After leaving the Wang family's mansion, Wei Yi seemed to be aimless.

There is a place for habitat in every Chinese person's heart.

This place is called home.

When Wei Yi came to this world, the first friend he met was Lao Wang, and it was Lao Wang who helped him get through this most dangerous period.

Although Lao Wang always said that he was a noble man and a great Taoist priest.

But without Lao Wang, would he still be able to grow to what he is now?

I don't know, no one knows.

He only knew that he had his own courtyard in Lao Wang's house.

In this foreign land, there is such a small room where both body and mind can rest.

It was in such a courtyard that he completed the accumulation of his early practice, and he also spent his most dangerous years.

During this time.

Although it cannot be said to be delicacies from mountains and seas, Lao Wang will never forget him every time he eats.

From time to time, the two of them would chat, each finding a place to talk about the world.

I can talk about everything in astronomy and geography.

In so many years, Lao Wang is the first person to be recognized wholeheartedly by Wei Yi.

Now he has left.

This once old friend, the old friend who held the last part of his heart, left.

Then his first gathering place in this world, his "home" in a broad sense, is gone.

It sounds quite sensational.

For a time, Wei Yi's mood became a little gloomy.

He walked aimlessly down the street.

Just wandering around like this, it seems that I have reached the backyard of a street in Pingyang City.

It seems a little lively in front.

Even in the snow, there seemed to be people playing around inside.

Look up and look far away.

It was an old teahouse.

Many years have passed, but this teahouse is still standing as it once was.

But it adds a bit of wind and frost.

Many young people and older generations who come and go have made going to teahouses a habit in their lives.

It's as if every day is incomplete without entering this small teahouse, drinking a few cups of tea, showing off, and listening to stories.

This is a time-honored brand.

After a long period of time, we have accumulated a large number of customers.

Turn all this into a habit.

"Liu's Teahouse?"

Wei Yi read the sign above, and then seemed to laugh:

"Oh, these are really old friends."

"Perhaps as Pindao said, we should really meet all our old friends."

"Otherwise, maybe if Pindao leaves again, the whole world will become unrecognizable."

He shook his head and threw away all the inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Wei Yi walked into this small teahouse.

Look up and look far away.

I only saw a small area close to the wall where I could look directly outside. It was polished smooth and bright.

However, no matter how many people are drinking tea in this teahouse, there is no one sitting there...

It's like it's a taboo.

As the old man said, there are some things that you don’t need others to ask before you know what you shouldn’t do.

Thinking of the role of this position, Wei Yi seemed to become a little happier.

But he didn't sit down.

A period of sixty years, sixty years of living. How many people cannot survive this period?

Since people are already used to it, it is best not to interrupt this custom.

Therefore, he did not go to his exclusive position.

Instead, I found an empty table and sat there. The only thing that was the same as before was that I could look out the window.

The heavy snowfall has dyed the whole world white, and it feels even more special to see it from here:

"Boss, here's a bowl of this year's new tea."

As Wei Yi opened his mouth, a young man who had been prepared for a long time quickly walked up.

Just watch him wipe the table quickly.

Then he took a good tea bowl from somewhere else and placed it in front of Wei Yi.

The huge copper pot, with its long spout, scratched his hand very cunningly.

"Crash..."

Very technically proficient.

The tea in the small teacup did not spill at all because of the long distance.

It looks quite pleasing to the eye.

"Objective, you get it~"

After saying hello, the young man once again walked to other guests to collect water.

Looking at this young figure, Wei Yi's eyes seemed to narrow slightly.

The Liu Family Tea House is a family inheritance.

He never invites outsiders.

I just don’t know how many generations this young man is the grandson of the old Liu family.

Sip tea quietly.

Between the stillness and the movement, a sharp contrast seems to be formed in a trance.

However.

After the young man filled everyone's teapots, he quietly came to the backyard.

All I could see was a long deck chair placed in the large backyard, with an old man in his sixties lying in it.

He held a small purple clay pot in his hand.

The whole person looks so relaxed.

Seeing the old man, the young man put down the rag on his shoulders and ran to his side like a thief:

"Grandpa, grandpa, I discovered a novel thing."

"We have another Taoist priest coming to this city, and he is drinking tea in our little teahouse right now."

While saying this, the young man said loudly:

"This Taoist priest is really quite graceful."

"Although he looks very young, he doesn't seem to be as old as those old Taoist priests who come to beg for food."

"But I always feel that he has a different charm about him. At a glance, you wouldn't think of him as one of those jugglers."

"How about you go out and take a look?"

After hearing what his grandson said, the old man couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the naughty little grandson in front of him, with a slightly interested smile on his face:

"Oh? Young Taoist Priest?"

“You little guy’s eyesight still needs to grow.”…

"Although our Liu family has always been kind to all Taoist priests, the reason why we have such a habit is just because that one is a Taoist priest."

"If you ask me, among all the people I have met in my life, the Taoist priest your grandfather and I met when we were young is the most extraordinary."
To be continued...