90,000 Years of Longevity

Quietly, it was almost April.

The sun rose from the east and was always moving, unconsciously, it had hung in the middle.

The air also became warmer and warmer along with the sun.

In the alley, people were still very scarce.

Only the branches of peach blossoms protruding from the courtyard were falling one after another in this warm climate.

The pink petals fell on the bluestone road, on the weeds.

As soon as the breeze blew, they continued to roll on the ground and finally piled up on the edge of the wall...

In his yard, Ye Bei still sat at the wooden table.

The smell of rice in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

However, as time went by, what Ye Bei saw was the opposite yard's rising smoke became lighter and lighter.

"Some people, just see them once is enough; some dishes, if you eat too much, they will lose their taste."

Ye Bei stood up and murmured softly in his mouth.

When he said this, his indifferent gaze seemed to penetrate the entire alley and drifted to another country. He slowly stepped forward and walked towards the brand-new yard's door.

Ye Bei's steps were very elegant.

As he moved, a magical scene was staged again.

First step…

Next to him, the wooden table woven with vines that were twisted together were separated at an incredible speed, and the years were like a sharp knife, constantly depicted on it.

In less than a second, the wooden table was completely changed back to what it was before.

The withered vines were twisted and full of rotten wormholes.

An ant crawled out lazily from inside, poked its head, and carefully observed the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no danger, it was relieved as it started its journey of searching for food.

Second step…

The two wooden chairs that people had just been sitting on gradually lost their luster, and they were covered with dust. They were placed in this yard as if to let them become powder with a slight touch of a finger only instead.

Third step…

Ye Bei gently stepped on the bluestone slab in the courtyard.

The originally clean and tidy ground seemed to be stimulated by some power, and weeds grew wildly.

Ye Bei's pace was very slow.

The breeze was still blowing normally.

The long black hair also fluttered gently in the wind.

Creak...

Ye Bei stretched out his hand and closed the door of Yard No. 99.

With the sound of creaking, the entire Yard No. 99 had undergone earth-shaking changes again. 

Even compared to when Ye Bei first came here, it looked more different and more ancient. Even the brass lock at the door was rusty and returned to its place as if no one had ever touched it.

Creak...

Ye Bei stretched out his hand and pushed the door that had just been closed again.

However…

When Ye Bei opened the door again, the scenery in front had all changed as if he had entered another world.

...

"When people are old, they always like to leave things alone! I bought meat but lacked salt. I don't know if it suits the taste of that young man." In Yard No. 98, the old woman was already cooking the last dish.

Sweat stained constantly on her forehead as she wiped it with a towel from time to time.

Zi, zi, zi...

There were several pieces of meat in the pot, and as the temperature of the flame increased, some oil stains continued to jump out of it.

Those oil stains were very hot.

It fell on the woman's fingers and arm.

However, the woman didn't seem to feel it, and her movements became even smoother.

"Finally done."

When the meat was slightly yellowed in the pot, the woman put out the firewood, then found a plate that had been washed several times, and carefully filled the meat in.

There was a mellow fragrance in the kitchen.

The woman picked up a pair of chopsticks.

But just when she reached one of the pieces of meat, she hurried back.

"I still can't taste it. I don't know if this dish is enough for him." She muttered to herself with a soft smile in her eyes.

After saying this, the woman took off her apron. Then she squatted down and carefully cleaned the oil stains on her hands.

After doing this, she walked to a bronze mirror and carefully arranged her bun with her hands.

After finishing these, she took the prepared dishes and put them on the small wooden table in the lobby one by one.

She nodded in satisfaction. Her old eyes with a bit of expectation, and she staggered towards the yard's gate.

Creak…

She reached out and slid the door as the old wooden door made a heavy sound.

"Young man, the meal is ready. Have this meal before you leave, okay? I have also prepared some wine for you."

The woman shouted when the door opened.

Her voice was not loud but it exhausted all the power of her whole body.

Her voice reverberated continuously throughout the alley.

Before long, her body was stunned...

In her turbid sight, the brass lock on the top was also rusty, it didn't seem like someone had returned here before.

"This…"

The old woman's hand quickly wiped her body, then she hurriedly flipped in her pocket and found a brand new copper key.

She was in a hurry.

As she walked down the threshold, he staggered and fell to the ground.

Her body was covered with dust.

But she stood up again quickly and patted the dust clean. Then she unlocked the rusty lock.

Click!

A crisp sound appeared in this quiet alley.

The brass lock exuded a decadent smell...

She placed her hand on the ancient wooden door and paused for more than ten seconds before pushing it away.

The woman stood in front of the door, looking at the scenery inside, unknowingly, turbid liquid overflowed from the corner of her eyes.

In the yard, the two big trees that had just grown out had withered, leaving only the shriveled stems.

On the ground, weeds were overgrown.

The window paper of the house inside was shattered.

The peach tree was missing.

The wooden chairs were still there, but the wooden table had become rotten vines.

The woman trembled terribly. She raised her hand and wiped the water stains from the corners of her eyes with the dust-stained sleeves.

Her expression was a little sluggish.

Standing there, she was silent for dozens of minutes before speaking, "What is the name of that young man again? Look at my memory, how can I forget it again! Forget it, it's been 80 years, so I shouldn't care about these last few days."