"Do you guys know that there are three stages of death!" Wang Mu said seriously.

"I said, Lao Wang, today's story will begin, how can you just talk about these unlucky things?" Ershuangshuang said dissatisfiedly, "It's raining today, and it's rare for guests to leave so early. We still want to hear that wonderful story!"

"Why are you anxious? Listen to me after I finish speaking. Don't you think I'm talking very 'Zen'?"

"What kind of Zen? Didn't you sell it from chicken soup articles before?" Situ Yuner rushed to mutter, "A heartbeat means physiological death."

"Then it should be: the end of the funeral means death in the social sense, and when you are forgotten by the last person in the world, it is death in the true sense." Shi Shi Si added.

"You all know after a long time of trouble! I thought I was the only one who knew!" Wang Mu said embarrassedly.

"What about us dust-crossing people?" Ershuangshuang muttered suddenly.

"Dust Crossing the Dust?" Everyone was stunned and soon fell into deep thought again.

"We have all been remembered in our past lives, and now we live again as a new identity. It feels really a bit philosophical!" Shi Shisi said self-deprecatingly.

"Okay, don't be treacherous at night, just listen to me telling stories!"

But when Wang Mu was about to open his mouth, the door of the teahouse was pushed open.

"Customers are here!" Everyone was surprised. Who would have been here if it was so late?

Shi Shisi looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a long gown and gray hair standing at the door.

"Strange, why does this feeling seem familiar?" Shi Shisi murmured in his heart.

Seeing this, Wang Mu suddenly changed his color and respectfully greeted him, "Lao Zhou, why are you here? Sit down quickly, fourteen, Shuangshuang, prepare tea for the guests."

"Yes!" Seeing Wang Mu's attitude, Shi Shisi and others reacted quickly. Ershuang brought the elegant seat, Shi Shisi presented his specialty flower tea, and Situ Yuner came over and looked at the unshaven uncle in front of him curiously.

"Why are you here? Of course I miss the fragrant tea here." The old Zhou said, and slowly sat down, "Maybe I won't be able to drink it in the future."

Wang Mu skipped a beat, and his hand holding the tea shook unconsciously, and the water dripping also dripped outside the tea tray.

"It seems that I am old too!" Wang Mu put down the tea tray and lowered his voice, "Lao Zhou, have you decided?"

"Yes, I'll go back to the union tomorrow."

"It seems that I haven't convinced you after so long!"

"There is no way, you know I am stubborn." Lao Zhou said, subconsciously looking at the raindrops outside the window. It was already late autumn, and the sorrow of separation easily surged into his heart.

"The autumn wind and rain are so sad. I didn't expect it to be so cold this day so soon." Wang Mu looked at Lao Zhou and asked, "Do you want to taste my rice wine?"

"If the rice wine is bought from the supermarket outside, then forget it!"

"How is that possible! This was brought to me by a guest from another place a few days ago. I promise to your taste, I said fourteen!"

"Shopkeeper, it's ready." Shi Shisi took out a small alcohol stove from the counter with an antique wine pot on it.

Flames were sizzling in the small stove, and soon the wine inside gradually spread due to the increase in temperature.

"This little brother, how can you prepare this rice wine for us in the future?" Lao Zhou asked curiously.

"Sorry, I lived in Jiangnan for a long time in my previous life, and I have a clear understanding of Wu Nong's soft words. This gentleman should be a Shaoxing person. Isn't it very appropriate to drink some wine from my hometown when I am so sad?"

"Old Wang, it's better to see it at first sight than to hear it." Old Zhou showed a rare smile on his face, "I heard that there was a master in your teahouse, and now it seems that it is indeed worthy of its name."

"I dare not, sir, over-reputation."

"Without wine, there is no food. I remember that Lao Wang should have a few 'sausageless young men' in his refrigerator, which are just paired with chrysanthemum wine..." Situ Yuner interrupted.

Unexpectedly, Ershuangshuang, who was beside him, quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry! I couldn't help it last night and accidentally entered my stomach." Ershuangshuang apologized.

"Uh, this..." Wang Mu's face also turned slightly red.

"Lao Wang, I'm not a diner. I'm not a diner, so I'm not really particular." Lao Zhou waved his hand, "Let's go on some small plates!"

Soon, peanuts, fennel beans, and standard configurations in Shaoxing small wine shops were placed in front of everyone.

"This taste is really authentic." Lao Zhou picked up the fennel beans and put them in his mouth and chewed them.

"Of course, they were all fired by Fourteen themselves."

"Then I have to thank this little brother again." Lao Zhou thanked again, "By the way, Lao Wang. You can take out your small blackboard!"

"What little blackboard?" Shi Shisi said curiously.

Wang Mu looked embarrassed and waved his hand quickly, "Old Zhou, there is not much money, do you still remember it?"

"How could you forget? You'd better take it out!"

"Okay then!" Wang Mu said as he walked into the bar, rummaging through the cabinets, and found a small blackboard full of dust from it.

"That's it!" Wang Mu handed over the small blackboard.

Shi Shisi also came over to take a look and saw that the small blackboard said: Lao Zhou, the total amount of money owed to wine is: 36.10 yuan.

"Even these few cents are calculated so clearly, it is really Lao Wang's style!" Shi Shisi couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Look at what you said, am I such a stingy person?" Wang Mu quickly defended, "This is all Lao Zhou's intention."

"Yes, I'm the least willing to owe anyone money!"

"But in fact, I would rather you always owe the debt!"

"Okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore!" Old Zhou said while taking out his cell phone from his pocket.

Seeing this, Wang Mu suddenly changed his color. "When did you learn how to use mobile payment?"

"To pay back your money!" Old Zhou's face showed a smile, "But I have been studying for a long time and finally know how to use it. Come on, give me your payment code!"

"What payment code?" Wang Mu said excitedly, "Look, you already know how to pay mobile, you can keep up with the footsteps of this society. Then why do you still have to undergo that surgery!"

"Surgery?" Several people in the teahouse were also shocked.

Shi Shisi thought of Uncle Man who had been escorting before. At first, he also wanted to remove the memories of his previous life, but at the end, Uncle Man also realized the responsibility he shouldered, so he gave up the surgery to remove the memories.

But the person in front of him seems to be persistent in his opinion.

"Mr. Zhou." Shi Shisi said.

"Just call me Lao Zhou."

"Okay, Lao Zhou. It is not easy for us to become a dust-crossing person. I think there is nothing wrong with living like this as a dust-crossing person!"

"No, my wish has come true. So it's time to return life to this middle-aged man." Lao Zhou replied calmly.

"In fact, Lao Zhou is a relatively rare dust-crossing person." Wang Mu explained, "Maybe because he was awakened, his spiritual power in his previous life was too strong, and instead covered his memory in this life."

"Is this still the case?"

"The manager of the Dust Crossing Union soon discovered him and after realizing his true self, he specially arranged a suitable life. However, his original identity no longer exists."

"So that's it. What is Lao Zhou's original identity?" Situ Yuner said curiously.

"Old Zhou, I think you look like a person." Shi Shisi's mind was filled with inspiration, "Long gown, yellow wine, black-sailed boat, this temperament. Mr. Zhou, are you Brother Xun?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that I had been hiding for so many years. At the end, I wanted to feel the original life, but I was still discovered by you." Lao Zhou smiled bitterly.

"You are really Mr. Zhou!" Shishisi and the other two stood up, and the expression on their faces instantly became serious.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm really embarrassed to offend me so much just now." Situ Yuner and Ershuang also quickly apologized.

"Everyone, what are you talking about?" Old Zhou said unhappily, "The Dust-Flowering People here are not a great talent in history. They are more than a few times better than me, a poor scholar."

"Okay, Lao Zhou is just an ordinary dust-feeding man. Let's sit down!" Wang Mu also explained.

As Shi Shisi and others sat down again, this late-night wine tasting began again.

"Old Zhou, is it because of this weather? Such a major decision, you must be cautious!" Ershuangshuang advised.

"Thank you, Miss Shuangshuang, but I'm sure this time."

"Do you think you have been forgotten by this society?" Situ Yuner asked.

"How do you say this?"

"Once upon a time, all Chinese textbooks were your masterpieces! I never suffered less and more from your articles when I was a child. But now, your traces are getting fewer and fewer."

"That's right, you can't see your works in the textbooks of compulsory education without realizing it."

"Isn't this very good? A sentence like 'One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.', let the children follow it, and it is not a misleading child?" Lao Zhou smiled mockingly.

"The boys don't know the taste of sorrow, and want to write new words to force me to say sorrow." Shi Shisi also smiled, "They just don't understand the context at that time. If you think of the creative background of "Autumn Night", then one after another, the symbolic meaning of going one after another will not be difficult to understand."

"It seems that you know myself better than me! Aren't you afraid that this is an over-interpretation?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Yes, it's really a bit out of place just to let the children interpret the profound and difficult things."

"Maybe!" Shi Shisi said casually, "A "Scream" dispels the "Wandering" of that day, and "The Flowers and the Evening Collection" of "Wild Grass" is lush."

"Fourteen, it seems that I should toast you a cup." Lao Zhou said as he raised his cup and said, "It's really hard to find a confidant when he meets you!"

"On this autumn rainy night, it's really a different taste to be able to drink this cup with Mr. Zhou." Shi Shisi also smiled and picked up the wine glass.

"Yun'er, why do I have a little bit of understanding what these two people are saying?" Ershuangshuang asked Situ Yun'er in a low voice.

"Sister Shuangshuang, I'll give you some more lessons in the future! You have lost a lot of this cultural course."

"You little girl!" Ershuang couldn't help but squeeze Situ Yuner's thigh meat.

The pain made Situ Yuner almost scream. However, in order not to disturb the current atmosphere, she still held back the pain and glared at Ershuang.

"Fourteen, it seems that your literary attainments are far above me. I believe that your previous life should be a talented person. At least you can't escape the category of migrant poets." Lao Zhou praised.
Chapter completed!