
"Don't worry, I will definitely hand it over to him." Zeng Yi promised with a smile, having already decided in his heart that he must educate his unfilial son for the old man.
"Then I'll take my leave, old man, take care." Zeng Yi said, and in the old man's surprised eyes, he put away the two jars and turned around to leave.
"By the way, my benefactor, on the way to Tianshui City, I heard that there were bandits. You should be more careful!" Looking at Zeng Yi's leaving figure, the old man remembered this and quickly shouted a reminder to Zeng Yi.
"Thank you for reminding me. If I meet those gangsters, I will deal with them as well, hahaha." Hearing this, Zeng Yi laughed and left quickly.
Hearing the laughter, the old man couldn't help but be stunned, watching Zeng Yi's figure getting smaller and smaller until he disappeared.
"I hope it's okay..."
The old man murmured, walked into the house, and closed the door.
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