Seeking the Way of Immortality

Chucheng, Xinghua Village.

More than ten years have passed quietly, and everything seems to be unchanged, but everything seems to be constantly changing. Wang Laoshi has also entered middle age from youth. After Wang Laoshi and Huang Shang got married, they gave birth to a son and a daughter. Now the son is ten years old and the daughter is nine years old. The family of four has no worries about food and clothing.

Wang Laoshi fell in love with carving and calligraphy. He has never changed for decades. It is an unshakable habit. Even if he is busy, he will practice calligraphy and carving every day.

Even with a pair of children, they also like carving and calligraphy. The skills left by Wu Zheng still worked. Although Wang Laoshi is now more than 30 years old, except for his gradually mature face, he has not changed much.

"Dad, who is this person?" The little girl pointed to a human-shaped wooden sculpture and asked. In fact, they have asked this question more than once. Every time at this time, Wang Laoshi always said, "He is your uncle, named Wang Laowu."

"When will uncle come back?"

"Soon."

"Dad, you always say that, but it's been so many years, why hasn't uncle come back yet?" the eldest son asked in a low voice.

Every time at this time, Wang Laoshi's eyes would always show nostalgia, and he would not wake up for a long time.

"Laoshi, it's almost the New Year." Huang Shang patted Wang Laoshi on the shoulder, and Wang Laoshi woke up from his nostalgia.

"Yes, it's almost the New Year."

Now Wang Laoshi is dressed in a brocade robe, has no other livelihood, and simply makes money by hunting, writing Spring Festival couplets, and wood carving. These three skills, except hunting, were all taught to him by Wu Zheng.

For more than ten years, Wang Laoshi has been looking forward to Wu Zheng's return every day. The apricot wine at the door has been buried for many years, and a new batch is buried every year, but no one can wait for the person who wants to drink it.

Wang Hu often went up the mountain with Wang Laoshi to hunt for a living. At the end of the year, Wang Laoshi rarely went out hunting, but carved and wrote Spring Festival couplets at home. Wang Laoshi's calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, like a dragon and snake, falling on paper, penetrating into the wood, and was the best calligraphy in the surrounding area. Even Huang Yuanwai often praised it.

"Laoshi, will you bring your parents over for the New Year as usual this year?" Huang Shang asked.

"Well, I'll go pick them up later."

There were still three days before the New Year, and Wang Laoshi knew that he might not be able to wait for that person again this year. With a heart full of loneliness, Wang Laoshi quietly left home.

At the east end of the village, Wu Zheng's family of four were wearing ordinary clothes. Wu Tianci left the small world for the first time. He was curious about everything he saw and asked questions. Wu Zheng patiently answered them one by one. At this moment, Wu Zheng no longer entangled in everything. The world was big, but it was not as big as the grace of saving his life, and it was not as big as the brotherhood that Wang Laoshi gave him.

The small world was like a jade pendant, worn on the little guy to conceal the secrets of heaven.

"Hey, are you Wang Laowu?"

"So it's Uncle Wang Er, how are you doing recently?"

"Fine, fine!"

"Brother Wang Hu, are you hunting in the mountains again?" A man carrying a rabbit and a pheasant on his shoulder came towards them. Who else could it be but Wang Hu?

"Laowu, you are willing to come back? You must have thought Laoshi was bad."

The villagers didn't know about Wu Zheng. They only knew that Wang Laoshi had recovered his memory and went out to study. As for what Wang Laoshi was doing, no one in Xinghua Village knew at all.

"Oh, what a pretty young wife."

"Is this your daughter?"

"Little guy, call me uncle."

"Hello uncle, hello second grandfather." Wu Xueting saluted sensibly.

Wu Tianci followed suit. Although his voice was childish, it was still clear.

"Go back quickly, Laoshi may not know you're back yet!"

"Okay."

"Old Five, come to my house when you have time, I'll ask your sister-in-law to make you something delicious."

Wu Zheng greeted them one by one. He thought he would never come back in his lifetime, but he couldn't help but come back to take a look when he left.

The east end of the village is still the same. The house built before Wu Zheng left has remained the same for more than ten years, but now it is more popular.

"Daddy, who is Laoshi?" Wu Xueting asked crisply.

"That's your uncle."

"Why haven't I heard you mention him?"

"Daddy forgot."

"Daddy, hug me." Wu Tianci seemed to be tired from walking, and shouted for Wu Zheng to hug him. Wu Zheng smiled, hugged the little guy, and his eyes were kind.

Huang Yu was carrying a few bundles in his hands, which contained some small silver coins and cakes, all of which were bought in Chucheng before.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Huang Yu had lived in the countryside before, so she naturally knew how to deal with the country people.

Smoke was rising, and Huang Shang had already started cooking. Even if she was a rich lady, she would learn to be busy in both the hall and the kitchen after getting married.

She kept the house in good order, and it was a fate in the previous life that Wang Laoshi could marry her.

The son and daughter were playing at the door. Even though more than ten years had passed, there was still only Wang Laoshi's family at the east end of the village. It was clear at a glance.

"Who are you looking for?" The boy stopped what he was doing and asked sensibly.

The girl had already run into the kitchen: "Mom, someone is coming."

Huang Shang was stunned. No one had come to his house for ten days or half a month. It was almost the New Year, and someone could come. He wiped his hands on the apron and hurried out of the kitchen.

What came into view was a family of four, men and women, adults and children. The young man from that year had finally come back. Huang Shang couldn't stop her tears from flowing. For more than ten years, Wang Laoshi often called for his brother in his dreams. Unexpectedly, his brother really came back today.

"What's your name?" Wu Zheng squatted down with the child in his arms and asked with a smile.

"My name is Wang Nianzheng."

Wu Zheng was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and there was a hint of moisture in his eyes, but he suppressed it.

"Are you sister-in-law?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Lao Wu's wife." Huang Yu, wearing coarse cloth, put down the gift in her hand, and chatted with Huang Shang with a smile.

"Nianzheng, Yuhan, call uncle and aunt." Huang Shang hurriedly shouted.

"Hello uncle, aunt."

"Good boy." Wu Zheng touched the heads of the two children and tried hard to hold back his tears.

"Where's your eldest brother?"

"Come in quickly, your eldest brother went to my father and my mother's house to pick them up for the New Year."

"I was wondering why the city was decorated with lights and colors, it turns out that the New Year is coming."

"Hey, you are busy all day long and forgot about the New Year." Huang Shang pulled over a bench and hurriedly made tea.

"Nian Zheng, go and call your uncle Wang Hu and ask him to call your father back!"

"Okay, mom!"

"Sister, you are so pretty."

"What's your name?" Wu Xueting asked with a smile.

"My name is Wang Yuhan."

"What a nice name."

"Sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Wu Xueting, you can call me Sister Xueting." Wu Xueting smiled and looked at the house that used to be similar to her own home. Wu Xueting couldn't help but feel a little emotional.