The black-bellied woman took a step forward and whispered: Great grandpa!

I hurried forward and saluted, calling out to Lord Lao Fu.

The Old Buddha slowly raised his head and showed a gentle and elegant face even though it was old.

He stood up gently from the Grand Master's chair, looked at me kindly and said, "Shouchen, come and sit."

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I looked at the black-bellied woman beside me, and she smiled at me and said: Then you guys talk, I'll go and make some preparations in the kitchen.

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for me to speak.

I walked nervously to a chair opposite Lord Lafayette and sat down cautiously.

He poured me a cup of tea with his own hands, which made me a little flattered and subconsciously wanted to get up.

He put down the teacup in his hand, reached out to press on me and said: Sit down, don't be so restrained.

Then I sat on the chair again, picked up the tea in front of me and took a sip of it, and a scent of it was the best.

Although I didn't drink any kind of tea this is, in terms of taste alone, it is definitely one level higher than the tea in Zhongbeihaili.

I pondered for a while, looked at the old man who was looking at me in front of me and said: Lord Lady?

The old man stared at me and said: Shouchen, have you ever wondered why you have experienced so many hardships?

I looked at him in confusion, shook my head and said: I don’t know, maybe this is my life.

He chuckled and said: Shouchen, what are you seeing first when you stand on the top of the mountain?

I was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what he meant by asking, so I hesitated and said tentatively: Climbing up to see the distance should be a vast beautiful scenery, right?

He nodded and said: It is precisely because we see the beautiful scenery first, so we ignore the abyss under our feet and the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

I was stunned for a moment, looked at him in confusion and said: What do you mean?

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at me with a torched look and said: When I was in my twenties, I slept in the streets and alleys of old Beijing all day long. It can be said that life has always been a mess. I don’t even know why I am alive?

Until one day, I met an old man carrying a load on the streets and alleys at the entrance of the old man in Houhai, and he woke me up after saying something to me. Then I realized that my life twenty-four years ago was in vain.

I asked curiously: What did he say?

The old man chuckled and said, "I beat the outside and he went out. I was poked by his shoulder pole. I grabbed him and asked him if he wanted to die. But he smiled with a hearty smile and said, "I am born to die one day, don't you die?" I was happy when I heard this, and the old man was a little interesting, so he let go of him and asked him what are you living for? He told me that living is to live for life, why else can you do? I just said, "I'm just going to live."

Listen, it's right. I thought this answer was interesting, so I didn't think about what to do to him, so I was about to leave. But I didn't expect that as soon as I was about to leave, he asked me back: Why are you living for? I was stunned at that time. What is the purpose of living? As Aisin Jueluo, I have been living a life of luxury and food since I was born. I live a life of raising birds and fighting crickets every day. Is it because I live for this? Looking back, I am already thirty-four years old.

According to the normal life span, life has passed by nearly half. I will live like this for twenty or thirty years, and then be put into a coffin like others. This life will be over. But is this what I want? Of course not! When I came back from this shock, he had already walked away. After I went back that day, I didn't sleep all night. The next morning, as soon as I walked out of the room, I heard the doorman come over and tell me that there was an old man selling scissors outside squatting early in the morning.

The door told him that the person surnamed Yuan wanted to be Huangdi. Not long after, Yuan Shikai became emperor. More than two months later, he came over and said that the person surnamed Yuan was about to fall. Sure enough, a few days later, Yuan Shikai was overthrown. At that time, I realized that the old man was an old god, so I ordered people to look for him everywhere in old Beijing, but I searched for him for several months but couldn't find him. Just when I was about to give up, he found me personally. Shouchen, do you know who this old god is?

I swallowed hard and said with some difficulty: You might as well say he is my grandfather, right?

The old man looked at me with a serious expression and said: Do you still think he is your grandfather now?

I was undoubtedly shocked, what was going on?

You must know that the old man in front of him has lived to be 126 years old.

When he was twenty-four, that should be one hundred and two years ago?

And my grandfather had already gone around the streets to sell scissors more than a hundred years ago?

If what he said was true, then there could only be one result: my grandfather is not my grandfather.

I tried hard to recall what happened before I was twelve, but found that I couldn't remember his appearance.

I began to feel a little panicked.

But the old man in front of me reached out and continued the tea ceremony for me again: Don’t think too much, I tell you the purpose of seeing things, just hope you have a more objective understanding of things and yourself.

I looked at him in disbelief and said: You said he is not my grandfather? This made me feel a little unbelievable. After all, I lived with him for more than ten years when I was a child, and my father was also a man.

The old man took back the teacup, pondered for a while and said: Shouchen, if I told you that your father had already known this, what would you think?

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