Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Mr. Zhou's arrival put the two of them into working mode.

Sugo was very grateful to him and wanted to become his disciple, but he tried to persuade him in every possible way, but to no avail.

Song Yue joked, "Shushu, do you know how many disciples our master has accepted in his lifetime?"

Su Ge naturally didn't know.

"not even one."

Su Ge looked at Mr. Zhou and understood that since he did not accept any disciples when he was young, there was no need to expect him to accept disciples on a whim in his later years.

"I'm sorry for being rude, but in my heart, you've always been my teacher. If you have anything to say, please feel free to ask."

Mr. Zhou didn't really care. What was the point of the young man's promise? The purpose of coming out had been achieved, and leaving was just a matter of choosing a day.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If Yi Fengbai wants to know the answer, he can only find it himself. If he comes to me one day, I will tell him whatever he wants to know.

He has no control over the affairs of Miaojiang, and as long as he doesn't cause trouble for the Zhou family, he is unwilling to get involved in these disputes.

He was like a Buddhist old grandfather who would answer any question in a very specific way. Su Ge even wanted to take out a small notebook to write down every word he said, and with his heart beating, he took action.

A little surprising, but not too obvious.

"If you have any questions, please ask them. It's time for me to go back."

Song Yue: "It's so sudden, is there something urgent?"

Mr. Zhou smiled and shook his head, then sat in his seat and waited.

Although Song Yue had been with him for more than a month, he was still mysterious and always very tolerant. She couldn't understand his characteristics, as if his existence was only because he or others needed him.

Leaving suddenly now always makes her feel like closing the textbook and it’s time to take the exam alone.

There is no need to describe in detail a student's attachment to books, because there is always someone who can empathize with him.

Seeing him now is like reading a book a few minutes before an exam, eager to find and solve all the problems that can be thought of.

Mr. Zhou didn't have so much time to answer questions. He picked out a few questions and stood up. There was no way he could keep me.

"Yue girl, I think you and I have a good eye for each other. If you have time, you can come to our place and take a look."

He took out the jade pendant he had prepared long ago and handed it to her: "Since you are Xinxian's apprentice, you are also considered a member of our Zhou family. This jade pendant is a symbol of your status. Take good care of your master on weekdays."

Su Ge deeply felt the sense of separation, and from now on, he had to be prepared to be separated forever.

Having seen off many patients in the hospital, she had become indifferent to life and death. So even though she was reluctant now, she couldn't show too much emotion.

"Whenever you leave, I'll see you off."

Old Zhou moved his lips but said nothing. He just looked at Su Ge and said earnestly, "Young man, you have a long life ahead of you. Follow your heart... Alas! Enjoy life while you can!"

When Sugo heard what he said, he thought he was going to die in the next second.

But he did not dare to underestimate the wisdom of an old man, and nodded vaguely in cooperation.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Old Zhou walked out of the courtyard, like a messenger who could hide in the dark night without disturbing anyone.

When he got to Yi Fengbai, he said the same thing, but explained more. He always felt sorry for this child and wanted to do his best to make his life better.

The same jade pendant, but also a book.

"When you're free, come back and see me. I'm afraid we won't see each other very often, and I don't have much to say to you."

He took out a wooden box and handed it to him: "Give these to your master! I owe him too much."

Yi Fengbai seldom experienced family affection, and with his grandfather, who only lived in his memory, he let go of everything, and all his original resentment disappeared.

It seems like I truly understand the saying "A son wants to support his parents, but they are no longer there."

I hugged the old man, who was no longer tall and majestic, tightly, and finally said, "Grandpa, can you stay and accompany me a little longer?"

It was a long-lost feeling, as if I was holding him in my arms when I was young, patting his back gently.

"This isn't the place for me. If you encounter any difficulties you can't overcome, just turn back. I always hope you can live well. If you don't have anywhere else to go, just come back and stay with me, an old man. There are still people at home who can help you."

A muffled voice was heard, and Mr. Zhou pulled him away and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After looking at him lovingly, she left resolutely. One could see a hint of desolation in her back alone.

After watching him leave, the two of them went in two different directions.

Mr. Zhou’s last stop was still the Honglu Temple.

"Grandpa, are you leaving?"

"It's time to go back. Look after your cousin and make sure the higher-ups don't find out. I can't stand seeing you follow in your aunt's footsteps. You're a steady person, so all the brothers and sisters in the clan should look after you."

Xiao Xinpan interrupted him: "Grandfather, why are you saying this? My brothers and sisters-in-law are taken care of by our uncles and aunts. Besides, you can still manage the affairs. Why are you thinking of slacking off so soon?"

Old Zhou smiled, clenched his fist and punched him on the shoulder: "Good boy, your grandfather can't be lazy even if he wants to? Those hard work should be left to you young people. You still want me to do it for you? No way!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Okay, I have to go now, don't see me off."

……

Prime Minister's House.

Lu Qian stared at the old wooden box, his knuckles white with exertion. He paced back and forth, seemingly thinking, yet also hesitant.

Finally, he handed the box to Yi Fengbai.

"Where is he?"

Yi Fengbai knew he would have some reaction, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of reaction.

"I think he left."

Upon hearing this, Lu Qian ran out without hesitation.

Yi Fengbai followed closely behind.

The man on horseback saw the boy's anxious look and stopped him. Matters between adults should be made clear, and it is better for children not to get involved.

Yi Fengbai returned to the mansion with a nervous heart, unable to figure out what the connection was between his master and his grandfather.

Outside the city, Lu Qian stopped at the upright figure.

When people saw it, they stopped in their tracks. They hadn't seen it for decades and didn't know if it still looked the same as before. Since he returned the wooden box, it must have been an acknowledgement of his identity.

He called out tentatively, "Master."

Old Zhou turned around and when he saw the person coming, he narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down.

"Shan Zhao is here. Why are you standing so far away? Come over here and let me take a look."

Lu Qian listened to his old voice, his white hair shining brightly in the moonlight, his hands and feet shaking uncontrollably, and he couldn't even take two steps forward.

Mr. Zhou just thought he was still angry, so he could only walk over by himself.

Seeing his master walking towards him, he only thought of his good side. He no longer cared about the past and only felt that it was his rebelliousness that made the old man lonely and helpless.

Old Zhou looked at the man in front of him who was no longer young, and put his hand on his cheek, as if to smooth out all the wrinkles.

"Grown up and mature."

"Master!"