During this period of time, the old storyteller went out early and came back late every day. When he came back every night, he always carried half a bag of rice in his hand.
Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou both thought that the food was bought with the money the old storyteller earned from his daily work.
Who would have thought that these grains were brought to him by the little girl from the grocery store across the alley.
The old storyteller carried half a bag of rice, a basket of eggs, and rode a rice bucket back to the yard.
Yuan Xiaolou was busy in the kitchen. In the yard, Ye Xiaochuan was still sitting in a wheelchair, struggling to turn the wheelchair with his hands, but the strength of his hands was still weak, and the wheelchair could only move forward or backward a little.
Seeing the old storyteller coming back on a rice pail, Ye Xiaochuan glanced at him and then looked away, no different from usual.
Yuan Xiaolou was busy in the kitchen. When he saw his grandfather coming back, he immediately showed him the wheelchair he bought for Ye Xiaochuan today.
The old storyteller seemed very angry and said: "This kid is messing around, and you are also messing around?
What's going on outside, do you still dare to take him out?
Aren’t you afraid of being recognized?”
Yuan Xiaolou said: "It's okay. Although the streets are covered with Mr. Ye's portraits, I have changed Mr. Ye's appearance. Even if you meet an acquaintance, you won't be able to recognize him."
In other words, the storyteller said that he was not really angry.
Ye Xiaochuan had to walk out of the yard, which was his first step to stand up. The wheelchair had been prepared for Ye Xiaochuan half a month ago and had been placed in the carpentry shop on the corner of the street.
The old storyteller handed the rice and eggs to Yuan Xiaolou, and then pulled out a piece of pork from the cloth bag hanging on the back of the rice bucket.
Yuan Xiaolou cheered, took the pork and ran to the kitchen. A voice came from the kitchen and said: "Master Ye, there is meat to eat tonight!"
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "There is a shortage of supplies in the world today. Half of the money my grandpa and his rice bucket earned from performing tricks on the street today were used to buy that piece of meat. I don't know how to thank grandpa!"
Yuan Xiaolou poked his head out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Thank you, grandpa! Grandpa is the best!"
The old storyteller put away the rice pail, put away the bamboo pole and curtain, then walked to the yard and sat down, took out a bamboo tube and a small wine glass.
The more Xiao Tu drank, the less fruit wine he drank. He also knew how to save money and was not willing to drink directly as usual. Instead, he carefully poured half a cup into the small wine glass.
That's it, he couldn't bear to finish it in one mouthful, and pursed his lips in small sips, not to mention how funny it was.
Ye Xiaochuan worked hard to turn his wheelchair and came to the old storyteller's side.
Said: "Give me a drink too."
The old storyteller said: "There isn't much of this fruit wine left. I can only come back and drink two cups every night without seeing you?"
Do you want to drink?
You are so beautiful."
Having said that, I still poured a small cup for Ye Xiaochuan.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan holding the wine glass with trembling arms, the old storyteller was terrified, fearing that Ye Xiaochuan would spill a drop of the wine in the glass.
After drinking the mellow fruit wine, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly coughed violently, and his cheeks instantly turned red.
The old storyteller laughed loudly and said: "You think you are still the same person as before? This fruit is very strong. Only I can suppress its alcoholic nature. You better not drink it in the future."
After Ye Xiaochuan's cough subsided, the old storyteller said: "Boy, you and Xiaolou took a walk on the street today. Do you have anything to say to me?"
Ye Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "No."
The old storyteller was startled. He was sure that Ye Xiaochuan had discovered that there were many hidden people around him, and he was also sure that Ye Xiaochuan must have guessed that these mysterious people around him were related to himself.
He thought that Ye Xiaochuan would ask him privately, but he never thought that Ye Xiaochuan would not ask or say anything.
This made the old man quite surprised.
He said: "You have nothing to say to me, but I have something to say to you."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Not interested."
Turn the wheelchair and prepare to continue walking in the yard.
The old storyteller said: "It's about your fiancée, Fairy Yun Qiyou, and you're not interested either?"
Ye Xiaochuan's hand holding the wheel suddenly stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He said softly: "I am no longer Ye Xiaochuan of Cangyun Sect. I am just a useless person now. Everyone and everything on Cangyun Mountain has nothing to do with me."
The old storyteller said: "Fairy Yun woke up. I heard that she also woke up on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day. She woke up almost at the same time as you."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "That's good."
The old storyteller said: "But she has lost her memory."
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly raised his head and said, "What?"
The old storyteller looked vulgar and said with a smile: "Aren't you not interested?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "What happened to Senior Sister Yun?
tell me!"
The old storyteller said: "Today I was in Chang'an City and heard the news that Fairy Yun had woken up, but all her memories of more than twenty years in the world had disappeared."
Ye Xiaochuan's body was shaken and he lowered his head silently.
His silent heart began to beat again.
He regretted it and was in pain.
He felt that he had harmed Senior Sister Yun.
He said softly: "It doesn't matter if you lose your memory, it won't be so painful.
How I want to lose my memory."
The old storyteller said: "Don't be too busy being sad and feeling sorry for yourself. There is still good news."
Ye Xiaochuan asked: "What good news?"
The old storyteller said: "Although Fairy Yun's memory in the human world has been lost, I heard that all her memories in the heaven have been recalled again."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Oh.
Did she remember what happened before she was thirteen?"
The old storyteller nodded and said: "God is so fair. When a door closes, a window will open for you."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "That is also her window. My door is closed and the window is sealed."
The old storyteller smiled and said: "A blessing in disguise.
What's more, how can you be sure that it is the door that is closed on you and not the window?
In a house, the windows are just passages of light, and the door is the right way to the light."
Ye Xiaochuan frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The old storyteller smiled and shook his head, seeming to be talking to himself, but also seemed to have something else in mind.
He said: "The time has not come yet, the time has not come yet."
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the fat old man who was sipping wine in small sips.
He was silent for a moment and said: "The time has not come yet?
When will it arrive?”
The old storyteller turned the wine glass in his hand and looked at Ye Xiaochuan.
His expression suddenly became extremely calm. At that moment, he was no longer the cynical, fat old man who was full of lies.
He seemed to have become a worldly master.
He stared at Ye Xiaochuan and said word by word: "You have to ask yourself this. Whenever you want it to come, it will come, because this is your life."
