Grumpy Cat's Way Home

"What are you afraid of?" the fox asked softly before she left.

"Yeah, what am I afraid of?" Song Xi also asked himself.

When returning to Xiaozhulou, Song Xi was still thinking: what am I afraid of?

The old monkey called her and came back to his senses.

"I just looked at my mark, and the time here has indeed passed a year."

"But in terms of feelings, there is no difference in the length of time between a day outside and a day inside." The old monkey talked about his experience.

"In a sense, your place can be regarded as a fairyland." Song Xi said.

"Yes, I have to go, thank you for causing you trouble." The old monkey apologized.

"Don't say that, I ruined your dream, I should apologize." Song Xi replied.

"What can be destroyed is not a dream. I know the difference between a dream and a delusion." The old monkey said sincerely.

"If you have time, come here to learn from each other and promote each other."

"See you."

The old monkey walked towards the direction out of the valley. Compared with it, his back looked heavy and bleak.

One month after the old monkey left, Song Xi lived a peaceful and comfortable life again.

Accompanying the old monkey for a trip to the world, not only did the old monkey gain something, Song Xi often thought about the dreams and delusions that the old monkey said.

I also have some insights, although I don't know what I am afraid of, maybe, I can try to reverse the operation and see if I can find something.

One day in May, Song Xi finished practicing and opened the door.

Songxi usually does not close the door from morning to night, only when practicing, and hangs a sign that reads: knocker S, open the door if there is something to do.

There was an old monkey squatting outside the door, with a fruit basket beside him.

Inside the fruit basket were bundles of things wrapped in moss, which couldn't be seen from the outside.

Seeing her coming out, the old monkey stood up and called out enthusiastically.

Song Xi was a little puzzled, the old monkey obviously didn't come to compete, this posture seemed to be visiting relatives.

Let the person in, make a cup of tea, and after exchanging pleasantries, wait quietly for his next words.

"Sister, I picked these ginseng during this time."

"They say this can help... practitioners can not only prolong their lives, but even..." the old monkey secretly glanced at Song Xi.

"Even what?"

"Even rejuvenation, of course, this is definitely an exaggeration, but it is definitely possible to make people look younger."

Song Xi recalled that the co-author of the old monkey gave her Zhuyan Pill.

It seems that the appearance of his own deity has left a shadow on him, and it may affect the appearance of the world.

At the same time, there was a warm current in her heart. The monkey actually wanted to make her look better. Although it was childish, it was still cute.

"I can't take this, it's too expensive." Song Xi pushed the basket back to him.

"Not expensive, there are a lot of them."

"Where?" Song Xi seemed to see a watermelon field again.

"Brother Hu's place, but he guards the forest and is under strict supervision. I also sneaked and robbed them."

"I really can't collect these, or you can tell me where I am, and I'll pick them myself." Song Xi's eyes brightened instantly.

The old monkey hesitated for a while, but finally seemed to have made up his mind and nodded.

"I'll take you there tomorrow, and the harvest season will be over soon. If you miss it, it will be September and October."

"Okay, that's it. Do you need to prepare anything?"

"No, I have them all over there." The old monkey replied.