Qin Mu left the park but walked eastward. At this time, he had not eaten for a week, but just swallowed a few mouthfuls of snow. His muscles that had been practicing martial arts for many years were no longer knotted, but were as skinny as bones. When outsiders looked at him, they would never know that he was a martial arts practitioner.

At this time, the weather was cold and the road was covered with snow. He walked along the way, but he did not avoid the dangerous shoals or feared the mountains. He just walked straight towards the rising sun and along the Yangtze River. If the sky became dark, he would sit cross-legged on the ground without regulating his breath. He just felt silent like the dark night.

Although Qin Mu is a martial arts practitioner, he is not a bad body. How could he not eat, rest, and travel through mountains and rivers like this? In just three days, he felt weak all over, and even his consciousness was blurred. When he stepped on the ground, he was like stepping on cotton, without any force, and he was tilted.

On the morning of the fourth day, he came to a village. Jiangsu has rich resources and a coastal province. The farmers are relatively wealthy and they all gather together. You and I built two or three-story small buildings one by one. However, the young people in the village were unwilling to live in the village. They either went out to school or went out to do business and work. The elderly were inconvenient to their legs and feet, and they were not willing to go out when the weather was cold. Therefore, when Qin Mu arrived, every family closed their doors and no one was walking on the road.

Qin Mu didn't care. At this moment, he had only the obsession with moving forward and did not stay. He just staggered slowly along the path of the small village by the river. At this time, his face was stained, and his shoes under his feet were as if they had just been fished out of the water, without any warmth. When others saw it, they probably felt that even the word "beggar" was not enough to describe his embarrassment.

He was walking on the road, but he heard the sound of bells behind him. He wanted to avoid it sideways, but he only walked with a breath of energy. When he thought, the energy was relieved, and his eyes turned dark and he fell down.

Qin Mu did not faint, but heard someone shouting in his ear: "I didn't hit you, are you trying to mess with me?" After waiting for a while, he began to say, "Okay, okay, I'm unlucky. Get up, how much does it cost to say, and what does it look like to fall on the ground." After a while, the man hurriedly put his hand on his forehead and looked at it carefully on his wrist. Finally, he cursed and said something local dialect, and felt that he was being carried to a tricycle and walked on the road. The stability of these three wheels was too poor. He shook his back for a few sways and completely fainted.

Not long after, I felt someone pouring ginger water into my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I found a man in his sixties and seventies staring at him with an unlucky look on his face, holding a bowl in his hand. When he saw him wake up, he was relieved and immediately started yelling again: "It's not that I'm hitting you, don't even think of cheating me. I just couldn't stop the car in Xueli and slid all the way to you. You fell off before the car arrived."

After hearing this, Qin Mu just smiled, nodded slightly, and said, "I know it's not you, I want to thank you for saving me, what's this?" While speaking, he looked around.

When the old man heard this, a smile appeared on his face and said, "This is my home." After saying that, he seemed to think of something again, and muttered, "I originally wanted to come up with a morning market to sell some fish, but I didn't know I met you."

When Qin Mu heard this, he understood where the fishy smell that was lingering at the tip of his nose when he was unconscious and the smooth touch at his hand came from. His face became a little stiff. After holding it in for a while, he said, "My man, you still have to buy fish in this weather."

Qin Mu asked this, which was not considered polite. He just looked at the decorations of the house and found that although it was just an ordinary rural house, the materials used for building the house were all good, the space was large, and there were even some exquisite decorations in some places. The owner must be fine. For example, the old man in front of him, if he retired from an employee, or even a farm staff or an ordinary farmer, he often had a little pension or pension insurance, but there was no need to do any business. Moreover, every family in the village is resting now, and there is no one on the road, so he went out to sell fish. If he hadn't encountered any difficulties, there was really no need to do this.

The old man knew what Qin Mu asked, and he had no intention of hiding it. He just lit a cigarette with great sorrow and said, "Isn't this my son going to get married? I thought it would be difficult for him to buy a house in Shanghai. I had to get some money to avoid the couple's life being hard."

He was originally frowning, but when he talked about his son getting married, he smiled happily. He looked at the cigarette in his mouth and said, "In order to apply for a grandson, I only dare to smoke the big front door. Not to mention, it feels a little bit more delicious when I smoke." After that, he took another big sip.

After hearing this, Qin Mu seemed to think of something and said, "Uncle, it's quite hard to raise a son for so many years."

When the old man heard this, he slapped his thigh and cursed: "I won't be able to live a day when I raise that bastard! When I was a child, I was making a fuss at night. I got bigger and went up trees and went into the water. Even if I grow up, hey! I still know how to be friends, and other girls' parents came to me."

He cursed, but his eyes were full of smiles. After saying that, his expression slowly calmed down and said, "Now he is almost thirty, so I don't need to worry about anything. When he comes back, he can't say a few words. After his mother left a few years ago, he came even less. As he gets old, he finally settles down to a quiet place." His eyes suddenly became lonely.

Seeing this, Qin Mu stopped talking. He just finished the ginger tea and had a meal with the old man. He began to help him deal with the live fish in the yard. Those who make aquatic products often make unsold fish into mature food. Although the old man is not a big business, he also wants to stock some pickled fish for his son during the Chinese New Year. Therefore, he couldn't catch up with the morning market today, so he took the opportunity to make this.

Although Qin Mu had never done this much, he had seen many places in Shantou at home. In addition, his martial arts practitioners were flexible and accurate, so he did it quickly and well, and the smile on the old man's face never went down.

The two of them were busy all afternoon, and the old man persuaded him to keep him for dinner, and asked him to stay in a room for a night before letting him continue moving forward.

Although he continued to move forward, he was no longer in such a state of ignoring everything. Instead, he thought about it all the way.

This old man spent his whole life raising his descendants. Although he was hard and tiring, he was also satisfied and happy. He could not be said to be unhappy. Once he had no worries, he felt nowhere to settle down. Qin Mu had come to this world, as if he was walking from hell to heaven, with a harmonious family and a worry-free life. He once thought that this was what he was pursuing. Now, when he saw this old man, he seemed to be awakened. This suffering is hell, and isn’t happiness also a cell. People in the world often think that suffering will end soon, but happiness will never end, so they are often ignorant of their nature and worry about gains and losses, but there is no constant in this world.
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