Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

On the way out of the school, I passed the juice stall selling "emotional detox" again. This time there were obviously fewer people around, and a boy in a college uniform was lying on the table and wailing:

"I was knocked out of the game by my brother. How could he do this... How could I hold my head up after I got home... My mother would definitely lend him her new game console to play with." Wuwu... How will this make me hold my head up at home in the future, and how will my five-year-old sister treat her useless elder brother! Wuwuwuwuwuwu..."

The young man who had been dealing with the guests stood aside at a loss with a glass of juice. The old man sitting behind the table wore glasses and lowered his head slightly to listen to the student's vent. There was no emotion of care or impatience on his face, just concentration. Be like a scholar who listens silently to knowledge.

There was even a sacred atmosphere exuding around the entire stall.

Iris recognized this student as a customer who had bought the "Eliminate Despair" watermelon juice here before.

The old man waited for the student to finish crying, then lay on the table and whined for a while. After seeing that he was done whining, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and stuffed a pack of tissues into his hand.

The student slowly raised his head, wiped away his tears, and looked at the old man with his clear and pure eyes washed by tears.

The old man still had the same serious attitude, and his tone was as gentle as a normal old man would treat his juniors:

"So, do you need a potion to take away the 'sadness'? Maybe you'll feel better after drinking it."

So dedicated...

The student was obviously dumbfounded for a moment, and asked quietly:

"What kind of juice is it? Mango juice, orange juice, lemonade?"

The old man shook his head helplessly, leaned forward slightly and said seriously:

"It's a potion."

He held out a snow-white bottle with both hands and handed it to the student opposite, whose eyes were still red.

"Drink it, and your sorrow will soon leave, like a bird that returns to the sky."

The man also twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly:

"Thank you for your kindness, but...sorry, I'm allergic to milk."

After hearing this, the old man pondered for a moment, and then said:

"It seems that this bottle of potion is not suitable for you. It's because I didn't think carefully enough when I made the formula - I should give you another bottle of short-term anti-allergy potion, but this requires reconsidering the issues of cost and profit..."

The student politely showed a smile that was sadder than crying, but the old man said again:

"Well, let me give you a magic spell. The effect is the same as a potion."

The student's eyes were filled with confusion for a moment. The old man looked at the student as if he was not paying attention to the lecture, then closed his eyes and took out a simple wooden staff.

The staff was held in the old man's hand and waved for a long time, and then the tip of the staff tapped three points on the student's shoulder. After the unclear murmurs dissipated, a clear and affirmative conclusion was left in place:

"Okay, the spell casting ceremony is completed."

After all this tossing, the student's thoughts had already flown away from the game console and his five-year-old sister. Under his still moist cheeks, the corner of his mouth raised a cute curve:

"Old man, your magic is very practical."

The old man also smiled:

"So, please come again?"

After calming down and recalling what he had done before, the young student scratched his head in embarrassment:

"It must be difficult for you to start a business at your age. Is the person next to you your child? Or a grandchild?"

Hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and sighed:

"Then what can I do? To support a family, money is indispensable. My wife's life depends on the money I earn from running around to earn a living. Alas..."

Sensing the student's condemning gaze on the young man beside him, the old man remained silent and added with conscience in mind:

"He is my student. I rely on him to help me when I am overwhelmed."

The student knew that he had misunderstood and looked apologetically at the young man who had a look of despair on his face.