Young people these days have no manners at all. They put on airs in front of me. Do you think I can tolerate them?
I sat lazily on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, arms crossed, and said to the assistant, "You have no sincerity at all when negotiating business. Get your boss down here, or there's no point in talking..."
The assistant glanced somewhat awkwardly at his boss through the car window and said, "It's not that our boss doesn't want to get out, it's that he can't."
"..."
Seeing that I remained unmoved and did not respond to him, he strode over to his boss's car window, bowed, leaned down, and whispered a few words in his ear.
I guess I'm getting old. Even at such close range, I couldn't hear a single word they whispered to me.
Then the assistant yanked open the car door with a loud "whoosh!"
I then saw the man named Ye Chen, dressed in a suit and tie. His clean-cut face was covered by a pair of large black sunglasses under his short, choppy hair. The lower half of his face was exposed, revealing his three-dimensional features and clean, fair complexion. However, his appearance did not match the Ye Chen or even Zhou Lang that I knew at all. He was a stranger.
Looking further down, her long, slender legs were wrapped in thick bandages.
When the man saw me, he raised his long, slender fingers to push up his sunglasses and nodded politely in response.
However, he did not say any words of greeting.
"Our boss injured his leg a few days ago, so he has difficulty moving around. If you mind, I can help him down."
After saying that, the assistant made a gesture to help the man out.
Seeing that the person who came was not someone I knew, I lost all interest and waved my hand, saying, "Never mind, if it's inconvenient, there's no need to get off the bus. Let's finish the handover as soon as possible and then call it a day."
I really don't enjoy interacting with people.
Especially some unrelated strangers.
Seeing this, the assistant diligently closed the car door for his boss.
The assistant took two thick contracts and explained the terms and conditions to me one by one.
As I was rubbing my temples, bored and with a headache, I inadvertently glanced at the boss inside the car and noticed him leisurely looking down at his phone.
In stark contrast, several women's sweet, cloying voices rang out from the phone: "Brother Ye Chen, your little darling will come to see you tonight!"
“My dear Chenchen, I’m going too!”
"Ye Bao, me too, I'll be going too."
We miss you and love you.
It gave me goosebumps.
I shook my head inwardly with disdain: "Young people these days are all crippled; they can't resist the allure of beautiful women outside."
Finally, Ye Chen seemed embarrassed as he turned to me, who was looking at him with disdain, and then weakly put his phone away.
Then I coughed softly at the assistant, who quickly put away the contract and handed it to me, saying, "Miss, you can take a look. If there are no problems, let's sign this formula transfer contract."
I nodded knowingly, glanced at the contract and, finding no problems, signed it.
After handing over the business to these people, they left several boxes of money in the car for me to check and confirm before they drove off in a grand procession, as if they were in a hurry to be reborn...
"Tch~ Men these days~"
Selling such a good wine recipe to such a novice seems a bit too good for them.
I looked at the boxes of money on the ground, but suddenly felt a bit troubled about how to take them with me. It wasn't that I hadn't seen so much money before. If it were like before, I would be overjoyed.
But now, I feel no emotion whatsoever, not even a hint of joy.
Looking at this small courtyard, it's a place that's only been inhabited for about a hundred years.
To make a living, and to support this ghost named Ranmo.
My memories of this place are mostly of that black ghost, Ranmo, standing around talking without a care in the world, urging me to work tirelessly day and night.
There were also days when we would raise a glass together to invite the bright moon and drink wine together, living a carefree and unrestrained life.
I'm reminded of what Ranmo once said: "No matter who you are, you are alone in this world. Everyone you meet will leave you sooner or later, so you have to learn to be alone."
Having experienced the vicissitudes of life, I have seen countless people of all kinds come and go.
I thought I had learned how to be alone.
But for some reason, after I saw Ranmo off, my heart felt empty... as if it were completely dead.
But those who are alive still have to live on, life goes on, and they have to live it without regrets.
But I have many regrets that remain unfulfilled; I still want to see Zhou Lang one more time…
This is my only and final wish...
But Wen Heng said he wouldn't give me any more chances to see him...
Ha, I've finally become the most useless person.
I stepped into my room, feeling lost and dejected, and began to tidy up my things.
Because they have been homeless for hundreds of years.
My luggage consisted of only some simple clothes and a small wooden box. There was also that single, ever-blooming flower that had never faded in a century.
Even the well-informed Ranmo said that this was nothing more than a dead object protected by the last breath of immortal energy from the Mountain God's Seal.
If this mountain god's seal is destroyed, this flower will immediately turn black and wither.
But for hundreds of years, I have never given up. Holding this flower, I have called out the names of Wen Heng and Zhou Lang countless times. At night, I would bask in the moonlight with it, and during the day, I would fertilize and water it and let it bask in the sun.
But this flower, like a petrified object frozen in its original state, never gave me any response again.
Inside the wooden box were some inexpensive little tokens given by people he had met over the past few hundred years. Inside the small wooden box lay several legendary stories of chivalrous heroes.
I suddenly remembered that this was a storybook written by a reclusive scholar who loved writing. He poured his heart and soul into it, spending half his life on it. At the time, Ranmo and I stayed at his place, eating and living there for free, just to read the ending of his book.
In the end, the hermit was worn down by the bad luck of divine punishment on me and Ranmo, as well as the yin energy on Ranmo. Fortunately, the ending was finished. Out of guilt towards him, I promised to let more people see the unrestrained and joyful stories of the martial arts world he wrote, thus fulfilling my dying wish.
As a result of my lazy nature, I only agreed to their request, but I haven't taken any action yet.
I smiled wryly. It seems I'll have to repay this favor to him in my lifetime.
If this guy hasn't been reincarnated because his last wish wasn't fulfilled, I won't have the face to see him in the underworld.
I carefully put the storybook away, intending to use this mission as my reason and goal to continue living.
The remaining items included jade pendants, paintings, and even stones and bracelets. I took them out one by one and carefully recalled the people and stories I remembered, but I had almost forgotten who gave them to me after so long.
Humans, indeed, cannot withstand the test of time.
Especially for someone like me who has lived for thousands of years.
But when I put everything back in the wooden crate, picked it up, and intended to put it back in a safe place...
With a "thud," a faded wooden hairpin with petals fell from somewhere...
I stared blankly at the wooden hairpin, and the box in my hand involuntarily fell to the ground.
I knelt down and picked up the wooden hairpin from the ground with trembling hands.
I remember the hairpin that the simple-minded boy put on my head back then.
Thinking back to those long-forgotten times with Zhou Lang and his wife is like a torrent of emotions suddenly released from a cage...
Holding the hairpin, I could no longer hold back and burst into tears...
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