Chapter 268 Your excitement has nothing to do with me
Chapter 268 Your excitement has nothing to do with me
After leaving the teahouse, Fang Chang couldn't help but sigh in his heart again about the power of time, making everything secretly pass and change.
He didn't know what others thought, but in his case, the more experiences he had, the more emotionally indifferent he became.
Obviously he always reminds himself not to let himself become like a stone, but his threshold for emotional fluctuations is constantly increasing.
Nowadays it is rare for anything to truly touch his heart.
His joys and sorrows are almost always fleeting.
It seems like you are laughing. If it is funny, then you are really laughing. As for why you are laughing, it is no longer important.
"I'm still young, why did I become like this?"
Fang Chang was walking on the bustling street. There were many lively people, but no one could understand the loneliness in his heart at this moment.
He felt that he seemed to have gone astray.
If the practice is like this, then even if you practice to the extreme, what will happen if you become immortal and become a clay statue with infinite power?
He raised his head and looked into the distance, unconsciously escaping.
perhaps……
The higher your cultivation level, the more you will find the answer.
Suddenly, he turned around and saw a red figure following him without hesitation.
"You've been with me for a long time."
Fang Chang looked at the girl in red with a calm expression.
"Everyone in the city knows that I have a bad temper and like to destroy families."
The girl in red didn't feel embarrassed at all about being caught, but instead said plausibly:
"This road is so wide, are you allowed to walk alone? Can't I just go with you?"
"And I didn't offend you or do anything wrong. Why would you kill me?"
Fang Chang nodded and said:
"You are right. This road is very wide. With so many people walking on it, you are not the only one missing."
"But I don't like people looking at me from behind, so if I find you behind me again... I will kill you."
Hearing this, the girl in red said angrily:
"You are too domineering. Even if I follow you on purpose, I don't have to take someone's life so seriously."
Fang Chang stopped talking and turned to leave.
The girl in red wanted to follow her again, but remembering the way Fang Chang spoke just now, a cold air came out of her back and she couldn't move forward no matter what.
In the end, she could only angrily scold herself for being useless, and then shouted at Fang Chang's back:
"My name is Chen Yiwan, and my brother is Chen Yiming. We will meet again!"
…
Fang Chang didn't know who Chen Yiwan was, and he didn't need to know who she was.
For him at this moment, everyone in the world is just a passer-by, there is no need to worry about it, and anyone who obstructs him can only be killed.
Instead of going home, he went to a corner tavern.
The tavern is an old tavern. I heard it has been open for more than 50 years. It is a family workshop that has been passed down for three generations.
Now the owner of the tavern is a young man in his twenties, who is enthusiastic and always has a smile on his face.
He has a clerk, but he usually does the clerk's work.
Seeing Fang Chang, the tavern owner immediately came out to greet him.
"Brother Fang, you haven't been here for a while, are you still the third child?"
Fang Chang nodded.
"Xiao Si, a pot of warm rice wine, half a pound of beef with soy sauce, and a plate of peanuts, please bring them up as soon as possible."
The tavern owner led the way, cleaning tables, moving stools, and serving Fang Chang like a father.
The guests on the side saw it and joked with a smile:
"Boss Qiu, why don't I see you being so attentive to us on weekdays? Do you look down on us who make a living as coolies?"
The tavern owner quickly apologized and said with a smile: "How can you, brothers, we all work hard to make a living, no one can look down on the other.
I'm good to Brother Fang, that's because Brother Fang did me a big favor before."
The boss sighed: "Do you still remember that the Blackwater Gang took a fancy to my tavern half a year ago and planned to open a gambling house?"
"Remember, you were ready to move at that time. It was a pity that we couldn't find such a cheap and good place to drink and brag in the future. How did we solve it in the end?"
A regular customer who remembered it asked.
The boss glanced at Fang Chang gratefully and said, "Thanks to Brother Fang's connections, he helped me put in a good word with the Blackwater Gang, and my tavern was saved.
Moreover, in the past six months, the Blackwater Gang has not even collected much protection money from my tavern.
This is all thanks to Brother Fang.
It's a pity that Mr. Fang is busy and has never been able to come to my tavern for a drink. We finally met today. Do you think that if I am not more enthusiastic, am I still a human being?"
"I see."
"Then I have to talk about you, Boss Qiu. When your benefactor comes to your door, he just gives you a bottle of wine and half a catty of beef. It's so stingy."
"Yes, yes, Boss Qiu, I heard that your family has several jars of Nuerhong that have been in existence for more than 20 years. It is a good wine left over from your father's generation.
I heard that I originally wanted to leave it to my daughter, but as a result, I gave birth to a baby with a handle, and now I am not allowed to give it to my benefactor."
Some people shouted, thinking that they should try a few cups themselves.
Boss Qiu smiled bitterly and said: "Since everyone says so, I will make those two jars of daughter red and let everyone try it with Brother Fang."
"good!!"
As soon as he said this, the guests who were about to leave after drinking also stopped, stayed, and ordered another plate of peanuts.
Boss Qiu cupped his hands towards Fang Changgong and said:
"Brother Fang, I'll go to the backyard to get you some wine. Just wait."
"Brothers, Brother Fang is my benefactor and likes to be quiet. For the sake of my daughter Hong, please don't disturb Brother Fang."
Boss Qiu bowed his hands to the drinkers again.
The others had long been thinking about the jar Ner Hong, and now they swallowed their saliva and urged:
"Go quickly, go quickly, can we still tolerate your benefactor?"
Fang Chang looked at the commotion in the tavern, and even though dozens of pairs of eyes were secretly observing him, his expression did not change much.
He came across this tavern by chance while wandering around.
So I came in and had two drinks.
To be honest, the wine is not very good, it is very low quality. After all, this is a tavern that entertains the people at the bottom of the class, and even good wine cannot be sold at a high price.
But Fang Chang still drank a pot and ate half a catty of beef and a small plate of peanuts.
Because what he drank was not wine, and there were stories of people coming and going in the tavern.
When you drink wine with stories, the wine will have a little more flavor.
As for keeping the tavern from moving, for him, it was just a casual order and it was nothing.
Of course, the Blackwater Gang should be glad that they used gentle methods instead of force, otherwise there would be no such gang in Fu Feng City right now.
It's okay to open a tavern, but disturbing his drinking mood is a capital offense.
The other drinkers saw that Fang Chang did not want to communicate with them, and thanks to Boss Qiu's explanation, they knew that Fang Chang was a person of status, otherwise they would not be able to talk to the Blackwater Gang.
At this moment, they didn't make noises or say anything weird, they just whispered about Fang Chang's identity and looked forward to whether the girl's red wine tasted good or not.
Soon, the wine was served.
Boss Qiu dug it out of the ground himself, and there was still some dirt on his clothes and face.
Two wine jars half as tall as a person were placed on the wine table. The drinkers looked at the wine jars tightly wrapped in mud, and even their breathing slowed down.
"Everyone, I'm opening the forum."
Boss Qiu also took a deep breath, took out a small hammer, and slowly knocked away the mud shell on the outer layer of the wine jar.
Two bangs.
The mud shell fell off, and inside was a tight wine cork, wrapped in oil paper and tightly tied with cotton thread.
Then remove the thread, take the cloth, and remove the wine cork.
Everyone hurriedly got closer, and a foul smell hit them.
"Bah!"
"Crap! Why is it so smelly? Who threw a rotten egg in there!"
"Boss Qiu, are you fooling us?"
Everyone was full of expectations, but they didn't expect that a jar of stinky wine would be opened.
Boss Qiu had expected it. He smiled bitterly and said:
"It's not easy to preserve wine. It's been so long, so it's not surprising that it's broken. Fortunately, there's still a jar."
He asked someone to move the broken wine jar to a corner, and then opened a second jar of wine.
Now no one dared to get too close, and then with the sound of waves, a faint scent of food spread in the air.
When everyone came closer, they saw a jar of wine that was crystal clear, like yellow jade, and they salivated unconsciously.
“Good wine!”
Boss Qiu also breathed a sigh of relief, quickly brought a wine ladle, poured out the first bowl of wine, and respectfully presented it to Fang Chang.
"Brother Fang, this is the first bowl of wine that my twenty-three-year-old daughter Hong has given her since she opened it. Although it is not a valuable thing, it is still a piece of my heart. Please don't dislike it."
Fang Chang took the bowl and took a sip, and a mellow fragrance flowed between his lips and teeth.
He smiled lightly: "Yes, it's good wine."
Boss Qiu also had a smile on his face: "Brother Fang, as long as he likes it."
"Thanks to Brother Fang, you can all get some wine today, but there's only one jar, and each person only has a small bowl, but it's free!"
"Boss Qiu is awesome! Brother Fang is awesome!"
"Haha, I didn't expect that I could mix in a bowl of good wine while watching the excitement."
"Twenty-three years old daughter Hong. It turns out that Boss Qiu is so young. I thought he was in his thirties?"
"I heard that Boss Qiu is not married yet. If I drink Boss Qiu's wine, I will introduce him to a wife tomorrow. It is not in vain."
As the drinks were dispensed, the small tavern was filled with people.
They would just have a small plate of peanuts or soybeans, and those who had a little money would have half a catty of soy sauce beef. They would hold small bowls no bigger than a palm, sip them, and let out happy sighs from time to time.
Most of them are warehouse workers and small shop owners.
After a hard day's work, being able to slowly drink a bowl of wine in a tavern like this without the disturbance of others can wash away a lot of worries in one go.
This is a completely different feeling from the elegance of a teahouse.
Fang Chang sat at a table alone without anyone disturbing him.
Even though he didn't say anything, there was an invisible but real huge gap between him and the people around him.
This kind of barrier prevents others from approaching or offending you.
Fang Chang savored the bowl of wine in his hand. Even if it was 23-year-old Ner Hong, to him, it was actually no different from ordinary water.
Except for the slight surprise at the first bite, it became bland and tasteless after that.
With his current physique, most things in the world can no longer have any impact on him.
But he still drank a bowl of wine slowly, and also finished the beef and peanuts that were served.
The story in my ears is a cliché.
The drinkers who had not traveled too far chatted about stories that had been passed down through countless hands, complained that their children were disobedient, their wages were getting less and less, and their lives were difficult.
But after a bowl of wine, each one of them patted his chest and felt that he could do it again, and began to talk about how he was back then, how he had met so many awesome people and done so many awesome things.
They belched wine and were in high spirits. As it got darker, they said hello to familiar drinkers and left. Their faces became a little more dejected, ready to go home and accept the nagging from their families.
Simple repetition, but has its own happiness.
But Fang Chang only found it boring.
After drinking, he threw a gold leaf on the table and left quietly.
Boss Qiu, who was busy in the kitchen without touching the floor, walked out of the front hall and saw that the single wine table was empty, with only a golden leaf shining brightly.
The drinkers at the table next to him had their eyes flickering, but they didn't dare to move rashly.
The tavern has the background of the Blackwater Gang, and the pickpockets and gangsters in the nearby streets have to look at the Blackwater Gang's face to eat.
Moreover, there are many people staring at it at the moment, and no one who goes up to get it can escape their eyes.
Boss Qiu stared blankly at the golden leaf, put it away, and looked around blankly, but there was no Fang Chang figure anywhere.
"Here, it's my treat as promised."
Boss Qiu smiled bitterly, thinking that Brother Fang was really a weirdo.
He put away the gold leaves and prepared to return them to Brother Fang when he came again next time.
Although he does not come from a wealthy family, a piece of gold leaf cannot shake his principles.
…
"Sir, look, I can spit other bubbles now."
Under the starry night sky, the bubbles puffed out transparent bubbles one after another, and then they turned into ice blue and dark black.
Together with the original colored bubbles, there are four colors of bubbles.
For Bubble, this is simply more joyful than his success in transforming into a dragon.
Fang Chang couldn't help but smile. He sat by the pool, holding an ice blue bubble in his palm, and said:
"Paopao, I'm going to be in seclusion for a long time. You stay here well. If you get bored, let Ada take you out to buy some food.
These are the snacks I bought for you when I went out today."
Fang Chang dropped a storage ring, and Bubbles caught it accurately. Then he saw a dazzling array of snacks and snacks inside, but it selectively ignored the many spiritual objects full of energy on the side.
After a while, it raised its head with tears in its eyes and looked up at the stars.
"Is this a dream?"
It pondered for a moment, and then hit the wall of the pool with a fierce force, making a muffled sound.
"Ouch, it hurts so much, it's not a dream, haha, it's not a dream!"
"Master, why are you so nice to Bubbles all of a sudden? Woohoo, I, I'm so touched."
Fang Chang: "..."
"Did you miss the point? I'm going into seclusion. You won't be able to see me for a long time."
But Paopao's attention has been attracted by the snacks in the storage ring, and he nodded perfunctorily:
"I know, sir, haven't you often been in seclusion before? You can take care of yourself."
"You, me, forget it."
Fang Chang let out a breath.
"You raise yourself and don't get angry."
"Don't be too playful, and occasionally take time to practice."
Bubble nodded repeatedly and answered insincerely: "Yeah, I understand."
Fang Chang shook his head and laughed, leaving behind a puppet named A Da and turned around to leave.
Bubble looked at Fang Chang's back and laughed secretly.
Although I don’t know why the elder went to practice again soon after he came out of seclusion. What’s so fun about practicing? It’s so boring. Where can I eat delicious food and blow bubbles for fun?
But the big master is in seclusion, which means no one cares about it.
Paopao has begun to long for a happy life in the future.
Then……
One year later.
A big golden carp swims happily in the pond.
"It's so nice to have no boss to take care of you."
Three years later.
The big carp started to get bored.
"Why hasn't the eldest master come out of seclusion yet?"
Five years later.
The big golden carp turned its belly and didn't even want to spit out bubbles.
"I miss you, Master."
Ten years later.
The big golden carp turned into a ball again.
"Master, Bubbles are so fat. Come out and make bubbles."
Fifteen years later.
A golden figure that looked like an elf in the water jumped out of the water, and instantly transformed into a strange beast that looked like a snake but not a snake, like a dragon but not a dragon, with double fins on its back.
"Paopao is already able to practice on his own. Master, why don't you come out and see Paopao?"
Twenty years later,
Thirty years...
Time seems to have entered an accelerator, and thirty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
