Patio Street, Gucheng District.

The water of Bibi Lake is rippling in the microwave, and weeping willows caresses the shade around it, and the slender willow branches sway slightly with the breeze.

And in the pavilion by the lake, the old man is leisurely handling the best purple sand tea set in front of him.

Although the old man is already graying out, he is full of vigor when he looks at his appearance.

Sit quietly, without anger or prestige.

"My manor hasn't been visited for a long time, so it lacks a bit of popularity.

Come on, try me, twelve thunders before tomorrow. "

Although the words are lonely, but the tone is more free and easy.

After pouring seven points, the old man pushed the teapot to the middle-aged man on the opposite side.

"I'm the only one who can let Old Man Bai pour tea these days."

With a complacent smile, the man picked up the teacup.

He knew in his heart that he could allow Old Man Bai to personally receive someone.

There are only a handful in the capital.

"Woo, not bad, not bad.

The fragrance repels the nose, the taste is elegant, and the aftertaste is sweet. It is indeed a rare good tea.

Of course, the most important thing is Bai Lao, this technique is wonderful.

This mastery of tea ceremony can be described as turning decay into a miracle. "

With flattery, Bai Lao's face didn't change much, but he said calmly.

"You kid, after so many years, you still know how to come back.

But his character hasn't changed, and he's still so mean. "

"Yeah, after so many years, I remember the last time you had tea with the old man.

It's already more than ten years ago. "

Although it is smiling, there is a sense of vicissitudes in the tone.

Looking at the vigorous, young and energetic junior in front of me.

Now that his temples are whitening, Mr. Bai's original solemn feelings can't help but feel a little more moved.

"It's been twenty-three years."

"Has it been so long? Time flies like an arrow."

After speaking, the man stopped speaking and looked down at the teacup in front of him quietly.

God seems to be emotional, but also sad.

After a long time, the silence was broken in a light cough.

Seeing Mr. Bai flicking his chest, the man frowned slightly.

"Father, is there any cure for your chest tightness?"

It has been more than twenty years since the day I left Beijing, and I never thought that there is still no cure for Bai Lao's disease.

Shaking his head, the old man Bai was also helpless.

"Eh, after so many years of disease, how can it be so easy to cure it.

Even the few old people in the capital who didn't die, shook their heads after seeing my illness.

Humph, a bunch of quacks! "

At the end, the old man's face gradually became unhappy.

On the other side, the man only smiled wryly after listening.

If you dare to compile those masters of traditional Chinese medicine like this, perhaps only the old man in front of him is there.

"Why don't you find the old god to show you?"

The old god, formerly known as Sai Huatuo, was the first genius doctor in China.

It has the ability to rejuvenate and bring back the dead.

Therefore, the people of the arena, respectfully call him the old god.

This is also the place where the middle-aged man is puzzled. According to reason, if the old god makes a move.

Isn't it easy to get a chest tightness in the old man Bai?

But when it comes to the old god, Bai Lao is even more angry.

"That old stubbornness, I don't know how many years have passed since I left the capital.

Not to mention whether he can be invited back to the capital, but now he can't be found.

Had it not been for him to send me some pill back every year to calm my condition.

Humph, stubborn. "

Even though he had taken the medicine, Bai Lao still didn't stop stroking his chest.

Even with a soft snort, the surrounding air seemed a bit colder.

Obviously this is really angry.

"You, this temper hasn't changed at all.

Still so stubborn, so aggressive! "

After a wry smile, the man silently poured tea for Mr. Bai.

"Why talk about me, old man.

Are you not? "

As soon as these words fell, the two sides thought of something tacitly.

The scene gradually became heavier.

"As an elder, I would advise you to let it go if you can.

Those people are not something you can shake. "

As far as this is concerned, Mr. Bai is no longer speaking.

Holding a tea cup, he looked at the lake with a serious face.

Needless to say, I understand everything that I should understand.

"There are some things that I have to do.

Whenever I think of what the child looks like before his mother is dying, I wake up in the middle of the night.

Binger has grown up. As a father, I must do something for her and her mother. "

At the end, the man's words were choked.

Seeing the vicissitudes of life of the other party, Old Bai frowned slightly.

"If you are tired of living, I won't be able to persuade you more.

Do it yourself. " JrNovels.com