The Daily Life of the Immortal King

"I always think Wang Ling is a very good boy. He doesn't make trouble at school. He is very peaceful. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. I hope that this time, after the special hardship subsidy from our school is approved, it can really help Wang Ling. Classmate. With the talent of classmate Wang Ling, I think as long as there are enough resources, it is not a problem to enter the Golden Core Realm." When Teacher Pan said these words, he reached out and rubbed Wang Ling's head, making Wang Ling's face His expression was a little sad again...

The old man nodded: "Mr. Pan is very reasonable. No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education! Lingling has always been the pride of our royal family."

Teacher Pan smiled and nodded, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Afterwards, the old man sincerely invited Teacher Pan to go shopping upstairs in the villa. The two were chatting and laughing, while Wang Ling followed behind them with a calm expression. When Teacher Pan walked to the study, Wang's father and Wang's mother, who were hiding inside, held their breath at the same time.

"Mr. Pan, what's wrong..." the old man asked.

Teacher Pan pointed to the study room and felt a breath: "There seems to be someone inside?"

Wang Ling sweated, and quickly spread out a force to cover the breath of Wang's father and Wang's mother. Teacher Pan sensed it again with his spiritual sense, and found that the breath he had felt before had disappeared again, so he frowned strangely: "Hey, it's strange..."

The old man smiled awkwardly: "...Maybe it's a mouse."

Teacher Pan was shocked: "There are mice in this villa?"

The old man sighed helplessly: "In the suburbs, it's not uncommon to have mice. This girl is rich in protein and can be eaten anywhere else. When the family couldn't afford food, I used to catch mice and bake it for my child's father. eat."

Teacher Pan: "..."

"..." Wang Ling suddenly realized that the old man's calf-pulling skills were a bit strong.

...

In the chatter and laughter, it was almost noon, and Teacher Pan and the old man came downstairs.

"Mr. Wang, I have two more students to visit in the afternoon, so let's go here first today." Teacher Pan looked at the old man and smiled.

With this smile, the old man was a little absent-minded. Seeing that Teacher Pan was about to walk to the entrance, the old man hurriedly grabbed Teacher Pan's hand and said, "Mr. Pan hasn't eaten yet, do you want to stay and eat a little?"

"This... how embarrassing..."

As the old man said, he had already pulled off the apron on the hanger: "It's just a light meal, how about the sweet and sour pork ribs set?"

Teacher Pan's expression changed a bit. The old man's words were like an arrow, hitting an old photo album in her memory. This old photo album is very worn and has turned yellow, and the pages of the photo paper are so blurred that even the faces on it can't be seen clearly...

Teacher Pan finally stayed, but his expression was obviously a little different from just now.

A sweet and sour pork ribs set...  

This should be my favorite food when I was young.

How could this person know?

Is it a coincidence?

Teacher Pan fell silent, just sat quietly in the living room and waited without speaking to Wang Ling. Just looking at the old man's busy figure in the kitchen with a bit of fascination.

The old man was carrying a kitchen knife. There were mottled wrinkles and several obvious old wounds on his old hands. Whether it was the left hand holding the chopping board or the right hand holding the knife, they were covered with calluses.

Needless to say, Teacher Pan can also guess that the old man's occupation is an old cook who has been in the business for at least dozens of years.

Teacher Pan just quietly recalled that the old photo in his memory seemed to have some outlines. The old man has already prepared the simple meal resolutely.

This is a sweet and sour pork rib rice bowl. The red pork ribs are soaked in the crystal clear soup. The pork ribs are covered with a translucent golden coat, which exudes a refreshing taste. It just smells the aroma, but Can't help but accelerate the secretion of saliva.

Mr. Pan stared at the spare ribs, and his eyes were obviously distracted and absent.

"This rice bowl is my specialty. I haven't made it for a long time, so I don't know if it still tastes right." The old man took off his apron and sat opposite Teacher Pan.

"Teacher Pan, try it!"

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang."

Teacher Pan ate the meal in small bites, and then took a bite of the spareribs. The pork ribs cooked in the hands of the old man are very soft and melt in your mouth, but the taste seems to be a little special, especially when the juice is washed in the taste buds, it has a cool taste, which is unbearable. Stay hungry.

"It's really special." Teacher Pan was full of praise: "Why does this sweet and sour pork ribs have a cool feeling?"

Mr. Wang: "I just found out that the sugar at home is gone, and then I replaced it with Jizhi syrup."

Teacher Pan: "..."

Wang Ling: "..."

Before leaving, Teacher Pan stood at the door and bowed deeply to the old man: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your hospitality. Your cooking is great."

The old man was a little sentimental: "Welcome Teacher Pan to be a guest next time."

"Definitely." Teacher Pan stood at the gate of the Wang family's villa, smiling slightly. The afternoon sunlight reflected on her face. She gradually loosened her originally tight brows, and there was a flickering light in her eyes, which was extremely soft. The old man said goodbye solemnly, then slowly turned around and left.

Looking at this scene, Wang Ling knew that the story of first love, which had spanned many years and spanned time, had come to an end at this moment.

The old man just stood at the door, watching Teacher Pan walk along Donghuang Road to the bus stop.

At the end of the story, Teacher Pan still failed to recognize who the old man was.

But all this seems not so important to the old man.

...

In the middle of the night, the old man sat in the living room and dug out the first love letter from that year. On the back of the love letter, stroke by stroke, he wrote his final farewell to his first love.

This is the first and last hymn...

Whether it was the beginning of the throbbing,

Or the end of unrequited love now,

The feeling of leaving for more than 30 years,

The ending has been written.

...

I suddenly forgot the beginning of that pursuit,

But it's hard to forget your young face,

Write a full stop for those thirty years of youth,

Everything is so beautiful.

...

Youth, first love...

These two books seem a bit rushed.

But fortunately, the last bit of full stop.

I clicked on the colorful cloud,

May you be happy, like that rainbow,

your happiness is the sun in my world……

In the bedroom, Wang Ling quietly watched the last hymn written by the old man.

At this moment, Wang Ling suddenly understood something.

The most beautiful love is not to be with the person you love, but to look at the rainbow in the sky happily after the storm of love, watch you step on the rainbow of seven colors, go away a little bit...