Obligations of the elderly

Leaving the Gong's house, Xiliu walked forward, it didn't look like he was going to drive a cart at all, he walked leisurely.

When he got to the station, the bus hadn't come yet—the buses in the town were often late, but there was a black car parked by the side of the road. car.

Xiliu walked straight over, opened the door of the rear compartment and sat in.

The car started immediately.

The interior of the inconspicuous car is very spacious, probably because the leather cushions will feel cold to the touch, and fur cushions are thoughtfully put on the rear seats.There was no one else in the car except the driver. After getting into the car, he didn't say a word, leaned back, and stream closed his eyes to rest.

His house is much farther than Gongsi imagined, and his house is not on the front mountain where everyone can climb in the town, but on the back mountain where there are few people.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small two-story building, which is as lonely as other houses in the town and stands there abruptly. The car stopped in front of this two-story building.

Parking the car firmly, the driver trotted all the way around to the back seat on the other side and came over to open the door for the stream.

"Thank you." Xiliu whispered to the other party.

"You are always so polite, this is what I should do, sir." The driver whispered fearfully.

As soon as his words fell, another voice sounded in front——

"Master, you are back." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a white shirt. He was waiting at the door. Put on your coat, it's really cold here at night..."

Stream didn't object.

Handing out the schoolbag, picking up the coat and putting it on, the stream slowly walked in.

It was a very well-made jacket, an extension of the traditional clothing here. It was longer than the hips, with large sleeves, and the front could be buttoned, tied or opened. This kind of clothing is only worn on major festivals or solemn occasions. Wearing it, few people usually wear it. The one worn by Xiliu looks like a homely style, but even this style is hardly worn by young people, and most of them are worn by people who are a little older.

The stream is very suitable for this traditional clothing.

Probably because his appearance has a kind of classical beauty, and his temperament is also quiet. He is wearing a student uniform inside and a jacket worn by the elderly outside.

Passing the cobblestone path in the yard, he walked into the second-floor building, but instead of changing his shoes or going up the stairs, he went straight to the back of the stairs. It turned out that there was a hidden door there, and someone had already been waiting there. When the stream came over, the man hurriedly opened the door. When the stream passed by, the man still bowed slightly to salute.

"Hello sir."

Nodding to the other party, Xiliu crossed the door and said to the middle-aged man behind him: "Ah Qiang, why do I feel awkward today?"

"what?"

"It's wrong not to let you call, but don't call me master in the future? Do I look old? It's weird to be heard, isn't it." Outside the door is a dense forest.

If the door is the backyard of Xiliu's family, then this backyard is so big that it can take the whole mountain inside!

And another car was parked in front of the dense forest, there were still people waiting there, before the stream and the others were about to arrive, they bowed, the driver opened the door and entered the driver's seat, while the other two opened the door for the stream and the middle-aged man door.

Then the car actually started again.

The second floor before Ganqing was just a door.

After crossing that "gate", Xiliu now has to take a ride to the place where he really wants to rest.

"I'll give you your order later, and I'll ask them to change their words." The middle-aged man named Aqiang whispered to Xiliu, "How do you feel today? It's going to be autumn in Lengshui Town. The weather is getting colder and colder, do you want to..."

"I think it's pretty good." One sentence blocked all the words behind the other party, and Xiliu slightly closed his eyes.

It was pitch black outside the car.

There are no street lights on the side of the road, and I don't know how the driver of this car recognizes the road.In Lengshui Town, everyone thought it was a barren mountain, but there is still a road for cars to drive. If people knew this, it would shock many people's eyes.

The car was quiet, Ah Qiang turned to take out a stack of documents from the briefcase he was carrying, and whispered something to Xi Liu.

Most of the time, Xiliu listened to him quietly, occasionally told him a few words, occasionally asked him a question or two, and occasionally refused something.

Their destination has not been reached until all business affairs have been dealt with.

But soon.

After putting away all the documents, Ah Qiang turned his head, and with a somewhat heavy tone, he whispered to Xiliu: "By the way, old...young master, I have something to tell you..."

"Tell me." With his eyes closed, Xiliu said calmly.

"Your... childhood friend, Mr. Wen Ling... passed away."

Without opening his eyes, Xiliu was silent for a few seconds, and then he spoke for a while, with his usual tone of voice: "Send a memorial ceremony, no signature required."

"Yes."

Closing his briefcase, Ah Qiang was quiet for a while, then suddenly remembered something, he looked at the young man who closed his eyes and meditated, and said again hesitantly: "Well, there is one more thing, although it is a small thing, but I I think I still need to talk to you, young master."

"Say."

"It's about the ingredients I prepared for you earlier..."

"Black-winged cold-water fish... the kind of fish that only grows 500 meters underground in the cold spring in the center of Lengshui Town. You told me to get it a while ago, and I have already done it. There are two more than the number you told me. I have a total of I got seven fish, I don’t know if you want them to be used for ornamental purposes or for food, so I ordered someone to keep them in the "fish tank" in your room, but the person who raised them today went to check and found that there were still four fish left, and that...three were missing... ..." Having messed up the errand, the middle-aged man still bit the bullet and finished speaking.

He thought that the young master would get angry, or look at him cautiously with those slender black eyes, but who knows, nothing happened as expected.

Those slender eyes opened, but they were not looking at him.

"Oh, is that so?" Those eyes looked ahead and landed somewhere.

"Well, don't worry, I will..."

"No need to check, that's it."

"Hey?!"

"Anyway, the person who should receive the fish has already received the fish, although I don't know how he got it." When he said this, the boy's tone was actually brisk.

"what?!"

"The fish tastes good." He licked his lips as he said this.

Ah Qiang was completely confused by Monk Zhang Er.

Looking at his butler who was rarely dumbfounded, Xiliu smiled: "In short, you don't need to pursue this matter, you have already done what I asked you to do, that's all."

Tilting his head, Ah Qiang finally nodded: "Okay."