The days for ordinary people are so simple. As long as you have enough food and clothing every day, sleep well, and wear warm clothes, the day will pass by.
The real hollyhock started from when. Whenever he had free time, he would carry a stool and sit at the gate of the yard, without talking to others. He just looked at the distance with a little dementia, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Master, the old man has no longer recognized me recently."
Zhao Hu looked at the hollyhock at the gate of the courtyard, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes.
I don’t know when he started, but his size was taller than that of Zhao Blacksmith, and his body was as strong as a bear. Fang Chen taught him also absorbed 70% or 80% of the boxing skills.
If the two fought, Fang Chen was not sure that they could easily defeat Zhao Hu.
"Well, he's too old."
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
"Master, will people grow old?"
Zhao Hu frowned slightly: "From the future, my father and mother... will be like the old man, and I won't remember anything or even recognize me?"
"Yes, people will grow old. People's lives are short and long, but they can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death in the end."
Fang Chen smiled, "Why, do you still want to ask for immortality?"
"No...it's just that my disciples are a little reluctant."
Zhao Hu looked at Fang Chen's white temples, and thought that his father was obviously unable to do anything when he made a blacksmith this year, and his heart felt a little bitter.
Not long ago, due to a mistake, his father was injured in his left hand and the ironwork could not continue.
Fortunately, I have accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, and even if I don’t miss the Zhao family in the future, I can live easily.
“Master…”
"What's the matter?"
"Since a person's life is short, I want to go out and try it out. I have been staying in Ishikawa Prefecture, which is useless in martial arts."
Zhao Hu lowered his head and said.
"Okay, go, as long as your parents agree."
Fang Chen nodded with a smile.
"Master, I will come back when I make a name for myself."
Zhao Hu focused on the key points.
"Even if you don't make a name for yourself, you have to come back."
Fang Chen smiled.
Zhao Hu remembered this sentence and walked towards his own home.
Fang Chen walked to the side of the hollyhock real person, and only heard him murmuring in a low voice:
"Why can't I remember it... I seem to have a wife and children, but what is their name? Why can't I remember it..."
"The old man is getting stubborn again?"
A beautiful figure came over. Fang Yunmeng looked at the real hollyhock, with a smile on her face and said to Fang Chen:
"Ji Liang, I'm going to get married. You and the two brothers and sisters remember to come over to have a wedding banquet the day after tomorrow. We didn't plan to hold a big deal, so we invited some villagers."
"Okay, I'll inform them."
Fang Chen nodded with a smile.
Fang Yunmeng said a few more words to the real Honeymoon. Seeing that the other party ignored him, he had to sigh softly and turn and leave.
A few years ago, she no longer lived here, and Bu Qingchen and his sister had moved out long ago. Now, only Fang Chen and Holly Honey are still living in this yard.
"This year...it's probably the fifth year."
Fang Chen whispered softly.
At that time the next year, Fang Yunmeng forgot his identity, and Bu Qingchen and his sister followed closely and forgot everything.
Only Fang Chen always remembers where he came from and what he wanted to do.
"Anything unexpectedly, Gu Shuai should have forgotten everything. I only remember the only one of the six people. I don't know if I will forget these in the future..."
Fang Chen sighed in his heart.
Two days later, he took Honeyhock and Zhao Blacksmith and his wife to attend Fang Yunmeng's wedding.
Her husband was a accountant from the wealthy family.
Fang Chen’s table is full of acquaintances. Except for Zhao Blacksmith and his wife, the rest are also neighbors around.
Everyone chatted happily, sometimes talking about Fang Yunmeng and sometimes talking about Zhao Hu.
"Hu Zi has learned a lot of martial arts. Now that he goes out and goes out, he will definitely become a big shot. You and your husband will just have to enjoy your happiness in the future and don't have to do anything."
"If I had known this, I would have gritted my teeth and I would have to send my kid to Master Ji's side if I couldn't eat enough. It's a pity."
"Swish, are you saying this now? You can't get it even if you tighten your belt for one or two silver dollars a month. You can drink all the money."
Fang Chen closed his eyes and listened to the chatting of the people around him. After a while, Bu Qingchen and his brother and sister rushed over.
In five years, Bu Qingchen became a slaughter leader, and the slaughter leader was slaughtered by the robber.
Bu Qingyu is becoming more and more famous in the Chenghuang Temple. Who doesn’t know the name of Bu Xiangu in Shichuan County now?
Even officials and masters often ask Bu Qingyu to go to their homes to see the Feng Shui, and look at the faces of the younger generations in the clan.
"Bu Xian Gu."
Everyone who was originally chatting enthusiastically saw Bu Qingyu, smiled and looked at her respectfully.
Bu Qingyu nodded slightly, then glanced at Fang Chen and the Holly Honeyman, without talking to everyone, exuding a hint of a stranger's aura.
The guests at other tables were also quietly watching Bu Xiangu. In their opinion, this person was a real big shot.
"Brother Ji, isn't the old man getting better?"
Bu Qingchen glanced at the hollyhock real man and asked in a low voice at Fang Chen.
"There is no more medical treatment."
Fang Chen shook his head gently.
"Oh... I plan so. I'm almost going to get married. I have to use money to buy a house business in the future. I also have to save some of it, so I can use it as a dowry in the future.
The old man’s medicine... will be cut off. The some of the silver you saved before is enough for you to eat and drink. If you don’t help, I will introduce you to a few disciples."
Bu Qingchen whispered.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Chen's face: "You have your life too, I can understand."
Bu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and toasted with the diners loudly.
The atmosphere was immediately lifted up by him.
"Auspicious time is here, I'll be sent to the bridal chamber!"
"It's a bridal chamber!"
Everyone was very excited.
Fang Chen held a crutch in one hand and held the hollyhock in the other hand and walked towards home in the night.
Behind it is the bustling noise.
The next day, Bu Qingchen sent four and a half-sized dolls and studied martial arts under Fang Chen's sect.
Four taels of silver a month, Bu Qingchen took away two taels.
Another three years have passed in a blink of an eye.
The real hollyhock was sitting at the door of the yard today, and his expression suddenly became excited. He stood up and stretched out his hand tremblingly into the void:
"Mom, is it you..."
"Mrs. Where is our son?"
"Son, I am your father. Do you still recognize me? It's good if you come, it's good if you come..."
Behind him, Fang Chen stood quietly.
After a while, the voice of the hollyhock real person became lower and lower, and finally seemed to turn into a long sigh.
Fang Chen slowly walked to the real hollyhock, reached out to find out his breath, and was exhausted.
Zhao Blacksmith, who came to Fang Chen to drink with a wine pot, happened to see this scene. His eyes were slightly red and he said to Fang Chen:
"Master Ji, we couple help you with your help and have a funeral for the old man."