After the New Year, it is not far from the real New Year's Eve. Ye Shengge has no feelings about the New Year. Before, when he was in Chenxi Mountain, this Taoist genie might have been in seclusion even on New Year's Eve. He has never cared about such things. As for Li Fuyao, a guy who doesn't even have any ideas about the New Year.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Li Xiaoxue's family in the house next door came to the door to invite Ye Shengge and Li Fuyao to have the New Year's Eve dinner, saying that Miss Ye and the little girl had eaten so much breakfast. For the New Year, they were only two of them, and it was too deserted.

Li Fuyao didn't want to step into the house again, but after Ye Shengge happily agreed, Li Xiaoxue came to pull Li Fuyao's sleeve again and insisted on letting him go.

In the end, there was no way, and Li Fuyao walked into the house again.

After many years, I saw the middle-aged man whose face had not changed much in that house again. Li Fuyao, wearing a blue shirt, looked calm and did not drink wine while eating the New Year's Eve dinner. It was probably because Li Fuyao didn't want to drink it. The middle-aged man felt bored while drinking alone, so just half an hour later, Li Fuyao got up after finishing the meal, did not leave the courtyard, but just sat under the eaves and looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Ye Shengge was eating slowly and chatting a lot with the woman. In addition, Li Xiaoxue had three people, so she wasted some time on the table.

The middle-aged man wearing a thick winter clothes brought a basin of hot charcoal and placed it in front of Li Fuyao. He sat next to Li Fuyao, stretching his hands on the brazier to keep warm.

Li Fuyao didn't say anything.

But the middle-aged man with the same surname as him smiled and said, "Don't you feel uncomfortable living in the house that Miss Ye rented?"

Li Fuyao said calmly, "The children of the world don't care so much."

The middle-aged man nodded, "But Miss Ye can't tell at all that she is a female hero who walks around the world. She thinks of the kind of lady from a wealthy family. With such generous actions, I think even if I walk in the world, my family background will not be too bad."

Li Fuyao thought about it, and finally nodded.

"The young master is not like the kind of young hero who walks around the world."

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and smiled unabated.

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "Where is not the same?"

The middle-aged man said for granted: "Where are there heroes who don't drink when they go out?"

Li Fuyao pinched the corner of his clothes before stretching out one hand to bake it. "I also drank when I left the master's sect at first, but later I encountered some things and thought about it myself, and I felt that drinking was not good."

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, "This is the truth, but I still don't hear much."

Li Fuyao didn't care, but just rubbed his cheeks, and then became a little lost.

The middle-aged man picked up the iron tongs beside him and took out the brazier, then whispered: "Actually, there are not many people who are like the young master who are already traveling around and traveling around. Actually, there are not many young masters who should not have reached the championship yet, right?"

As for Guanyi, whether it is the Great Zhou or Yanling, it is actually the same. It is only twenty times before the Guan. Li Fuyao left Baiyu Town and was only sixteen years old. Now three years have passed, and he is only nineteen years old. It is still one year away from Guan.

And the ceremony of the crown is a relatively important day for ordinary people.

However, it is not that important for the monks on the mountain who have a lifespan of hundreds or thousands.

However, Li Fuyao still said softly, "It's nineteenth this year."

The middle-aged man who was purging a fire brazier shook his hands and quickly recovered as usual. Then he took back the tongs and sighed.

Li Fuyao looked at the man whose hair was already a little white with a complicated expression in his face.

During those years, this man brought some gadgets every day when he came back from outside, either a rattle, a small copper ring, or a string of candied haws. Compared with the woman in the house, this man who had been studying for many years had a much better temper. What's more, this man always seemed to have a few pieces of candy hidden in his arms. When he was jumping back to the small courtyard in front of the house, the woman must scold him loudly, but this man always took out a clean cloth veil to clean the face of playing outside on the day. Then when he stretched out his hand with a smile, he took out two pieces of candy from his arms with a gentle smile.

One was for him and the other was for the woman.

As for himself, he never eats candy.

Then the woman would definitely tell him loudly that eating the candy would cause his teeth to break, and he would not take the candy. Finally, he would let someone with two candies and listen to the man telling a story happily.

In those years, Li Fuyao was able to make a living by storytelling in Baiyu Town. Apart from the ability to go to the storyteller for advice, he could really survive because of these stories that this man heard from the mouth.

In fact, before this man started business, he was actually the storyteller in the restaurant in Luoyang City. He saved up a considerable amount of money and started other businesses by storytelling. Now this family business is probably earned little by little by little by little by little by little.

In fact, even Li Fuyao at that time was wondering why this man could tolerate the woman's temper?

But I didn't think about it for too long.

After sitting under the eaves for a long time, the middle-aged man said at the end, and after thinking about it, he spoke: "To say something has nothing to do with the young master, if I am still alive, I should be the age of the young master."

Li Fuyao turned his head and looked at him.

The middle-aged man put a few pieces of charcoal into the brazier and said gently, "That boy, when I first named him, my wife said she could just call him whatever she wanted. If I hadn't been unwilling, she gave him the word Fuyao. Maybe even if he is alive, he still feels that his name is not likable. Why is it called Fuyao? The story is a story I heard when I was young. It said that there is a fish in the Beihai, called Kun, which is very big, and it is the largest fish in the Beihai. Of course, I don't know if it is true. The story says that one day, when this Kun grows big enough, it will turn into a bird and go from Beihai.

I flapped my wings in the sea and became a Peng. Even if I became a bird, it was actually the biggest bird in the world. This story ended here. I think the meaning is really good, but I can't name the boy Kunpeng, it's not good. Later, I heard a poem in Luoyang City. I don't know which scholar wrote it. Anyway, who wrote it differently? There are not many other things in Yanling, and the most are scholars. There is a sentence in the poem that goes straight up to 90,000 miles. I like it very much, so I decided to use the word Fuyao. So when I named the boy, I used these two words.

Li Fuyao, what do you think, young master?"

Li Fuyao nodded, "The name is good, but how did that young master Li die?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Die? Didn't I say that boy is dead?"

Li Fuyao's heart tightened.

The middle-aged man immediately said, "It's just that the family was in trouble and was sent away. However, it's only such a young child, and it's hard to survive after being sent away."

Li Fuyao asked casually: "What's the problem? I'm going to send my biological son away?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "It is easy to live in Luoyang City, but it is not easy, so it is naturally not easy. When a kid encountered something before, I don't know if he should be lucky or bad. If it weren't for that matter, even if this kid was a little unpromising, he would probably be able to grow up carefree."

Li Fuyao remained silent and did not continue asking, but just pinched the corner of his clothes and looked at the brazier in front of him.

The middle-aged man sighed, "No matter what, I'm sorry for him."

Li Fuyao suddenly asked, "If you ask you to choose again, how will you choose?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and was about to speak when a loud noise rang out in the distance in the night.

One after another, there were sounds.

It turned out that it was already after midnight, and every household was lighting firecrackers.

Just bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

The sound of firecrackers came one after another, and they were heard endlessly.

Colorful fireworks appeared in the sky.

The little girl Li Xiaoxue ran out of the house. Regardless of the heavy snow in the yard, she stood in the yard and looked up, looking at the colorful fireworks, her little face full of expectations.

The middle-aged man shook his head, picked up a oil-paper umbrella beside him, went to the yard to support his daughter, and stood beside the little girl. The middle-aged man quickly picked up the little girl and looked up at the sky together.

Ye Shengge walked out of the house and stood beside Li Fuyao.

The woman had never been interested in this kind of thing, so she did not go out.

Ye Shengge asked in an extremely low voice: "Li Fuyao, what have you talked about?"

The sound was not loud, and it was blocked tightly by the sound of firecrackers, so it was not heard by the second person.

Li Fuyao stood under the eaves and shook his head, "What else can I say? It's just useless words."

Ye Shengge smiled without saying a word.

Li Fuyao looked at the fireworks blooming outside, but he didn't plan to speak.

Ye Shengge suddenly spoke, "Li Fuyao, the little girl told me before that their family never sets fireworks. She doesn't know why, do you know?"

Li Fuyao was stunned and frowned slightly.

Ye Shengge smiled and said, "It seems that it is because of you."

Li Fuyao laughed at it.

He doesn't know why the little girl doesn't set off fireworks at home now, but a long time ago, the reason why the little boy didn't set off fireworks was because the child named Li Fuyao couldn't smell the smell of gunpowder.

So during those years, fireworks never set off in this house on New Year’s Eve.

As for now, it may be because of this.

as always.

Li Fuyao had a smile on his face.

But not much, it is also very light.
Chapter completed!