What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Zhang Xiaoan's mobile phone Bluetooth is connected to the car.

Both Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi heard the voice on the phone.

The two of them thought this man was sick, right? Why are you cursing yourself when you are doing well?

"I can feel that you can probably live for three to five days. Just wait for me. I will be there in four hours."

"Then hurry up, I'll make breakfast and wait for you."

After hanging up the phone.

Fang Moxuan asked confusedly: "Who are the people you meet outside every day? Isn't it too strange? Patients?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? I'll find out when you get there. There are still four hours left. You two haven't slept a wink all day. Just close your eyes for a while."

……

Five o'clock in the morning.

The sun rises above the horizon.

Zhang Xiaoan was driving halfway up the mountain. From his current position, he could just look up and see the sun rising slowly from the other side of the mountain.

"Snapped!"

Fang Moxuan opened her eyes and asked with murderous eyes: "Why did you hit me?"

"Look outside, the sunrise."

Fang Moxuan glared at him and turned to look out the car window: "Wow! What a beautiful sunrise! Xinyi, look at it!"

Yang Xinyi in the back row opened her eyes in a daze, and then exclaimed: "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Half of the sun's body was exposed from the side of the mountain, illuminating the entire mountain with a golden glow, quite like the sun shining on the Jinshan Mountain.

Two little girls who like beautiful scenery took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the sun.

Wait until the enthusiasm wears off.

Fang Moxuan turned around and slapped Zhang Xiaoan.

"Why did you hit me?"

"This is to repay the slap you just gave me!"

Zhang Xiaoan: "..."

Woman!

Is he really holding a grudge?

……

There is a dilapidated small courtyard halfway up Wanshou Mountain.

There was a large coffin painted with red cinnabar lying across the courtyard.

Under the first clear sunlight shining in the yard, Li Baokun straightened up and walked out of the thatched house.

"Ha~"

Li Baokun looked at the sky with his cloudy eyes.

There is light and it is good weather.

Li Baokun is old and suffers from severe presbyopia. He can only touch the wall and lean against it like a woodshed.

Then he took out a bundle of firewood from the firewood pile and started to make a fire for cooking.

Li Baokun is a fortune teller. In his early years, he traveled around the world and made a living by telling people's fortunes. In recent years, business has become increasingly difficult.

He saved some money more than ten years ago, came to Longevity Hill, built two houses, and raised some chickens, ducks and geese.

Li Baokun never married and had no children.

Seeing that he collapsed and was about to die, Li Baokun didn't panic at all because he knew someone would come to collect his body.

Firewood was burning on the stove in the yard, and soon the strong aroma of rice came from the black pot placed on it.

"What are you cooking that's delicious?"

Zhang Xiaoan took Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi and pushed the door into the small courtyard and asked.

"It's a simple meal. You can eat it as much as you like, or you'll fall down if you don't." Li Baokun sat in front of the stove and filled two sticks of firewood into the stove pit.

He did not raise his head to look at Zhang Xiaoan and the others. His eyes were not good, and it was in vain to look at them.

The big red coffin in the yard was very eye-catching, but Fang Moxuan didn't care about it. She was a bold artist.

Yang Xinyi was timid and took two steps back in fright, hiding behind Fang Moxuan.

"The coffin is ready. It seems you are in a hurry to die." Zhang Xiaoan stepped forward and sat on the small horse.

"A person nests in this deep mountain and old forest. He has already had enough. He will die early and be born early. In the next life, he will do nothing but tell fortunes." Li Baokun handed over the spoon: "You can lift the lid of the pot and look into the pot. Is the rice ripe?"

While Zhang Xiaoan stood up to stir up the pot.

Li Baokun came close to him and asked in a low voice: "Does your mother-in-law know the secret of your immortality?"

Li Baokun didn't know that Zhang Xiaoan was an immortal, he only knew that he would never grow old.

Over the past few decades, the two have met no less than ten times, but every time they met, he found that Zhang Xiaoan always looked that full of youthful vitality.

"I don't know. Just watch your mouth. Don't die soon. Find something for me to do."

"Okay, I understand, don't worry."

Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi stood aside and wanted to say hello, but they didn't know how to speak.

Li Baokun is old enough, but listening to the tone of his conversation with Zhang Xiaoan, it seems that the relationship between the two of them is not that of elder and younger, but rather like an old friend whom they haven't seen for a long time.

If you say hello rashly, you will be downgraded. It seems to be impolite, mainly because it is not good to Zhang Xiaoan.

……

After a while.

The meal is ready.

A bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles are not nutritious, but they are very healthy.

Fang Moxuan took a sip of the porridge and asked Li Baokun, "What should I call you?"

"Your husband and I are equals, so just call me big brother."

"Um...Okay, hello, big brother."

Fang Moxuan has never been so embarrassed in her life when calling a gray-haired old man "big brother".

Fang Moxuan hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Brother, it's inconvenient for me to ask, how did you meet my husband?"

"When fate comes, we naturally get to know each other." Li Baokun put down his bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "I'm full, you can continue to eat."

Stand up.

"Gulu gulu..."

My stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

A blush appeared on Li Baokun's face, feeling a little embarrassed.

It's not that he's really full, he just knows that trouble comes from the mouth.

Before getting involved with Fang Moxuan, all of Zhang Xiaoan's old background must be exposed.

Although he didn't know much about Zhang Xiaoan's background, just mentioning one of them would shock Fang Moxuan for several years.

Zhang Xiaoan held the bowl and chopsticks and said, "Why don't you sit down and have something to eat."

"Then let's eat some more." After Li Baokun sat down, he continued: "I've eaten too much fish and meat, but this porridge is more comfortable and nourishes the stomach."

"Listen to what you said, did you enjoy yourself less when you were young?"

"Go to restaurants to eat and drink, go to romantic places to look for flowers and willows. Now you make me think that I have no regrets in my life." Li Baokun grinned, and his smile was very free and easy.

Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi curled their lips.

In the eyes of these women, it is a big taboo for a man to be gay. This old man seems to be quite serious at his age, but he did not expect that he was quite dissolute when he was young.

"After playing for a lifetime, there is no point in finding a wife and having children. What's the point of living here halfway up the mountain when I get old?"

"It doesn't matter, people will die eventually, and you will be filial to me..."

Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"Uh... I mean, having you collect my body, marrying a wife and having children doesn't seem so important. Having known you in this life, I will die without regrets."

"You can come back from such words. It seems that you are not old and confused. You are very clear-headed."

"What's the point of having a clear head? Aren't you still going to die?"

Zhang Xiaoan pondered for a moment and asked, "If you have any wishes before you die, just tell me and I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Well... let's play mahjong with me first."