Alchemy Supreme In City

"It's really hard to be a good person in this world"

Yan Bing listens to Ye Tian's story, sighs and shakes her head.

Although she has been in the world of mortals these years, when she was on the mountain, she heard a lot about revenge and witnessed the fight between two members of the Tiangang sect for a panacea

"Everything in the past is in the past after all. Since you have come to the capital, and you have nothing to do today, why don't we go to the shop where the old man took you to have breakfast, and then we go to sweep the tomb of the old man and offer incense to him. I think he will be very happy if he sees you coming."

Xiao yue'er sighed a few times, then looked at Ye Tian and said.

"Good!"

Ye Tian nodded without thinking.

This time he came to Beijing, in addition to picking up Li Fangyuan and Han Shaofeng and communicating with them at Yanhua University, another thing he did was to visit his grandfather's grave for his parents, help him sweep his old man's grave, comfort the old man's spirit in heaven, and let him see what he looked like when he grew up.

Soon, a group of people will drive, according to Ye Tian's memory, around the capital, looking for the shop where grandfather took him to have breakfast.

After a few rounds, they finally found an old shop that had not been moved. It was the salted bean curd and fried dough sticks that my grandfather had brought him to eat.

After so many years, the face of the boss and the landlady, although see the vicissitudes, but not much change, even the old locust outside the shop, but also just a few twigs.

After sitting down with Yan Bing and Xiao yue'er, ye Tian ordered three bowls of salted bean curd.

With sesame oil, chili oil and mashed garlic, Yan Bing and Xiao yue'er taste delicious, but ye Tian's taste is not the one in his memory.

"Boss, has your family changed seasoning? How do you feel the taste has changed?"

Ye Tian couldn't help looking up and looking at the landlady, he asked with a smile.

"Young man, our family is an old shop that has been open for 30 years. Whether it's seasoning or water for making tofu brains, it's never changed." Landlady simple and honest smile, and then looked at Ye Tian, whispered: "I usually do not seem to have seen you ah."

When ye Tian heard this, he couldn't help laughing. He waved his hand to the landlady. After drinking the bean curd in one breath, he had some feelings in his heart.

The taste of salted bean curd has not changed. What has changed is that there is no old man in his memory.

After drinking the bean curd, the group drove to the cemetery and bought some incense, paper and foil, as well as some fruits and melons to offer sacrifices to the elderly.

"Grandfather, I've come to see you."

Ye Tian looks at the familiar face on the tombstone. After a deep bow, he wipes away the dust on the glass layer and smiles.

"Yang Liuqing, flying a kite; Yang Liuhuo, pulling a top; Yang Liuhuang, kicking shuttlecock..."

Looking at that smile, Qin Hao's ears can't help rippling with the voice of an old man's vicissitudes, and the voice of a child's tender but happy.

He still remembers that when he came to Beijing in the spring of his childhood, his grandfather would take him to fly kites. When he came to Beijing in the summer of his childhood, he would take him to make top and pull top. In autumn, when the willows were floating and the leaves were falling, he would take him and his aunt in the Hutong to kick shuttlecock

In those days, behind the old and the young, there would be a pair of young men and women like golden children standing there, smiling and watching the pictures of old and young playing.

However, the spring is easy to die, the world of mortals is easy to grow old, time has passed in a hurry, so many years have passed.

That scene, let Ye Tian's canthus, can't help but have crystal clear slowly drop on the ground.

If only time could go back to those spring, summer, autumn and winter.

After a long time, ye genius slowly regained his mind. When he was calm, he saw Yan Bing and Xiao yue'er busy cleaning up the weeds that were more than half human height around the tomb, wiping the thick layer of dust that had accumulated on the tombstone for a long time

This scene, let him move, in the heart also has a anger.

Judging from the situation of the tombs, it is obvious that no one has visited the tombs for a long time.

Especially when he looked at the censer in front of the tombstone, he could see that there was no trace of incense burning inside.

I'm afraid no one has visited my grandfather since my parents died.

"Ding Ling Ling..."

At this time, the mobile phone in Ye Tian's pocket suddenly rings. When he reaches out the mobile phone, he sees that it is a strange number in the capital. He thinks it is Qi Chunsheng's number, so he immediately connects it. But as soon as the phone is connected, he hears a voice that has been buried in memory for a long time: "Xiao Tian, I heard that you have come to the capital?"

This voice, is not his big uncle Mu Chen, which can be?

Just, he really didn't expect, Mu Chen would call himself, and also found his mobile phone number.

You know, since the death of my grandfather, their family and their two uncles have basically broken off contact.Only when his parents died, he called them once, but none of them came, just as he had completely forgotten that they had a sister.

When ye Tian investigates the truth of his parents' death, he would rather ask Xu Zhaoyun than call Mu Chen.

The reason is very simple, because he knows that even if he calls Mu Chen, I'm afraid the other party will only sneer three times and say a few sarcastic words.

As for now, the reason why Mu Chen called himself is probably extremely simple. It should be that he beat Li Fangyuan hard and made the Li family swallow their anger. They knew it. Therefore, his uncle, who had been out of touch in the past, suddenly remembered his nephew.

"Mu Chen?" After a little silence, the corner of Ye Tian's mouth raises a sneer and calls his name directly.

"Ha ha ha, it's me. I'm your uncle." Mu Chen hears the sound, didn't say ye Tian is impolite, on the contrary, he laughs happily, and then says: "I'll let your second uncle talk to you."

"Xiaotian, tell me about you. Why don't you call your uncles when you come to Beijing? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's have dinner and meet. Where are you? I'll pick you up As soon as the words fell, the voice of the second uncle Mu Mao came from the phone.

Such a warm voice, let Ye Tian heart speechless to the extreme, so many years, he has never seen two uncles such a warm look.

"I'm sweeping my grandfather's grave..."

Ye Tian lightly responded.

As soon as he came back, he went to sweep the old man's grave. We only went there at Qingming Festival this year. If you speak earlier, let's go again

Qingming just came here

Hearing the sound, ye Tian looks at Yan Bing and Xiao yue'er, who are busy. The smile on his face is even colder.

If it is the Tomb Sweeping Day, how can the tomb be desolate in such a short time? Moreover, how can there be no trace of ash in the candle stove.

"Yes, Xiaotian is the most filial. I still remember that when the old man was alive, he liked to fly kites and fish with Xiaotian. Unfortunately, he went early." At this time, over the phone, came the second Aunt Zhang Ying's false voice of emotion, followed by, she said: "Xiaotian, when you were a child, I still held you, do you remember?"

"Of course I do. How can I forget it?"

Ye Tian smiles coldly, and his eyes are even colder.

Zhang Ying did hold him, but it was a play for the old man to watch, and he pinched him and scolded him. The old man only knew how to be good to him, but not to his grandchildren. But in a year, not in the capital for a few days, her children are usually around the old people, and the old people like every child very much and never have any preference.

Moreover, after she pinched herself and cried, she scolded her mother and said how to raise a child. A good boy developed a crying ghost.

But now, these things have become her achievements.

Is it because she thinks that her memory is so poor that she forgets all these things in the past?