When I Was Twenty-Two Years Old, I Began to Live Forever

He was sick since birth, and the fortune teller said he would not survive until twenty-two. Later, he lived past twenty-two and learned how to knead dough. He set up a noodle stall in the human world, paying three cents a bowl, and it lasted for many years. Those people he knew and had friendship with, One by one, they all left before him. He finished the unfinished journey and finished the unfinished things for them. No one knew how long he lived, and he didn't say. It was late at night, and he brought a bowl of hot noodles to his guests. Just like the old lady treated him, say: "Baby, eat slowly."