Panguan

After all, the East China Sea is so big, how many years can he live. Unexpectedly, today, he would have a real experience...

After all the changes in the world, old friends will never be seen again.

When I heard about it, I was watching from the side. The teacher was obviously still young, but suddenly he looked old in the rain.

I'm the only one left. Mr. Li turned around and said to them, then slowly turned his eyes and looked around.

He wandered back and forth in a completely unfamiliar place, sighed and said hoarsely: Forget it...

Forget it.

Anyway, he's finally home.

Mr. Li took stock by the river, bowed towards a certain place and made a scholar's bow. When he finished, he whispered something.

I didn't hear it clearly when I heard it, but it was probably... I hope I will be lucky in the next life.

When he got up again, Mr. Li's eyes were already red.

Have you seen that tree? Xie Wen suddenly patted his shoulder and pointed his finger in black gloves towards the place where he bowed.

I saw it. Mr. Li said hoarsely. I haven't seen it before, but it looks like it must have grown for many years. What happened to that tree?

Xie Wen said: Someone should have stayed.

Without him having to say a second word, Mr. Li fixedly looked at that place.

It was a tree with curved branches, standing gently in the rain, like a woman leaning against the door.

Maybe it's a psychological effect... It happens to be standing where the house used to be, and it happens to have the shadow of the person in the house.

By the time Mr. Li reacted, he was already in tears.

This world is sometimes very magical. Even the smallest trace can help wandering people find a place to return.

He cried, but became happy again.

It seemed that until this moment, he had truly returned home.

He buried the copper box containing the letter under the tree, then bowed deeply to Wen Shi and Xie Wen and said, I can go.

With that said, he closed his eyes willingly.

He could feel himself slowly dissipating into the smoky rain. In the last lesson before he disappeared, he heard Wen Shi ask: If you could leave something behind, what would you want to become?

Mr. Li didn't even think about it: Go ahead.

When he saw and heard it, he nodded and said, Okay.

There was no trace of the teacher again. Not long after, Wen Shi used his remaining wisp of dust to twist out a flying bird.

It was no different from a bird flying low over the fields, except that it did not stop at any eaves, but flew straight into the crooked tree.

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I wish you will be lucky enough to meet in the next life.

Chapter 59 True Appearance

Although I bought a new mobile phone, I learned to use it very quickly. Besides making calls and sending messages, the first thing I learned was to use maps.

He sat in the back seat, checked three locations in the app, and found that Taohuajian, where Xie Wen was working, happened to be sandwiched between Xiaoli Village and Banpu.

He thought that Lao Mao would stop at Peach Blossom Stream as a matter of course, but when the car slowed down, he looked up and saw the road sign for Banpu.

Eh? Uncle Mao, have you... passed by? Xia Qiao asked.

Obviously, Wen Shi was not the only one staring at the map. He just didn't say anything when he heard it, and Xiaoqiao was only 250 years old.

Lao Mao seemed to have a hair stuck in his throat. He cleared it several times and said vaguely: No, where have you passed by? Didn't you just enter Banpu?

Xiaoqiao said in confusion: Where is Peach Blossom Stream? Boss Xie has to do something, isn't he?

It's a stupid thing to do, just fool a fool.

Lao Mao said in his heart.

Then Xie Wen glanced at him.

Unfortunately, as a puppet with a very deep connection, even if he talks in his heart, it is very likely that Xie Wen will hear it. So Lao Mao sat upright and suddenly became very interested in the road ahead, staring at it very intently.

No one spoke for a while in the car, and Xia Qiao once again felt the subtlety of the atmosphere. He suddenly regretted asking that question, although he didn't know why

Xie Wen glanced at him through the rearview mirror and looked at Wen Shi through the mirror for a moment before breaking the silence: It's the same as coming here first. I'm not in a hurry.

This is really ridiculous if you think about it carefully, because Wen Shi was not in a hurry at this moment. He just wondered why there were fragments of his spirit in the cages of the Shen family, so he came to take a look.

In fact, even without looking, he still had a vague premonition...

Oh oh oh. Xia Qiao got the answer, not wanting to go into details at all, and quickly rolled down the steps. As a result, halfway through the scroll, my attention was distracted by another thing.

Uncle Mao... Xia Qiao leaned over and grabbed the driver's seat, calling out shakily.

What are you doing? Lao Mao was still looking at the road very attentively, not looking at the boss anyway.

You drive...without adjusting the rearview mirror? Xia Qiao pointed to the mirror that could see Xie Wen's eyes and said, Is it really okay to have the rearview mirror facing the co-pilot???

Oh, I forgot. Lao Mao seemed to have just remembered and reached out to flip the rearview mirror.

...

He was very calm, but half of Xia Qiao's soul was gone.

He lay down behind the seat, feeling that it was a miracle that the people in this car could survive to this day. But he soon discovered that no one in the car seemed to be afraid except him.