Jiang Longchi finally sat at the dinner table. Breakfast in the village is really just rice, because we have to work in the morning, physical labor, and porridge and noodles are not enough.
In addition to rice, boiled eggs are also available. Then put the pickles with the rice, a plate of steamed pork with distiller's grains, and a bowl of salted duck eggs cooked with the rice.
The taste feels vaguely familiar, and the dialect is understandable. Jiang Longchi knew that he had probably arrived at the place after searching hard all the way. Although he was not familiar with the store in front of him.
This small shop opened by the Han family on the roadside would probably have been called a footwear shop in ancient times. It was opened specifically for passing drivers and passengers. Because the business was pretty good, the store hired two or three people to help, and they were all fellow villagers who knew Master Longchi.
The master is back. A group of people at the dinner table talked enthusiastically and excitedly about many things and old stories.
"The temple has been demolished. Less than a year after you left, Master, the temple seemed to have collapsed due to a heavy rain, and it has not been repaired since."
"Master, where have you been all these years? Speaking of which, when you left, you disappeared without a word. We are all still feeling a little uncomfortable, and we are also worried about you."
"Speaking of which, Master, you have been forgetful before. I even found your beautiful little ax for you."
"Grandmaster……"
Putting down his chopsticks, Jiang Longchi waved his hands and said slowly: "I'm sorry, I am always forgetful. There are many things that I no longer remember."
Generally speaking, from the descriptions of the villagers, Jiang Longchi knew that during the years he was here, he was not accompanied by any relatives, nor the grandson he thought existed.
Everything is just because he has given himself too many inner hints recently, and gradually imagined the story derived from it.
"But I vaguely remember that I often took a child to play in the temple...a very young child."
Jiang Longchi gestured with the table legs. Little one.
"Isn't that my Qingzi?" Zhang Jiexia smiled awkwardly and said, "At that time, when the farming season was busy, our whole family had to work in the fields, so I always left Qingzi with you, and he was willing to play with you."
"Who told you to have a good relationship with Grandpa Qingzi? You always trick our family into drinking."
"Yeah, it's a pity that my dad has left." Han Youshan sighed and said, "Otherwise, he would be happy to see you again. He would go up the mountain to catch a snake and come back to stew it, and have a few more drinks with you..."
As the narrative blurred and flashed back, the picture suddenly cut off. Jiang Longchi's mind buzzed, "Qingzi?!"
This name seemed familiar to him recently.
"Yes, Qingzi, Han Qingyu, my son's name was chosen by you, Master. We were in trouble that year..."
The master is indeed old. Zhang Jiexia patiently narrated and helped him remember.
"Then does he have a scar on his face?" Jiang Longchi suddenly interrupted and asked.
"No, it's not on the face, it's here." Zhang Jiexia pointed to the hairline higher up and said thankfully: "Fortunately, it's hidden in the hair, otherwise my young son would not look good and he would not be able to find a wife. .”
"Oh, that's right." Something was already on the verge of being remembered, but suddenly it didn't fit. Jiang Longchi responded casually while thinking hard.
"Yes, speaking of which, the scar was caused by you, Master. You took him on a big horse and hit the door." Han Youshan said and laughed, not surprised.
It's normal for farm children to bump into each other, not to mention that their son's health was always in bad shape in those years. If Master Longchi hadn't put a lot of effort into helping him and even using qigong to raise him, he might have died.
"Where is he? Can you call him out and let me see him?" Jiang Longchi suddenly asked again.
Across the table, Han Youshan and Zhang Jiexia's eyes lit up. This is now their favorite question to answer. Unfortunately, people in the village have been asking it for more than a year and have stopped asking it recently.
The couple smiled and said proudly:
"My young son has gone to join the army!" Loudly.
"Special forces. The leader won't let me talk." He whispered.
"You even received an award for meritorious service!" shouted loudly.
"..."
It was like an accidental burst of inspiration. In my mind, the young man wearing a blue military uniform and carrying a pair of swords and the child playing in the temple and peeing his pants finally overlapped at this moment. All the clues suddenly became clear in an instant, and recent memories returned. ...Jiang Longchi: "Damn it, I threw him at sea."
Han Youshan: "What? Master, what did you say? Who did you leave behind in Shanghai?"
Zhang Jiexia: "It's the sea. Master, how could you leave people in the sea... the sea!"
Yes, Hai. Jiang Longchi raised his head and looked at the couple. At this moment, with a rare clear memory and clear consciousness, Jiang Longchi hesitated for a moment.
"Can I say that your son actually went to Azure to Cut Big Point? He now has a big scar on his face, is being hunted, and is going to a very cruel place. And then, he was forgotten at sea by me? "
Obviously not.
"Oh, then I have to go to Injustice City quickly."
While the old man was thinking here, on the other side, Han Youshan and his wife had walked away and muttered a few words, then returned to the table.
We are old, and have become even more forgetful and confused, and we are all alone, without any relatives or place to go. He may have come back to find the old temple and wanted to stay there, but the temple has been demolished.
"Master, we just had a discussion and wanted to let you stay. Do you think?" Han Youshan turned to gesture to his shop and said, "We can make some money now. It's just this shop. You can stay." Come down, if you have nothing to do, sit in the house, walk around outside, and help look at the store. I won’t talk about a good life. I’ll feed you and clothe you, but I can still take care of it.”
"Yes, Master, you and my father-in-law, as well as our Qingzi's fate and love, we can never let you run around outside alone again. What if you run to that kidney again? It's so scary on the sea. ." Zhang Jiexia also said.
His thoughts were interrupted, and Jiang Longchi raised his head suddenly, "This means that they want to keep me here and take care of me as their own old man until I grow old..."
"Thank you." The old man murmured.
"Oh, thank you. Master, we can rest assured if you agree. In this way, I will go find you two pieces of Qingzi's father's clothes to put on first, and then prepare a sleeping room for you." Zhang Jiexia said quickly. Go get busy.
Han Youshan sat down again and said, "From now on, I'll take my dad's place and we can have a drink together. Ha. By the way, master, if you still want to wear a monk's robe, I'll go to the city to buy cloth and find someone to make it for you..."
Suddenly reluctant to let go of this feeling, Jiang Longchi thought for a while and decided to stay for one day before leaving. Then ask Wei Lan to send a plane directly to Injustice City to take care of the child for them.
"Do you have a pen and paper? Let me use it." Jiang Longchi said suddenly.
"Yes." Han Youshan went to get the accounting pen and notebook.
Jiang Longchi didn't let him read when he was writing.
[Remember to go to the Injustice City quickly and take good care of a child named Han Qingyu. You have no relatives anymore, Jiang Longchi, he is the relative in your memory. You are staying at his house now, and his parents want to take care of you until you grow old...]
After writing, Jiang Longchi tore off the pages, folded them carefully, and put them into his bag. His bag was nailed to his clothes with thread.
…………
the next day.
The excitement in the small village due to Master Longchi's return gradually subsided, and everything went as usual in the small roadside shop opened by the Han family.
But there was an old man in the shop, an old monk wearing brand new robes.
The old monk is not idle. He tells the fortunes of passing drivers and passengers, picks dates, names, etc., and charges ranging from 50 cents to 1 yuan at a time.
Or if you are willing to give me some fruits or two hairtail fish brought to me for sale, that's fine too.
The old monk remembered that he was General Jiang Longchi of Azure, who was the best in the world and had super combat power. There was an old man named Chen Buxu who was the only commander of the legion that Azure witnessed...
He is here to guard the original source energy fluctuation.
Days are the days he likes. Occasionally, he would feel like he had something to do urgently, but he couldn't think of anything specific.
