Looking at the "flow of years" on the display panel, Tang Mu, who was already in his twilight years, was stunned for a while.

Memories came one after another, and Tang Mu's fingers trembled lightly subconsciously.

At this moment, it seemed that delicate figure appeared in front of his eyes, dancing to the rhythm of his fingers, dancing gracefully and gracefully.

Tears couldn't help but slide down again.

After that night, he remained alone, because of his advanced age, he did not have any work, and was finally arranged by the government to live in a nursing home.

He also thought about the "flow of years" countless days and nights, regretting his original impulse, but everything was irreparable, and that burn was loneliness.

Since then, Tang Mu has tried countless times to recreate a "flow of years" by himself, but he can't do it at all with his ability.

Although Tang Mu finally gave up this idea, he still insisted on his handicraft skills, made some small toys and sold them in exchange for some change, and then donated all the money to the "Craft Inheritance Funding Association".

It seemed that this would give him some comfort, because Tang Mu felt that maybe there was someone somewhere who was as downcast as he once needed help.

Although this amount of money is insignificant, at least it can be comforted.

Two months ago, Tang Mu accidentally knew that this game could make money, and after a detailed understanding, he spent money to rent a virtual helmet, and since then, he will choose to fish on the coast of Liuli every day, and then put the soul coins up for sale, and then donate all the money he gets.

has reached this age, and he has already given up his dream, after all, he may be buried one day.

But at this moment, he saw that day and night, every time he recalled the "flow of years" that always burst into tears in his dreams, Tang Mu's mood was undoubtedly excited.

After the fantasy of the silk dance ended, Tang Mu turned his head to look at the underworld, and then shook the fishing rod and ran away.

After more than ten years of waiting, how he wished to see the "flow of years" again.

……

Beiqi, Hades.

Lin Tie, who was chatting with Lin Nuo, received a notice to add friends at this time.

Lin Tie subconsciously clicked OK, and then a dialog box popped up.

"Hello, where are you now?"

"I'm by the fountain in the heart of Hades? Is there anything wrong? ”

"I'll be there soon!"

Lin Tie was suddenly a little confused, not sure what was going on.

"Dad, who?" Lin Nuo asked from the side.

"I don't know, he said he'll come right away." Lin Tie shook his head and said.

"I guess it's a player who wants to buy the years in your hand, hehe, how much are you going to sell?" Lin Nuo suddenly thought about it.

Lin Tie glared when he heard this:

"You can't be a little promising, this piece of equipment is your father and I collect, after all, it is the first item created here, and it is very commemorative."

In the chat between the two, a figure hurried from a distance, and then stopped in front of Lin Tie and his son, and began to gasp.

"Hello, who is Lin Tie?" Tang Mu immediately asked.

"It's me, uncle, are you in trouble?" Lin Tie was a little stunned, he didn't expect that it would be an old man with gray hair who came to find him.

"Can you show me the flow of time?" Tang Mu's expression was pleading.

Lin Tie frowned slightly, but he still took out the flow of time.

Seeing this, Tang Mu hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the flow of time, but he seemed to think of something and immediately stopped his hand, but his expression was full of nostalgia and sadness.

Seeing Tang Mu's expression, Lin Tie was a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"I ...... I also had such a puppet at the beginning, haha, it's in the past, so don't mention it. Tang Mu stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes and smiled.

However, when Lin Tie heard this, his expression froze: "Uncle, you said that you once had one?" ”

Tang Mu nodded, but his gaze remained on the flow of years.

"Uncle, can you tell me how you got the flow of time in the first place." Lin Tie asked in a low voice.

Tang Mu turned his head to look at Lin Tie, and then shook his head:

"It's just the past, don't mention it, I'll just take a look, thank you!"

After taking a deep look at the flow of years again, Tang Mu still had reluctance in his eyes, but he didn't have the money to buy expensive purple equipment at all, so he resisted the urge to beg Lin Tie to give him the flow of years, turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Lin Tie hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Tang Mu:

"Uncle, I want to ask, are you a descendant of the Karakuri lineage?"

Tang Mu's departing steps suddenly stopped: "Do you know Karakuri? ”

How could Tang Mu not be familiar with the word Karakuri, because the book given to him by the old man in the dilapidated temple was "Karakuri Mystery".

When Lin Tie heard this, he already understood in his heart that Tang Mu was the descendant of the Karakuri, so he hurriedly opened the album and began to rummage through it, and then showed the picture with [Karakuri - The Flow of Years] to Tang Mu.

While Tang Mu was shocked, Lin Tie stretched out his hand and pointed to the line at the bottom of the page.

[Ingenuity is in my Lin family's kindness, and future generations will do their best to repay the kindness! 】

"Uncle, I think I know what you want, Zu Xun is like this, I will give it to you this time!"

"This ...... Why is that? ”

Lin Tie suddenly smiled: "At the beginning, my Lin ancestor had a great disaster, thanks to the help of your Karakuri lineage, it was preserved, so your Karakuri lineage is our Lin family's benefactor, and the ancestral training is like this, not to mention that the forging map of the flow of years is a gift from your ingenuity, and our Lin lineage is just a slight improvement, so you deserve this flow of years anyway!" ”

When Tang Mu heard this, he was stunned.

At this time, Lin Tie clicked on the trading panel with Tang Mu and put the years in the trading box:

"Grace is grace, you have to pay it back, although it is the ancestor, but the descendants should continue, just like the craftsmanship in my hands, it is also a inheritance, and it cannot be lost!"

Tang Mu's heart was moved, his mouth opened, as if he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say anything.

"Take it, you need her more than I do!" Lin Tie said firmly.

Tang Mu finally clicked to confirm the transaction.

Looking at the passage of time in the inventory, Tang Mu's eyes were moist, he had thought about reuniting with her countless times, but he never thought that it would be in this form.

After some thanks, Tang Mu left, but Lin Tie's eyes revealed relief.

Seeing this, Lin Nuo on the side said a little depressed:

"Dad, this is a special purple suit, it can be sold for a lot of money."

"Money money, money, you know money, what is the use of money!" When Lin Tie heard this, he couldn't help but stare at him.

"Can you buy a spirit mine......" Seeing his father's appearance of wanting to do something, Lin Nuo's neck suddenly shrank and withered.

"They are kind to our ancestors, and our descendants will naturally have to pay it back." Seeing the depression in Lin Nuo's eyes, Lin Tie spoke again.

"Ancestor, many years have passed." Lin Nuo whispered.

Looking at his son, Lin Tie couldn't help but sigh:

"Some people are born in rich families, and some people are born in poor families, so people often say that the world is unfair, but if you think about it carefully, why do those who are born rich have a higher starting line than others. This is like a relay long-distance run, generation after generation, the wealth enjoyed by future generations is not the struggle of the ancestors, and we, as craftsmen, since we have taken over the baton, then we have to inherit everything, can not forget the original, otherwise it is ashamed of the ancestors! ”

When Lin Nuo heard this, he felt it in his heart, and then nodded vigorously.

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