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Chapter 187: Compassionate Gods Save World-Weary Believers (20)

Time seems to pass quickly in this memory.

Before Qingning and Xiaobai had time to take a closer look at the soft little breast dumpling, the original breast dumpling had already grown into a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.

Time has worn away the childishness of his childhood, and what has returned to him is the vitality of a young man.

He always had a smile on his lips, but he was always holding back some bad ideas, and from time to time he would tease his family with harmless pranks.

But this time, he obviously didn't have time to make such a joke.

He had just come out of school, deliberately avoided the people who came to pick him up, took a small path and went into a dark alley, bought two kilograms of loose wine at a nearby liquor store, and walked towards a bookstore in the depths with his schoolbag on his back.

Qingning and Xiaobai followed him step by step to that remote place.

Seeing the leisurely look on his face, Xiaobai couldn't help but tugged on Qingning's collar and asked him: "Tell me, if he always walks to this remote path, will anything happen to him?" 】

【Won't. 】

Qing Ning replied with great certainty, staring at the vigorous young man with gentle eyes, and said softly: "He is a child favored by the gods. In this world created specifically for him, he will feel The good thoughts from this world towards him. 】

Listening to his intimate voice, Xiaobai shook his big tail in disgust and stood obediently on his shoulder again.

Qingning ignored his reaction and followed the young man step by step.

In fact, he already knew the reason why the young man avoided everyone and came to this remote place, but he didn't want to tell Xiao Bai.

The young man came here for only one purpose.

He came here to meet a madman who was rejected by the world.

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After walking for who knows how long, the young man arrived at a shabby wooden door.

He tentatively knocked on the door with the rusty knocker, "Old man, are you at home?"

There were several noisy sounds from inside the door, and then a red-faced little old man with a beard stared at him with a frown.

"Little baby, how many times have I told you, old man, that I write all these things casually for fun, so just take it as a joke. Why are you just trying to figure it out like me?!"

The little old man drank a lot of wine, and when he opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of low-quality alcohol, rushing straight towards the young man, and the smell was extremely strong.

The young man was obviously used to the little old man's appearance. He shook the two kilograms of loose wine he had just bought in his hand, his dark and deep eyes shining brightly.

"It's weird old man, I brought the apprenticeship ceremony this time!" The young man's eyes were bright and he begged: "I really, truly want to learn from you sincerely!"

The little old man stared at the wine in his hand for a long time, smacked his lips and said, "Little baby, I'll explain it to you in advance!"

"Little old man, I am lazy by nature and addicted to alcohol. I have no intention of accepting an apprentice to inherit some messy mantle. At most, I will teach you some unimportant things."

When the young man saw him saying this, he knew that he was relieved, his eyes brightened even more, and he quickly handed him the two kilograms of loose wine in his hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't become a disciple, then consider this wine as my tuition fee!"

The little old man held the wine jar as if he had found a treasure, with a smile on his red face: "You little kid, you look pretty good!"

After he got the wine jar he wanted, he naturally wouldn't refuse to let the young man come to his little shabby yard.

The young man was not polite to him. After getting his permission, he followed him inside and stepped into the "madhouse" he had always wanted to see.

To his surprise, this "lunatic asylum" was kept extremely clean, and a few scattered wine bottles were piled neatly in the corner, not showing any signs of clutter.

Perhaps seeing the young man's surprise, the little old man snorted from his nose: "What? I don't know how to clean up my house?!"

"How could I have imagined that the strange old man who always looks unkempt would still clean up the place where he lives?" The young man was not polite to him and joked: "After all, the strange old man doesn't look like someone who knows how to clean a house."

The little old man snorted dissatisfiedly and did not respond to the young man's words.

"If you ask me, strange old man, you should have let me come in earlier to see where you live, lest I suspect that you look sloppy!" The young man felt that he was familiar with the little old man, and he committed the problem of speaking without restraint again: " It hurts me so much to shut me out so many times earlier!"

"Hmph..." the little old man glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Your kid is building relationships every day, just like how familiar he is. He's not bad looking, but he only has bad ideas in his belly."

The young man smiled and did not deny his evaluation of himself.

Seeing that he acquiesced, the little old man walked quickly towards a more remote place with the wine jar.

The young man didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately followed his footsteps.

He saw the little old man stopping in front of a small, bumpy earth house, and asked him doubtfully: "Old man, why did you bring me here when you have nothing to do?"

The little old man glanced at him dissatisfied: "I asked you to follow?"

"I didn't pay the tuition, I have to learn something!" The young man was not polite to him, and his cheerful smile was clearly displayed on his face, making people unable to bear to take action.

The little old man looked at him like this and felt even more angry. He pursed his lips and snorted heavily: "If you want to see, just follow me. If you don't want to see, just get out and stay. Don't wait here, it's an eyesore! "

He had said so, so naturally the young man would not let go of this opportunity and followed behind him, being so well-behaved.

The two of them entered the dilapidated earthen house one after another. Qingning glanced at Xiaobai who was shrinking, grabbed the back of his neck, caught him and followed them.

Compared to how tidy it looks on the outside, the inside of the earthen house can be said to be completely messy.

The A4 white paper was rolled into a ball and thrown carelessly on the ground. The wastebasket was filled with discarded and torn manuscripts.

This looks like some writer's room.

This idea came to the young man's mind, and he looked around the room with curious eyes.

After noticing the young man's little action, the little old man was not anxious. He just knelt on the ground and held the discarded, changed, and torn manuscripts, and said calmly to the young man: "You kid may not believe it. Old man, when I was young, I was a writer with great ambitions."

The excessive amount of scrapped manuscripts almost buried him, and his cloudy presbyopic eyes shed tears unconsciously.

He held his scrap manuscript and said to the young man: "Boy, I remember you asked me something before. You asked me... what is something worth pursuing in a lifetime."

"I was too lazy to reply to you at that time, and I didn't want to reply to you, but now I can tell you frankly..."

He pointed at the mountains of scrap manuscripts piled up in the earthen house and said to the boy: "These... are the things worth pursuing in my life."

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