After adopting paranoid gods

Ji Tang: "..."

He glanced at the bright "Senior Activity Center" sign, and then glanced at Pei Baizhou who was among the old people.

There is no generation gap between Pei Baizhou and the old people, and they are even happy together.After swiping a pen and writing a poem that everyone admired, I started chatting with them happily.Looks very topical.

Ji Tang frowned, feeling something was wrong.But he thought about it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Pei Baizhou is not only an old man in another sense, but also the oldest among them.

After Pei Baizhou finished talking about poetry with them, he seemed to be talking about Erhu again.He even prepared to play an erhu among them.

Ji Tang stood quietly at the door, not knowing how to bring Pei Baizhou back to his senses.

He clenched the corner of his shirt tightly, a little at a loss.

Although he had gotten along countless times with Pei Baizhou when he was asleep before, he still felt very strange when he faced Pei Baizhou who was awake.

What would Mr. Pei's reaction be to him?

He said so much to Mr. Pei, Mr. Pei... Would you mind?

What's more, his family's ghosts have bullied Mr. Pei.

Ji Tang took a few steps back, scratching her head, feeling a little embarrassed.He wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay here and wait for Mr. Pei.

He is the director of the ghost shelter, and Mr. Pei is one of the members of his shelter.

This is what he should do.

Ji Tang didn't look up at the young man, nor did he call him by name.Just wait quietly.

After a while.

He felt his figure fall into a generous embrace.

Someone wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and his chin rested on his shoulder.The movements are very gentle, and there is the unique tea fragrance of Qingbushan between the arms.

Ji Tang froze suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly.He raised his hand and landed on the other's hand that wrapped around his waist.

"Pei, Mr. Pei...?"

His heart suddenly beat wildly.

Pei Baizhou really woke up this time.It can move, talk, be conscious, and stand completely by its side.

And hugged himself tightly.

Pei Baizhou didn't respond, but chuckled softly.

His voice was pleasant, hoarse and clear, worthy of being a famous scholar of that era.

"you are pretty."

He had imagined countless times what the person who brought him back would look like.

When he opened his eyes for the first time and saw Ji Tang.

I found out that this person is much better looking than I imagined.

Every place is beautiful.

It was the first time someone praised Ji Tang like this, Ji Tang blushed and was at a loss.But then the other party said something that made him even more shy.

"Thank you for bringing me home. I remember everything you said." Pei Baizhou was silent for a while, then smiled: "...Thank you also for helping me take a bath and change my clothes."

Bathing and changing clothes for the other party are shameful things that Ji Tang doesn't want to mention.

Ji Tang: "..."

The roots of his ears were flushed. In order not to let Pei Baizhou continue talking, he turned his head and stared at him.

The young man is very handsome, with an elegant and bookish air.But the upturned corners of the eyes and thin lips give people an evil spirit that is not easy to bully.

The aromatherapy smoke from the house lingered on the young man's face in a hazy way.

He smiled lightly, and the misty white smoke hit Ji Tang from his side.

Ji Tang pushed away the aromatherapy smoke, took a few steps back, and whispered: "Mr. Pei, I know all about it. You're welcome..."

He blinked, looking through the smoke, he seemed to see that the roots of the young man's ears were also a little red.

Ji Tang: "?"

At the same time, the voices of several old people came from behind Pei Baizhou.

Seeing Ji Tang, one of the old people cheerfully said to Pei Baizhou: "Is this young man your friend?"

Ji Tang: "..."

He was afraid that Mr. Pei would say something strange, so he thought for a moment, and quickly said to the old man, "Grandpa, he is my elder brother. I am his younger brother."

Pei Baizhou: "..."

The old man smiled at Ji Tang: "Your brother is really good. The poems and calligraphy written at a young age can make all the old people in our district admire him. And no one has won him in chess. I heard he can play Erhu—”

Ji Tang heard the phrase "young", and was silent for a moment.

Mr. Pei can be Ji Tang's grandfather now.

You can even be the father of these old people.

Ji Tang raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled agreeably: "Yes, my brother is so powerful at a very young age, and I also admire it."

It's a pity Mr. Pei won't grow old anymore.

After chatting with Ji Tang for a few words, the old man saw that Ji Tang might not have much time, so he stopped bothering him.

After seeing the old man leaving, Ji Tang quietly picked up the corner of Pei Baizhou's clothes, pulled it aside and whispered: "Mr. Pei, remember to tell me when you go out in the future. And...don't show yourself in front of others casually, in case It's bad when someone recognizes you."

All the ghosts in the shelter can choose whether to hide their form or not.

But Ji Tang felt that it was better for them to hide their forms.

Pei Baizhou leaned over to take a look at Ji Tang, and chuckled: "I woke up early in the morning, and I wanted to prepare a small meeting gift for you..."

He spread his palms.

Inside lay a very rare four-leaf clover.

The flower language of four-leaf clover is luck.

Youth consider themselves lucky.Able to meet boy after death.

Ji Tang was stunned, and carefully took the four-leaf clover: "Thank you."

Pei Baizhou: "But on my way back, someone recognized me, so I went to patronize their senior activity center."

Someone already recognized Mr. Pei? !

Ji Tang's heart tightened.

Pei Baizhou raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the senior activity center.

An old man sat quietly in that corner.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, with gray hair and shabby clothes.Alone in a dark corner like fallen ashes.

Pei Baizhou: "Actually, it doesn't count as recognizing me... When I passed by here, he happened to be at the door. He pulled the corner of my clothes and felt that I looked like a certain person. He wanted me to come in and sit down."

"Like who...?"

Pei Baizhou was amused by Ji Tang's question: "Just like Pei Baizhou."

Ji Tang couldn't help but said, "Can I go in and have a chat with him?"

"of course can."

Ji Tang walked quickly into the activity center for the elderly.

The so-called activity center for the elderly is nothing more than a small bungalow with several activity facilities inside.

The old man Pei Baizhou mentioned was sitting in a corner with his eyes closed.

Ji Tang inexplicably wanted to chat with the old man.

In this era, apart from books, few people really pay attention to people like Pei Baizhou.

After all, their time has long passed, and most of them have been forgotten.

As soon as Ji Tang approached, the old man opened his eyes.Ji Tang bowed slightly to him, and said with a light smile, "Grandpa is good."

The old man was stunned, and said with a smile: "Hello."

Ji Tang: "I just heard someone say that you are learning about the May Fourth era recently? Do you know a writer named Pei Baizhou?"

"I know, of course I know. I like him very much." The old man nodded vigorously, and thick crow's feet spread out.

Ji Tang: "Coincidentally, I also like Mr. Pei. Then... why do you like him?"

He wanted to talk to the old man more.Maybe we can know more about Mr. Pei.

No one has talked to the old man for too long, making him like a chatterbox: "There is no reason, I like his words, his spirit, and everything he has done to that era."

He lifted himself up with difficulty, and took out a stack of papers from the cabinet next to him.

"Actually, I didn't pay attention to the May Fourth era until recently."

"I've been following that era all my life."

Ji Tang's heart sank.

The old man picked up the thick stack of paper: "These are all things I wrote, stories about that era."

The old man does not have a computer, and all these papers are written by him stroke by stroke.

The paper is not a brand new snow-white A4 paper, but crumpled and yellowed paper, some handwriting has smudged on it, turning it into a black piece, with a little trace of being eaten by moths.However, it can be seen from the traces of various repairs that the old man cherishes this manuscript very much.

Ji Tang's heart trembled, she was very surprised: "You are... so powerful."

The old man shook his head, and his white hair followed suit.

"This manuscript is almost 100 million words. I wrote it very carefully. I went to libraries in various places to check every deed. .”

The old man held the thick paper tightly and sighed softly: "It's a pity...so far no one has been able to see it. I used it to submit manuscripts to countless publishing houses, but none of them were willing to accept it, and all of them were returned. Some even lost my manuscripts, and photocopies were not popular at that time, so I had to rewrite stroke by stroke, a million words.”

"Now that I am old and have no children, no one is willing to accept this manuscript."

"Is it because I haven't read the book? Or do you think I'm too old to write accurately?"

Ji Tang glanced at the paper in the old man's hand.

The paper was torn, and it was difficult to read the words on it.

Indeed, editors in publishing houses are more willing to choose electronic professional manuscripts written by young scholars.

He looked at the lost expression of the old man, and didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

He was also surprised in his heart, it was hard to imagine that someone would be so passionate about a career all his life.

The old man whispered: "You must be wondering why I am obsessed with this. My parents were heroes of that era. They were university professors. Not long after I was born, they were dragged to the execution ground to criticize and beheaded to death. .I want so much to know their stories and to be like them..."

The old man talked too much, and he was a little out of breath for a while, and he coughed a few times before he could continue.

"This year marks the [-]th anniversary of the May [-]th era. But this year, too many things happened that chilled my heart. For example, Hong Kong independence, they threw the national flag into the sea... The heroes of the May [-]th era risked their lives for the integrity of the country, And yet they are desperately trying to divide the country."

"I probably won't survive this year either. My only wish is for my manuscript on the May Fourth era to be published to the world. I want everyone to remember the passionate In this era, continue to struggle and march forward triumphantly."

Ji Tang listened carefully to what the old man said.

He thought for a moment.

The old man has never read a book, and his conditions are limited. Even if he really works hard, the manuscript he writes must have some flaws.The publishing house will definitely not accept it easily.

But it's okay.

Now Pei Baizhou is back.

If the old man could use Pei Baizhou as an example to write a book, the effect would be astonishing.

Pei Baizhou was one of the heroes of that era, and he knew everything about that era, even more accurately than most scholars knew.

What's more, Pei Baizhou was actually standing in front of them.

spanned a hundred years.