Returning to the tavern, Bai Ze didn't want to move because he was really exhausted both physically and mentally.
It’s hard to be a Yang Patroler after spinning for such a long time. Although you don’t need to sleep to replenish your physical strength, there is nothing you can do about being tired.
The weather was getting slightly warmer, and then a middle-aged man with a slight cough came in.
From the time I came in until now, I haven't stopped coughing.
After I sat down, my cough got better, and I could at least order some food.
"Boss... cough, let's get something to eat. By the way, do you have anything to moisten the lungs and relieve cough?"
Bai Ze looked at the middle-aged man, then looked at the menu: "Yes, please wait a moment."
Those who come are customers, and customers have the greatest demands.
When you go to the kitchen and want to fill your stomach, the first choice is clear soup noodles.
As for moistening the lungs and relieving coughs, go to the natural rock sugar snow pear.
After it was done, it was put on the table and Bai Ze sat aside.
The middle-aged man finished his clear noodle soup and it tasted good.
Looking at the rock sugar snow pear, I drank it in one gulp. It is sweet but not greasy. This soup is good.
"Boss, pay the bill!" The middle-aged man was very satisfied. This rock sugar snow pear did have miraculous effects, and he felt refreshed after drinking it.
"Don't be in a hurry to pay the bill. I have two taels of wine here. It won't be too late to talk after finishing it." Bai Ze was not in a hurry to ask the middle-aged man to pay.
"Oh, two ounces of wine, let's take a look. I want to see what kind of wine it is." When the middle-aged man heard that there was wine, he became curious and interested. Ordinary wine could not enter his mouth.
Bai Ze filled a glass of wine, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You have a story and I have wine. Drink this glass of wine and your journey in life will not be in vain."
The middle-aged man was attracted by the scent of Ecstasy. After taking a sip, a strange feeling emerged.
I rolled my eyes and couldn't believe that this wine actually had such strange effects. Along with the pear juice, it seemed to have even more magical power.
"How do you feel?" Bai Ze asked when he saw the middle-aged man in a daze.
"It's magical, it's really magical. After drinking this glass of wine, I feel like I've been reborn.
I can relive a lot of beautiful memories." The middle-aged man was full of praise.
"Okay, tell your story!" Bai Ze listened attentively.
A middle-aged man named Shen Mingteng is only in his early forties.
I have heard the bitter sand and smelled the wild flowers in Tianzhen. Now I am the father of two children!
Shen Teng works in an advertising company and just works overtime every day, which is okay.
I was under a lot of pressure at work, and the cigarettes I had given up were stuck in my hands again.
All old smokers know that it’s okay if you don’t quit smoking, but once you quit smoking, the amount you smoke will double after you relapse.
We all know that cigarettes are not a good thing, but if you feel happy, take one, and if you feel lonely and cold, take one.
Especially when playing games, there is no box that cannot be removed.
At Shen Teng's age, smoking is more about feelings.
Shen Teng has a wife who cares about him very much.
His wife advised him not to smoke, but Shen Teng didn't listen.
The wife asked: Why do you still have the cigarette in your hand that you quit smoking?
The answer is that smoking is also a way of interpersonal communication. If you don't play cards or drink, if you don't smoke, you will come into this world alone, and you can't live alone without a friend.
The wife felt that what she said seemed reasonable. She thought about it and saw that the persuasion was useless. She sighed and said angrily: "Smoke it, smoke it, smoke it like this. Sooner or later, you will be beaten to death, and then you will remarry with your big and small babies."
snort!"
Shen Teng didn't pay any attention, and he only talked about it.
Three packs a day, excluding loose cigarettes. Shen Teng smoked them all by himself. You can imagine how terrifying this addiction is.
His lungs were already riddled with holes, his health was deteriorating, and his coughing had not stopped since a few years ago.
My health was getting worse and worse. I went to the hospital for a check-up and found out that I had advanced lung cancer.
Shen Teng was frightened at once. It's better not to get sick. Once you get sick, if you have a positive heart and face the disease with optimism, nothing will happen. But once you are frightened, you will have a big cough, a small cough, and physical discomfort will appear immediately.
Shen Teng lived in fear and was admitted to the hospital. Even though he knew he couldn't smoke every day, he still missed her so much.
While my wife and the nurse were away, I quietly sneaked into the toilet and took one. This puff made me feel more energetic, and instantly I felt that the disease was far away.
Over and over again, the deadline has arrived, and Shen Teng came to the tavern as a matter of course.
Shen Teng recalled that he quit smoking when he first chased his wife. After he got her and got married, he felt a little stressed and continued to relapse.
Because I wanted to have a child, I quit smoking. Then I had a child. The child was no longer young, the work pressure doubled, and I continued to relapse.
I went back and forth several times, and my craving for cigarettes increased.
My wife knows Shen Teng very well. He may curse a lot, but he is actually a man with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. His real intention and starting point is love.
Every day I cook a pot of rock sugar and snow pear, or other things that moisten the lungs and relieve coughs.
I just hope that if you die at the age of ninety-seven, you will have to wait on the bridge for three years.
However, I never expected that Shen Teng would enter the underworld at such an age.
Shen Teng continued to talk, all about the love stories of his era.
Bai Ze was willing to listen. At that time, the end of three revolutions and one beep had passed, and refrigerators, color TVs, and washing machines had become the mainstream.
He shamelessly chases his wife, watches a movie, and drives down the street, it's all so simple and unpretentious.
From shy to an old married couple, from trivial daily quarrels between husband and wife to petty fights at the head of the bed and fights at the end of the bed.
With additives, the love life of the two people is pretty good.
Bai Ze felt deeply that the love at that time was very pure and not mixed with other colors.
"Do you regret smoking?" Bai Ze touched the Yellow Crane Tower in his pocket and asked.
"If I say I regret it, I actually regret it, but what's the use of regretting it when I look back?" Shen Teng sighed.
"Do you have any regrets?" Bai Ze wanted to help him.
"Regret, regret is that I hope Xiao Qing lives a good life and that her two children will get married and have children." Shen Teng expressed his heartfelt words.
"Well, getting married and having children is still far away. If I can get there then, I will definitely tell you.
As for whether your wife is living well or not, I will tell you clearly before you are reincarnated." Bai Ze is not just talking empty words, he has the strength.
"Well, thank you boss. If there is any news, I would like to know." Shen Teng stood up.
Black and White Wuchang came back, and Bai Wuchang took Shen Teng back.
Bai Ze gathered his mood and walked out of the tavern. Shen Teng's head was on top of his head, and Xu Qing's eyes were filled with tears.
Bai Ze watched from a distance, not wanting to disturb him. Old Shen was so lucky that his wife could not even tell that she was forty years old.
Xu Qing seemed to feel something. He raised his head, his doubtful eyes revealed his doubts. Why was there the aura of Old Shen when Old Shen was clearly not there?
He shook his head and continued to burn paper. He just hoped that Lao Shen would be fed and clothed down there and would not be bullied.
Xu Qing finished burning the paper, and Bai Ze followed unhurriedly.
When he reached the streetlight, Shen Qing stopped and turned around: "Why are you following me?"
"It's okay, maybe we're on the way." Bai Ze gestured and walked forward.
"Don't lie to me, you have the aura of Lao Shen, you can't be..." Xu Qing thought thoughtfully.
Bai Ze raised his eyebrows, what does this woman know?
"Ah, what are you talking about? I don't seem to understand." Bai Ze continued to walk forward, as if he was just along the way.
Xu Qing walked up to Bai Ze and glanced up and down: "It is said that there is a kind of person who visits the world of yin and yang, exercising the power of ghosts to send the souls of humans to the underworld.
This type of person is a ferryman for souls.
You must be it, right?"
Bai Ze was stunned, soul ferryman?
It seems that this is not the first time I have heard someone say it. Looking back carefully, Qin Ming seems to have said it too.
"Don't try to deceive with lies, I am a graduate student in secular studies.
It is recorded in "Huaxia Folklore" that a monk named Wuming from the Northern Wei Dynasty couldn't bear to see the suffering of others and sold his soul to Lord Yan in order to save the world from suffering?
People in the world who ferry people's souls from the world of heaven are called soul ferrymen." Xu Qing briefly introduced.
Bai Ze was a little confused when he heard this. He was the Yang Patroller. Although he said he had the same duties as the ferryman, the soul ferryman had never heard of it!
"Old Shen's soul belongs to you, right?" Xu Qing asked simply and directly.
Bai Ze nodded, this was not a secret that could not be told.
"He wants you to see how I'm doing? Right!"
Asking and answering questions, Bai Ze continued to nod.
"I am Lao Shen's son in life, and I am Lao Shen's soul in death. The moon shines on the wall and sings a tune for Lao Shen." Xu Qing expressed his wish that he would not remarry in this life.
"Well, I know what to do!" Bai Ze already knew how to solve it after listening to Xu Qing's words.
Bai Ze walked away, his figure gradually blurring, until he disappeared in the streets and alleys.
Xu Qing raised the corners of his mouth and whispered: "Soul Ferryman, that's interesting!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, thinking in his mind, could this kind of love never end well?