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    "I've been very busy recently. I'll go back to Nancheng when Jiusi turns one year old."

    Wen Shiyu didn't mention being hospitalized. He just felt cold occasionally and didn't want her to worry, so he was discharged from the hospital the next day.  The day before Jiusi's first birthday party, he returned to Nancheng.

    After lys and lyg declared bankruptcy, they were integrated into the He Group.  The head office moved to Jiangzhou. Fu Chaosheng was unwilling to go to Jiangzhou. He said that he could only fight and kill, but could not do business, so he stayed in Nancheng and opened a bun shop next to Cheng Ji and Rong Li's stores.  , selling red bean buns.

    The business in the store is very poor, but it doesn¡¯t matter. He can produce and ¡°consume¡± it by himself. He also hired a clerk named Xiao Yu.  .  .

    Xiao Yu is a sunny young man with great ambitions. He often tells Boss Fu that one day, he will expand the territory of Fu's Steamed Bun Shop to all parts of the country. At this time, Boss Fu just eats steamed buns and looks at the sky, expressing his feelings.  Very uninterested.

    Today¡¯s first customer came to the door, Xiao Yu put down the rag in his hand.

    "welcome."

    The guest came in. He was wearing white clothes and black trousers, like a handsome young man walking out of a painting.

    "Hello."

    He is also a polite and humble young man.

    "Want to buy steamed buns?" Xiao Yu asked the customer, "What flavor do you want?"

    The guest shook his head: "I'm looking for your boss."

    "He's upstairs." Xiao Yu turned around and shouted to the stairs: "Boss, someone is looking for him."

    After a while, a head came out from the top of the stairs. He first looked at who it was, and then retracted his head.

    "you come up."

    Wen Shi met Lou.

    This store has three floors. Fu Chaosheng bought the entire store. There was a chair placed in front of the window on the second floor, with the back of the chair facing the window. He sat on the chair with his hands on the back of the chair. The window was open and he looked outside.

    It often rains in March in Nancheng. Even if it doesn¡¯t rain, the sky is always dark and gloomy.

    "Is business okay?" Wen Shiyu asked.

    "Not good." Fu Chaosheng rested his head on his head and looked at Wen Shiyu. The weather was too humid and people became lazy, so he felt a little sleepy. "Last month, I lost 5,643 yuan."

    He is not a business person.

    Wen Shiyu pulled up a chair and sat down: "Don't you plan to change your career?"

    He shook his head: "I have nothing to do."

    He likes this store now. The windows on the second floor face the road below. Lying on the window, he can see the cars and all kinds of people coming and going on the road.

    He said: "I have saved a lot of money. I just don't want it anymore. I don't need to save any more money."

    He plans to stay in this shop until he grows old and dies.

    He is just a wisp of soul, stupid and dull: "Why are you looking for me?"

    "I have a question for you."

    He didn¡¯t speak. He rested his head on his arm and remained silent.

    Wen Shiyu asked him: "Which life is this for you?"

    He seemed to be hesitating, and after a long time he shook his head: "I don't know."

    This is not the first reincarnation of Tang Guang and Rong Li. He doesn¡¯t know if he can meet them in every life, or if he has met them but forgotten them.

    When did he start having intermittent memories, when was he nine years old?  Still fourteen?

    ¡°I don¡¯t remember, he¡¯s not good at remembering.

    He only has one soul and can¡¯t remember much: ¡°I only remember Xiao Bai, I remember Tang Guang, and I remember Fifth Girl.¡±

    Wen Shiyu asked: "Who is the fifth girl?"

    "It's also light."

    It¡¯s Tang Guang from another mortal world.

    "Are there Rongli in that life?"

    Fu Chaosheng's memory is already very blurry: "No, but there is Ali."

    "How are they doing?"

    "No." He suddenly felt sad, "The girl died, and I sent her ashes to Yucong Mountain. Ali guarded her for fifteen years and died next to her ashes."

    Ali is the wolf of Yucong Mountain.

    Later, everyone forgot about the girl and the wolf. Only the snow in Yucong Mountain still remembered the white wolf running in the snow and the smiling girl.

    The person lying on the chair suddenly straightened up.

    "The light is here."

    Fu Chaosheng likes the windows on the second floor, where he can see everyone who walks into the store.

    He got up and went downstairs. After walking a few steps, he turned back and asked Wen Shiyu, "Who are you?"

    It should be from the skyThe coming God.

    Wen Shiyu said: "I am you."

    Oh, he got it.

    He ran downstairs: "Guangguang."

    Xu Tanxi came with Rong Li. She was holding a canvas bag in her hand, and Rong Li was behind her, holding Dangdang in his arms.

    "How is business?" Xu Tanxi asked.

    Fu Chaosheng shook his head: "Not good."

    "We went to grandma's house and brought a lot of side dishes." She put the canvas bag on the table, "This is for you."

    Fu Chaosheng lives alone and never cooks.

    He was very happy, picked up the bag and hugged it, a little silly, like a child.

    "dad."

    When Dangdang was one year old, he already knew how to call him daddy.

    Rong Li hugged him with a very standard posture: "Huh?"

    Father and son are wearing the same sweatshirts. Dang Dang is obedient and quiet. He hugs his father¡¯s neck and doesn¡¯t move around. He talks like a baby.

    "Dad, bag."

    There are not many words for party meetings.

    He has always been a Rongli, and he can understand most of the monosyllabic Rongli: "Do you want to eat steamed buns?"

    Dang Dang nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

    Rong Li carried him to get the buns.

    Wen Shiyu went down the stairs.

    "èÃèÃ."

    Xu Tanxi raised his head and smiled: "Uncle."

    She was standing not far from the door. Behind her, the wind was blowing and the wind chimes were tinkling.

    Wen Shiyu remembered the first time he saw her.

    If only life was like the first time we met, if only it was like the first time we met.  He had begun to be afraid, not of separation, but of her crying in front of his grave.

    His life was not long, he only lived forty-two years. He fell asleep. In his last dream, he returned to the Baili Mountains in Xiqiu and was buried there. Xiaobai cried at his grave for a long time.  .

    "Little uncle."

    It was Yao Yao, kneeling in front of his tombstone, crying and shouting: "Hong Ye, Hong Ye"

    He had not shaved his bones, so he could hear her words in front of the grave after his death.

    "I'm sorry Hong Ye, I'm sorry."

    It turns out she knows.

    ¡°Then does she know that there is a black cat in the Baili Mountains? He loves a white cat very much.

    The Wen family in the imperial capital met and died when Wen Shi met.

    In the Nine Heavenly Light, the disciples under the seat of Wanxiang God Hongyi, God returned to the position.

    All the disciples from the Wanxiang Temple were waiting on their way back to Tianguang.

    "Welcome to the Lord Hongye."

    He was dressed in red and came with all the dust of the world: "Master, can I be in the hall?"

    The disciples all wanted to speak but stopped.

    In the distance, a woman walked slowly, wearing a long black skirt and a long black jade hairpin.

    Hongye asked: "Who are you?"

    She didn¡¯t answer.

    A group of disciples raised their hands and saluted: "I have seen the deity."

    God?

    Hong Ye saw the symbol of the Hongyan God under her black skirt: "Which hall are you the God of?"

    "The Temple of All Forms."

    The woman's bones are extremely beautiful and her expression is calm. Against the backdrop of the sky, she looks like a still ink painting.

    She stepped forward and said, "I have met my senior brother."

    Chanting

    This is the first time Hong Ye has heard this name. He rested in Tongquan Bay for ten thousand years before he came to the mortal world. In these ten thousand years, everything in the sky has changed.

    He went to check the ancient history books, and there were only a few words in the history books: Qisang, the god of Zhefa, was moved by his emotions and was demoted to the mortal world.  The Wanxiang God respected Ling Ling and had no rash thoughts, so he was demoted to the mortal world.

    They both suffered the punishment of the God-killing Karma Fire at the same time. Before activating the Karma Fire, Chong Ling left a divine edict: From then on, the ninth level of heavenly light will be judged by both Yin Song and Hong Ye.

    Chanting is Chong Ling¡¯s rib that was transformed into a god, and he is also the last disciple of Chong Ling¡¯s collection.

    After Hongye read the history books, he went to ask the chanter: "Why did the Master Zhefa descend to the mortal world?"

    She sat under the peach blossom tree, brewing a pot of tea and drinking it.

    There were no flowers, grass or trees in the Wanxiang Temple ten thousand years ago. The peach blossom tree was planted later.

    "Senior brother, haven't you read the history books?"

    "See it."

    She stretched out her hand to take a peach blossom and put it into the wine: "Just like what is written in the book, you can move your emotions rashly."

    There are rumors in Tianguang that Qisang fell in love with a date on the jujube tree in front of his palace, but as for Zhongling, no one knows how he fell in love, and who was the person who made him fall in love?

    Hongye asked: "Who is that person?"

    She swung the tea in her cup: "How do I know?"

    Hong Ye didn¡¯t ask anything.

    Chanting is like a heavy rib, she is also a stone, without a heart.

    The fifth level of heavenly light is in danger of the temple.

    Yuenv's disciple Heyuan Shenjun was guarding in front of the temple. When he saw the visitor, he hurriedly saluted: "This disciple has seen the chanting god."

    Chanting, he arrived in front of the temple in an instant: "Is your deity here?"

    "exist."

    She entered the palace.

    Moon Girl is pounding the marriage stone: "Why are you here?"

    "I'm here to ask you for the same thing?"

    Yue Nu stood up: "Do you want it?"

    "Soul Chasing Lock."

    Chong Ling has lost his soul and cannot form any contract. The only way to find him in the twelve mortal worlds is to use the Soul Chasing Lock.

    "Didn't you already¡ª¡ª"

    Chanting: "I still owe you a word." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?Who is it?

    Hongye asked: "Who is that person?"

    She swung the tea in her cup: "How do I know?"

    Hong Ye didn¡¯t ask anything.

    Chanting is like a heavy rib, she is also a stone, without a heart.

    The fifth level of heavenly light is in danger of the temple.

    Yuenv's disciple Heyuan Shenjun was guarding in front of the temple. When he saw the visitor, he hurriedly saluted: "This disciple has seen the chanting god."

    Chanting, he arrived in front of the temple in an instant: "Is your deity here?"

    "exist."

    She entered the palace.

    Moon Girl is pounding the marriage stone: "Why are you here?"

    "I'm here to ask you for the same thing?"

    Yue Nu stood up: "Do you want it?"

    "Soul Chasing Lock."

    Chong Ling has lost his soul and cannot form any contract. The only way to find him in the twelve mortal worlds is to use the Soul Chasing Lock.

    "Didn't you already¡ª¡ª"

    Chanting: "I still owe you a word." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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