I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Dad, Dad, can you not go, Dad...Dad..."

Crying, the young man called out to his father,

"……Eh……"

His eyes were still red, the middle-aged man responded, his eyes became more and more painful, tears kept gushing out, fell on the ground, overflowing into Yin Qi,

"...Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Painful and guilt-ridden, the middle-aged man trembled even more, suppressed his crying, and said.

"...Dad...Dad, let's go home...Dad...Let's go home..."

Then hurriedly raised his head, with some crying, the young man said to his father again,

"...Dad, let's go home, okay? Let's go home now...I'll go home and cook noodles for you...cook noodles..."

Even more anxious, the young man said to his father, pleading with tears in his eyes.

The middle-aged man looked at his son, was silent, paused, nodded,

"...Okay, let's go home, we'll go home now..."

The middle-aged man answered and said.

……

Putting down the skewers of grilled wings, Lian Ge sat back at the table again,

He just watched the father and son quietly, listening to the mixed voices in his ears, and didn't make a sound to disturb them.

"……thanks, thanks……"

On the other side, the middle-aged man turned his head again, looked at Lian Ge, thanked him,

"……thanks, thanks……"

The young man also followed, saying gratefully to Lian Ge and to the old man next to him,

Looking at the father and son, Lian Ge shook his head,

"Bring that bowl of noodles."

After saying something aloud, Lian Ge didn't say anything more.

"……thanks……"

The middle-aged man thanked him again, turned around again,

Looking at his son, with some pain and guilt in his red eyes,

"...Baby, I'm sorry. Dad was wrong, Dad hurt you..."

After a pause, the middle-aged man spoke again.

"...Dad, let's go home, let's go home, Dad..."

The young man turned around and picked up the packaged noodles, then turned his head, looked at his father, and said again,

"……it is good."

The middle-aged man looked at his son with red eyes, then responded, followed his son, and then moved his feet away.

The two walked down the steps on the side of the street, walked along the road, and walked into the distance.

The three ghost messengers waiting by the street turned their eyes and looked at the father and son who were walking away. They paused, then turned their gazes back, and waited quietly as before.

"...Dad... When we get home, let's have noodles together..."

"……it is good."

The voice of the words faded away, and the figure of the father and son gradually faded away.

……

Listening to the voices mixed with the gusts of breeze, and watching the father and son walking away, Lian Ge turned his gaze again and looked into the distance.

Next to him, the old man standing bent over looked at the middle-aged and young people who had gone away, stood up again, and sat down at the table again.

In front of him, the noodles and soup left in the noodle bowl were already cold.

Picking up the chopsticks again, he looked at the two skewers of grilled ribs on the table,

The old man lowered his head again and ate the already cold noodles in one bite.

Chapter 889 Old Man, Stall Owner

"sough……"

The breeze disturbs the branches and leaves, the charcoal fire in the oven flickers on and off,

A few flying insects were still undulating around the incandescent lamp, casting faint shadows on the ground.

Sitting at the table, Lian Ge picked up a skewer that was also colder, and ate casually, listening to the sound of the breeze coming from his ears, and looking at the figure under the light.

In front of him, on the table, the little white mouse, full of food, still stood upright with its forelimbs, holding the skewers in its hands, turning its head from time to time, and lowering its head from time to time, holding the skewers and stuffing them into its mouth.

at another table,

With his back to Lian Ge's side, the old man was sitting hunched over, holding chopsticks in his hand, and eating the last remaining cold noodles in the bowl.

Next to it, it's quiet, only the street with some noise from the breeze blowing,

The three ghost messengers were still waiting quietly.

……

The action was faster, the old man picked up the noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks, and gradually finished eating.

Holding the chopsticks in his hands, he picked up the noodle bowl, and the old man took another sip of the cold noodle soup in the bowl,

Putting down the bowl, he paused for a moment, then the old man turned his somewhat cloudy eyes to look at the two strings of ribs placed beside the table,

The two strings of pork ribs in the plastic bag were already getting colder, and the hot air that escaped turned into water droplets on the plastic bag in the bag.

Move a little faster, and drink the noodle soup in the bowl again,

The old man put down the noodle bowl and the chopsticks he was holding,

Raising his head, he followed the quiet street and looked somewhere in the distance. A smile appeared on the old man's face.

After a pause, the old man withdrew his gaze, reached out to pick up the two strings of ribs in the bag, and stood up from the stool again.

……

"...Young man, thank you for this bowl of noodles."

"...The old man still has a long way to go, so it's better to eat a bowl of noodles before walking."

Lian Ge was sitting at the table, still listening to some noises in his ears, looking at the lamp, casually eating the skewers in his hand,

The old man got up from the stool, turned around, walked up to Lian Ge, stood still, and thanked Lian Ge.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the old man, smiled at the old man, and responded aloud.

Hearing the sound, the old man paused,

Looking at Lian Ge, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he still didn't make any sound.

"……thanks……"

Just hunched over, the old man thanked again,

"...then I'll go first...thank you."

The old man spoke and thanked him again.

Lian Ge looked at the old man, put down the skewers in his hand, stood up from the stool,

"The old man goes slowly all the way."

Looking at the old man, Lian Ge said again.

The old man nodded, stood up again, turned around,

He lowered his head, looked at the two strings of ribs in his hand and put them in a bag, then raised his head, looked into the distance,

A smile appeared on the old man's face again, and he moved his feet away.

Walking down the steps on the side of the street, walking along the quiet street, walking towards the distance at a slightly faster pace.

……

Looking at the street lamps, the shadow of the old man on the ground was lengthened and then shortened again, and the hunched figure gradually walked away.

Lian Ge turned his gaze back again.

Immediately following, waiting on the side of the street, the three ghost messengers who followed the old man watched the old man walk away, watched Lian Ge turn his gaze back, and walked forward respectfully.

"...I waited to see the Celestial Master. The Celestial Master came, but failed to meet him from afar, and hoped to forgive my sins."

The three ghost messengers bowed in front of Lian Ge, and said respectfully.

Lian Ge nodded, then turned his gaze, walked along the quiet street, glanced at the old man who had gone far away,

"Come to pick up that old man?"

"Report to the celestial master, as the celestial master said."

The leading ghost messenger responded respectfully, paused again, and then said aloud,

"...He did a lot of good deeds during his life and accumulated great merit. He should die tonight. Under the jurisdiction of the Exit-Entry Administration Office of the humble prefecture, the person in charge of the immigration department and the Wuliang area came to pick him up according to the regulations."

Respectfully, the leading ghost messenger bowed to Lian Ge and said.

"Give him some more time, so that he can go where he wants to go."

Lian Ge said something aloud, then turned his gaze back.

"I obey the orders. Dare I ask if the Celestial Master has other orders?"

The leading ghost messenger asked respectfully again,

Lian Ge shook his head.

"Teacher that day, I will take my leave first."

The ghost messenger said respectfully again.

Waiting for Lian Ge to nod his head, the three ghost messengers took a few steps back, and then suddenly disappeared from sight.

……

Watching the three ghost messengers leave, and then looking at the deserted street,

Lian Ge turned his gaze back, sat down at the table again, picked up the skewer from before, and ate casually,

Turning his head, he looked at the little white mouse in the direction where the ghost messenger left, then turned his head back, facing the skewers he was holding, and started to eat.

There was only one person and one mouse left in the booth, and then quiet down.

A gust of wind blows,

The branches and leaves of the trees on the street collided, making some rustling noises,

The charcoal fire in the oven was flickering and flickering, making some crackling noises from time to time,

A few flying insects kept circling the hanging incandescent lamp.

……

At this moment,

On the quiet street, under the street lamps, Dao's figure appeared again,

It seems that it turned from a side road to this street.

Along the quiet street, the figure was limping, limping, and staggering slightly,

From time to time, he limped and ran towards this side, but from time to time he had to stop,

Just stop for a moment, and quicken your pace again,

The pace was staggering, running and stopping, the figure was limping, panting heavily, approaching.