Cultivation of Immortality

The furnishings in the house are still the same, but because people come in every day to light the lamps, the smell of mold is not severe.

Zhui'er's eyes glanced around and then stopped at the tables in the inner room. The room was very clean inside and outside. Only this table was dusty, but the lamp placed on it was It was very clean, and there were traces of scratches on the dust on the edge. Obviously, this was the lamp that the old janitor lit every day.

There was a bright red envelope beside the lamp. There was a figure drawn on the envelope that looked familiar to Zhui'er. Because there was only a thin layer of dust, the figure could be seen clearly. Zhui'er recognized it after a moment's thought. The painting was exactly the silver pendant he wore when he was a child. Without opening the envelope, the pendant could see the words written on the letter inside. Moved back to the village

Zhui'er recognized that this was written by mother in her own hand. It was a letter she left for him. In fact, if he hadn't been so flustered just now, he would have easily noticed the eye-catching red envelope. Why did mother let people light candles at night? I'm afraid he won't see this envelope when he comes back at night.

Zhui'er stood silently looking at the envelope for a while before flying towards the small fishing village dozens of miles away.

Zhui'er has not been to this small fishing village for many years. Nowadays, the small fishing village has changed a lot. The dilapidated houses in his memory are no longer visible. Most of them have been renovated into spacious and bright houses. Only his house is still the same. But it can be seen that it has been carefully repaired, because his family used to be a wealthy family in the village, and the house was well built. Compared with the newly built houses around it, it still looks the most affluent at this time.

At home, the fairy's daughter-in-law was busy with her two little maids, while the mother was sitting alone on a straw mat under the shade of a tree by the river, looking at a group of children playing in the water not far away with a peaceful expression. There was her. eldest grandson.

Zhui'er remained hidden and sat on a piece of bluestone not far from his mother, looking at his mother quietly. This piece of bluestone was exactly the one he sat on in a daze when he was a child. There were some signs of damage on the stone. , the moss below is also thicker.

It has been more than ten years, and my mother is already seventy years old. Although she looks much younger and her skin is still moist, the wrinkles on her face are getting more and more, and her energy is gone.

She was so full before, she looked like a real wealthy old lady.

I don't know if there was any reaction, Qing'er withdrew her gaze from afar and looked at the bluestone, with soft and loving eyes. Is she thinking back to the scene when her sensible son was sitting here?

"Grandma! Grandma! Look!" A fat boy in his teens ran over with water dripping from his body and presented two cleanly washed colorful shells to grandma as if they were treasures.

"Okay, grandma will keep it for you. Go wash off the mud on your body and rest for a while." Qing'er took the shell and pointed at the piece of bluestone.

"I still have to catch fish." The little fat man said and ran back in a hurry.

Qing'er looked at her eldest grandson's back with loving eyes and complained to herself, "Just like your father when he was a child, he went crazy when he started playing. Being even a little bit like your uncle can save people a lot of worry." ." After saying that, she looked at the bluestone again.

The corner of Zhui'er's mouth curved into a smile, and she said with a gentle thought, "That's not what you said at the beginning, because you have to worry more about me not playing with my friends than you do now."

"Falling..." Qing'er covered her mouth in time, stared at the bluestone with wide eyes, and slowly stood up.

"Mom, please sit down. My child is here to talk to you." Zhui'er walked over and helped her sit back on the straw mat, sitting next to her invisibly.

Although she couldn't see her son, she could actually touch her son. Qing'er held her son's hand tightly, tears flashing uncontrollably in her eyes.

"Mom, please calm down, it won't be good if others see you." Zhui'er gently wiped away the tears that were flowing down for her mother.

"You're still back again." Qing'er's lips trembled and she spoke in a low voice.

Yin said.

"It's been more than ten years. It's time for me to come back and see you, and by the way, bring back the longevity fruits for Xian'er and my nephew." Zhui'er said and put the two fruits given by Shen Qing into her mother's hands.

Qing'er took a quick look and quickly put it in her sleeves. This was the treasure she had been waiting for, and now she could feel at ease.

"How have you been these past few years?" Qing'er asked in a low voice as she secretly glanced at her son.

"Mom, it's okay if you speak louder. My child is paying attention to the surroundings. I'll let you know if anyone comes over."

"Okay, okay." Qing'er immediately reached out to touch his face after hearing what he said.

Zhui'er showed up and let her mother see her appearance.

Zhui'er looked at her son whom she had not seen for more than ten years, and said happily, "It seems that your appearance has not changed at all, but by the look in your eyes, I can tell that you have grown up again."

The gazes of those playing children were hard to guard against, so Zhui'er quickly disappeared again and asked softly, "Where's dad? I know Xian'er went out, dad won't follow him again, right?"

Qing'er said with a dissatisfied look, "That old guy has already wandered away. He has no time to live. Although he has stopped running far away, he is wandering around here again. He shouldn't have let him go last time." You heal his leg."

Zhui'er burst into laughter and asked curiously, "Is he still doing business?"

"Well, your father is now the most stylish businessman in our area. He leads a few guys and pulls several carts of goods. He sells whatever he can, and gives half to the old and poor when he sees them. Give it away, or give it away with a wave of your hand, and he will be very happy."

Zhui'er almost laughed out loud, "Isn't this great? Helping the poor is the right way."

Qing'er hummed, "It is of course good to help the poor. Our family has been doing it for these years, but there is no need for your father to go around in person. He just enjoys being praised. ”

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br\u003e Zhui'er put in a good word for her father and said, "You don't want to repay kindness. If you just want to enjoy it, the child feels that he shouldn't be scolded. Just don't work too hard."

Qing'er mocked, "Humph, he's willing to be a little tired. He looks beautiful every time he comes back."

Zhui'er chuckled, gently patted her mother's back and said, "Have you ever had this waist problem again?"

"No, your gods' methods are brilliant." Qing'er said with great approval.

At this time, Zhui'er noticed a puppy that was similar to the little futon but smaller in size and ran out of the grass in the distance, so he asked, "Where is the little futon? I didn't see it in the yard."

Qing'er showed an apologetic look and said, "It ran away. Not long after we moved back, it ran away. Then more than a year later, it suddenly came back in the middle of the night with a half-dead puppy in its mouth." , your father and I knew that it was here to beg us to help it save the puppy, so we looked for someone to help it overnight. After a few days, the puppy regained some energy, and the little futon quietly left again. Your brother wanted to take someone to retrieve it, but I thought this little thing was spiritual and it was better to just let it go, so I didn’t let your brother look for it. "

At this point, the puppy that ran out of the grass had already arrived at the grass mat. It whimpered at Qing'er a few times and then curled up next to Qing'er's legs and closed its eyes quietly.

"It's this little thing." Qing'er stroked the puppy, which was not much bigger than a slap. "We call it a little hairball. It looks a bit like you when you were a child. It was always quiet."

Although Zhui'er missed the little futon very much, she felt that her mother was right and said, "You are right not to let me go to find the little futon. Let me live according to my own wishes. This is the best for him." Arrangement, it has been with us for so long, we should fulfill it, I think you like this little furball, and it will be the same if it stays with you. "

Qing'er said happily, "I know you will definitely think so, but I'm still afraid that you won't miss the little futon if you can't see it."