"Ah Yan, listen to me. I've taught you almost everything I know.”
"You're still young, so you might not be able to learn much, but these are all real skills. Don't forget them."
"Grandpa, I've even done a divination before. There might be a great disaster soon. When the time comes, you have to be careful. Don't reveal your skills."
In a dilapidated wooden house, a dying old man was lying on the bed and talking on his last breath. After he finished speaking, he swallowed his breath.
Chen Yan, who was left behind, looked at the old man in front of him. He didn't know whether to move or not.
After a long time, he finally accepted all the information in his mind.
It turned out that the name of the dying old man was Chen Tianyi.
He was a famous fortune-teller in the city before the war.
After liberation, under the call of the country, he simply stopped fortune-telling and changed his profession to become a worker.
However, just as everyone thought that this former fortune-teller had lost all his tricks.
Chen Tianyi had passed on all his skills to his grandson.
As for why he didn't pass it on to his son.
It might be because the old man had revealed too many secrets when he was young, resulting in no good fortune in his old age.
Whether it was his son or daughter-in-law, after giving birth to Chen Yan, their only son, they left first.
Until now.
Chen Yan was the only one left in the Chen family.
"Old Master, take care. Since I've transmigrated and inherited all the skills you taught me, I can be considered half a grandson of yours."
After Chen Yan figured out what had happened, he resolutely took responsibility for the old man's funeral.
At this moment.
The door suddenly opened.
"Bang bang bang…" Bang bang bang."
"Chen Yan, do you need any help?”
A slightly familiar voice came from outside the door.
Chen Yan got up and opened the door.
When he opened the door and saw the person standing outside, he was stunned again.
The person standing outside the door was none other than Yi Zhonghai.
Chen Yan finally understood.
Not only did he travel to the 1960s, but he also traveled to the world of love courtyards.
Well, it seemed that the days in the future would not be so easy.
As he thought about it, Chen Yan quickly returned to his senses.
"Grandpa Yi, my grandfather has left. Please help me contact the people at the crematorium. I'll pack up my grandfather's belongings.”
"Alright, leave it to me. Xiaoyan, don't be too sad. When your grandfather was alive, he loved to say,'Life and death are fated, wealth and honor are in the heavens'. If you are too sad, he will not have a good time in the afterlife.”
Yi Zhonghai patted Chen Yan's shoulder and did not say anything else. He turned around and went to the street office to contact the staff of the crematorium.
Chen Yan closed the door and returned to his room to pack up some of Chen Tianyi's belongings. He would bring them to the crematorium to burn for the old man.
Of course.
Old Master's many treasures.
For example, he also packed up the books such as the Complete Understanding of the Yi Level, Plum Blossom Math, and Introduction to Talismans.
However, these were not for burning.
The old master had only brought him into the family when he was alive. Later on, he still had to rely on these books to cultivate his skills.
Logically speaking, Chen Yan could not understand these books.
Fortunately, the old man had left behind a notebook of his own cultivation experience.
As long as he focused on learning, there shouldn't be any big problems.
......
In the afternoon.
The crematorium staff arrived.
He dragged Chen Tianyi to the crematorium.
Chen Yan naturally followed.
Even though he had transmigrated.
But no matter what, she was still indebted to the old man.
Even if it was a master-disciple relationship, he still needed to repay the favor.
......
After returning from the crematorium.
Chen Yan looked at the courtyard in front of him.
He sighed deeply in his heart.
From now on.
He would have to live alone in this courtyard house.
Although he had the skills passed down by the old master.
However, whether he could live a good life or not depended on himself.
He thought about it.
He strode into the courtyard house.
In the front yard.
Yan Bugui was reading a book.
Seeing Chen Yan return.
He sighed.
Yan Bugui was one of the few intellectual members in this courtyard.
In the entire courtyard, he was the only one who could talk to Chen Tianyi.
Compared to the others in the courtyard, he knew what kind of person Old Master Chen was.
After just a few conversations, Yan Bugui was certain that Old Master Chen was someone worthy of respect.
Therefore, no matter how much he schemed, he would never scheme against Old Master Chen.
At this time, seeing Chen Yan return, he naturally wanted to comfort him.
"Chen Yan, I'm sorry about your grandfather. Life still had to go on. Don't be too sad.”
"Thank you, Third Uncle. I'll go back and tidy up the house first.”
"Yes, yes, go ahead. If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. Live well.”
......
To think that Yan Bugui could say such words.
Chen Yan's impression of him changed a little.
That was true.
In the TV series, other than being a little calculative and stingy, Yan Bugui didn't have any major flaws.
With this thought in mind, Chen Yan had already arrived at the middle court.
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