The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

"anyone there?"

"Dad? Mom?"

The middle-aged man walked from the front door to the backyard, and ran from the back hill to the front yard.

The house was empty, the front yard and back hill were empty, not even a neighbor passing by.

Running back and forth countless times, no one, no signal, as if this is an isolated island left outside the world, and he was trapped on this isolated island, the middle-aged man stood in the middle of the house, listening to the rumors on the four walls of the main room. The echo of his own voice almost collapsed.

Just when he was about to go crazy, the surrounding space suddenly shook, like shattered glass, cracked and cracked, and in the blink of an eye, there were two more people in front of him.

the present.

When Le Ning and his group were speechless, three people suddenly appeared in the middle of the main room, two men and one woman, a middle-aged man, a young assistant, and a middle-aged woman wearing an apron who seemed to be a nanny.

The three of them stood in the middle of the room, their faces full of confusion.

"what happened?"

"I `m coming out?"

"God, I'm out!"

Shen Yuan saw the middle-aged man in a suit and hurried over, "Old Zhao, why are you here?"

There was still confusion in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he pointed to the young assistant beside him, "I called you in the morning, and it was cut off after I said a few words, and I couldn't get through any more. , I'll be back."

As a result, when he rushed back, he crashed into the miasma of resentment, and was almost trapped in it forever.

The same goes for the young assistant and the nanny, they all looked dazed, especially the nanny, seeing the light outside and the people around her, realized that she had finally come out, and almost collapsed on the spot.

The middle-aged man pulled Shen Yuan and was about to ask her about her situation, when he raised his eyes and saw the coffin in the room, he was stunned for a moment.

It's not easy for outsiders to intervene in such matters, so Le Ning and Mr. Wen went to the backyard together.

After a while, there was a whining cry from inside.

Le Ning sat on a high bench, his nature was jumpy and cheerful, in this atmosphere he was like a wild horse in shackles, his whole body felt weak.

Looking at the flowers all over the yard, he shook his legs and casually brought up a topic, "Mr. Wen, look at these flowers, they bloom really well."

Mr. Wen has seen countless life and death while walking in the world. Although it is difficult to experience this painful parting personally, he can feel the heavy atmosphere inside.

"Hmm." He stroked the soft hair on the back of the child's head with his lower hand.

Le Ning habitually raises his head and rubs back, like a cat being ruaed, not to mention, being used to rua is quite comfortable, no wonder every time he hugs the little fairy cat, it lies flat and lets rua.

Looking at the kid who was used to it and even began to squint his eyes to enjoy it, a smile flashed in Wen Xingzhi's eyes, and he snorted with his whole big hand, Le Ning was immediately thrown to the side.

"Wow, Mr. Wen, you've turned bad and started to play tricks on me!" Le Xiaoning opened his eyes, jumped off the high stool, and made a gesture to jump on Mr. Wen.

The two were arguing, and there was a sound of heavy footsteps at the door. Turning around, Mr. Zhao was standing there in a daze, holding the door frame.

Wen Xingzhi put down his grasping hand, Le Ning took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand, coughed and stood up, and calmly glanced around Mr. Zhao.

There is no longer the translucent shadow of the old lady, and it seems that she has passed away.

The resentment was caused by them, Le Ning felt uncomfortable, and said half comfortingly, "Mr., why don't you take a look inside..."

"No." The old man shook his head, feeling very unspirited. "At our age, everything should be prepared long ago. Let the child see her."

The old man shook his head, a little sad, "It's because I can't see through it, I have a clear conscience all my life, and when I am old, I almost do something hurtful, which caused you trouble."

Seeing that the old man seemed to have lost his soul, Le Ning thought of those collections of poems and excerpts that he found in the grievances, the deep love for decades, and there was no response after one party passed away. It was hard to think about it.

He is not good at comforting people, so he had to touch Wenxing quietly.

Wen Xingzhi couldn't help laughing at the kid waving with the back of his hand behind him. He patted the waving hand lightly, signaling to be calm, and then took a step forward, slowly taking over the topic,

The old man only needed a listener now, and it happened that Mr. Wen was very patient, so a few slow chats were very suitable.

The two sat on the armchairs, chatting from flowers to poetry, from the acquaintance of the two old people to the decades spent together.

After chatting for a while, the old man also dug out many books, Wen Xingzhi read the poems and books, and he was able to follow up the old man's first sentence.

The old man vaguely felt that he had met a confidant, and the sadness that filled his heart dissipated a lot.

There was some chatting here, and Le Ning next to him was not very interested in poetry and prose, and was bored looking at the large flowers swaying in the wind.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly seemed to think of something, his brows slowly frowned, and he walked over to a large vat with lotus flowers.

Looking at the especially enthusiastically blooming lotus, his slender fingers slowly slid across the edge of the blue and white porcelain jar.

"Xiao Ning?"

Le Ning instinctively turned around, "What?"

"looking at what?"

Le Ning ran back, "It feels very strange."

"Strange?" Wen Xingzhi walked over a few steps, clasped his knuckles on the wall of the vat, and looked at the blooming lotus and the chrysanthemum next to him, and realized the problem.

"Old man, you grow these flowers really well."

After talking for a while, the old man’s spirit improved a lot, and he nodded nostalgicly as he looked at the blooming flowers, “Yes, the land here is very good, and whatever you grow, you can grow a bunch of grapes in the past, but now it’s good to grow flowers .”

Wen Xingzhi and Le Ning looked at each other, they thought they were well maintained, but the flowering period of the lotus is from June to September, while the flowering period of the chrysanthemum is from September to November.

It's the end of September now, and there are no greenhouses or special cultivation here. It stands to reason that the lotus should have almost withered, and the chrysanthemums didn't bloom so early.

Le Ning pressed his hand on the edge of the jar, obviously feeling a familiar and friendly feeling.

Before, he was still thinking about how Mr. Zhao, a living person who doesn't practice spells and doesn't have any magic tools, can develop such a strong resentment. It's just that it's hard to ask for a while, but now he understands a little bit.

"Old man, can we move this vat? Looking for something."

"Of course it's okay." Although he didn't want to break the grievances from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Zhao was still very grateful to Le Ning and the two who really broke the grievances. He looked around the tank,

"Wait a minute, I'll find a bar to make it easier to move."

"No need." Mr. Wen put his hand on the rim of the tank, stopped Mr. Zhao from moving, and only asked Le Ning, "Really?"

Le Ning scratched his ears, "It's true, but I don't know if it's inside or outside."

It's okay to be outside the tank wall, but if you want to be inside, you have to empty the entire tank to find it.

Mr. Zhao looked at the two people talking to each other, and really couldn't understand what kind of riddle they were playing.

"Mr. Le, what are you talking about? What is there?"

"A thing that is very important to us, we will see the result immediately."

While talking, Le Ning and Wen Xingzhi looked at each other, and then pulled the old man back a step.

Wen Xingzhi clasped the rim of the vat with one hand, and the lower half of the belly of the vat with the other. With a lift of his hand, the porcelain vat, which was half a person tall and weighed over a hundred catties, instantly lifted off the ground.

The lotus swayed, and the whole vat was carried lightly to the bench.

Old Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded. If he hadn't heard the creaking sound of the bench being overwhelmed, he would have thought it was a fake tank.

Can this kind of strength be possessed by humans?

Le Ning, who had seen Mr. Wen's strength a long time ago, didn't even twitch his brows. As soon as the porcelain vat was put away, he immediately squatted over and looked up from the bottom of the vat.

The lotus in the tank is so well grown, the tank has obviously been placed on the ground for a long time, but what is surprising is that there is not much soil on the bottom of the tank, unlike other utensils that are placed on the ground for a few days, grass roots and moss will be covered .

Patting the three ounces of dirt on the bottom of the tank, Le Ning clasped his knuckles and knocked slowly along the bottom of the tank little by little.

Wen Xingzhi held onto the rim of the vat steadily, and waited patiently for a while before asking, "Is there any?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight click from the bottom of the cylinder.

Le Ning buttoned up the piece that fit perfectly at the bottom, and jumped up happily,

"Yes! Found it!"

In Le Ning's slender, white and tender hand, he was holding a piece of porcelain. The white porcelain was almost the same color as his hand, three sides were curved, and one side was straight, which was exactly the same arc as the previous three pieces.

Old Mr. Zhao looked at the porcelain plate, feeling strangely familiar, and seemed to understand something in a trance, "It turned out to be it."

Wen Xingzhi returned the celadon jar, heard this and looked over, "The old man has seen this?"

"Probably." The old man's face showed a look of reminiscence, "I saw it in my dream."

He vaguely remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and he braved the heavy rain to cover all the flowers with cloth, and when he was rushing to go back, he tripped over the vat and drew blood on the rough edge of the vat.

"It turned out to be so?"

After listening to the old man's narration, Le Ning nodded knowingly, probably Mr. Zhao's desire to bring his wife back to life was too strong, so the porcelain tile that felt the strong intention responded to his wish.

Porcelain can't bring people back from the dead, so they can only lend their strength to the old man and build a miasma of resentment.

The grievances have been resolved, and even a piece of arc has been harvested. The current situation of the Zhao family is not convenient for hospitality, so the two stayed for a whole morning and then left.

Shen Yuan was considerate and wanted to send someone to take them back, but he couldn't spare any manpower, so after thinking about it, he simply lent them the car.

A few million cars can be borrowed as soon as they are offered, which is quite generous.

Before leaving, Shen Yuan also sealed a red envelope, but Le Ning confiscated it, because they had already received the most needed reward.

Le Ning obediently sat in the car, watching Mr. Wen and Mr. Zhao talking not far away.

Although the two hadn't known each other for long, they seemed to have forgotten their friendship. Mr. Zhao said something, and Mr. Wen turned his head to look at him.

Le Ning was lying on the car window, when he saw Mr. Wen nodding, he immediately waved his hand, showing a big smile, and the corners of Wen Xingzhi's mouth curved subconsciously.

Old Mr. Zhao looked at Le Ning, who was smiling brightly, and at Wen Xingzhi, whose brows and eyes were as soft as water, with a clear look in his eyes,

"Sir, since it's fate, I have some books that I like very much. I'll give them to you." He went to the room and took out the books.

The thin palm with only a layer of skin left caressed the cover of the book, Mr. Zhao handed the book to Wen Xingzhi,

"I bought this when my old lady and I met. Now give it to you, sir. Sir, life is only a hundred years, and we have known each other by fate. Cherish the person in front of you."

Wen Xingzhi's expression moved, and his deep eyes were lifted up. The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone with a unique light.

That is the kindness and wisdom unique to decades of reading.

After receiving the book, Wen Xingzhi turned around and returned to the car. Seeing his pensive look, Le Ning tilted his head curiously, "Mr. Wen, what's wrong with you? With a serious face, what did Mr. Zhao tell you?"

Wen Xingzhi looked at the person in front of him, fell silent for a moment, shook his head and started the car, "It's nothing."

"Ow."

The SUV goes down the avenue in front of the house, which is the opposite direction from when it came, and you can see the other side of the house.

I saw a vine of unknown purple flowers entwined on the entire snow-white wall. The black tiles and white walls are quite ancient, like an ancient painting that has been passed down for decades. When I came, I was depressed.

The car went straight down, along the main road, this area was full of lotus root fields, the green round leaves were crowded together, you couldn't see the end at a glance, swaying with the wind, cool and enchanting.

Probably because there are so many lotus flowers here and the scenery is good, many people come to visit from time to time, so a sign was erected on the side of the road,

"Folding leaves is forbidden, or you will be fined one hundred."

Seeing one card was enough, but Le Ning saw three cards in succession along the way.

"Mr. Wen, look at the card, the fine is 100 yuan, does it mean that we pay [-] yuan, and we can pick two more?"

……

Even though we had been together for a long time, Wen Xingzhi still couldn't get used to the child's whimsy, he was silent for a moment, "I don't think those brands mean that."

That is to say, Le Ning didn't really pick it. The lotus root flowers and leaves are beautiful but fragile. It will take them a long time to go back, and they may have withered when they take them back.

The scenery along the way quickly retreated, and a row of books in the back seat was blown by the wind from the half-open window, and the pages of the books were turned.

Being idle is also idle, Le Ning pulled out a book with his backhand and opened it casually.

I don't know if it's fate or something, just happened to turn to the middle page, Le Ning glanced at it, and saw a few familiar words.

Le Ning took advantage of the situation and roughly scanned the full text, blinking with some doubts.

It's a bit strange, take another look.

Read it again carefully.

After reading it three times in a row, I finally connected each word and understood the meaning.

Le Ning glanced at the person next to him from a small angle, and didn't know how to react for a while.

That kind of feeling is like looking up at the bright moon, flirting back, who would daydream that the bright and clear moon really fell into his arms.

Mr. Wen's shoulders were straight, and he focused his attention on driving ahead. He felt that the child looked at him for a while, and then looked at him again for a while. He couldn't help feeling a little inexplicable.

"what happened?"

Guessing what the child might have read in the book, he couldn't help but speak softly.

"What did you see?"

It's okay if you don't ask, but when you ask this, Le Ning slams the book shut as if he's been caught as a thief.

Wen Xingzhi couldn't help frowning slightly, so guilty?

After reacting, Le Ning also found that he was a little too excited, there was no silver 300 taels here, and it was just a perfunctory sentence, but now Mr. Wen went back and looked up what he had read.

Looking around, Le Ning said dryly, "Then what, I am suddenly interested in reading paper books, Mr. Wen, please lend me this book for a few days."

If possible, he would like to destroy the book, but it is a pity that Mr. Wen did not buy it, but someone else gave it to him.

The kid's strange appearance is very suspicious, but Wen Xingzhi rarely refuses him, "Okay, if you want to see it, take it."

Le Xiaoning was as quiet as a chicken along the way. He used to have a small mouth that was so good at babbling, as if he had been sealed. He didn't utter a word until he got off the car at home.

In the past, when this kind of time came, Le Ning would try every means to let him stay, but this time he didn't say a word, it was really unaccustomed.

Wen Xingzhi held the arc-shaped tile, looked at Le Ning's erratic back, with a hint of doubt in his deep eyes.