It was slightly bright, and Liu Yan woke up. He sweated a lot last night, Yi Mo covered him tightly, and he never caught cold, so when he woke up, Liu Yan didn't feel his head was heavy, except for some limpness and soreness in his waist, he was very refreshed. The low-grade fever that has been entangled for several days has healed without medical treatment.
Liu Yan poked her forehead, thinking of the three lives, except the first one was weak and often fell ill, the remaining two lives were healthy and healthy, even if sick, it was also a heart disease.
Just like Ji Jiu in the previous life, after meeting Yi Mo for the first time, she fell seriously ill. If it wasn't for the childlike babbling of the little girl leaning over her body to awaken her mind, she doesn't know how long she would be sick.
Liu Yan thought of her daughter in her previous life, but now she doesn't know who she is, or she may have passed away long ago. All the impressions of my daughter in my mind are that delicate and tender little person, with red nails and an open mouth waiting for the nanny to feed me. Naturally, he thought of Ji Leping again.
The father and son turned against each other, not without melancholy, after all, they are blood relatives, and when they meet each other, they will naturally soften a corner of their hearts. Because of this softness, when they are stabbed, it will hurt more.
Liu Yan closed her eyes and opened them again, Yi Mo had already woken up, and was looking at him without saying a word, her eyes were clear, and she could see everything about him clearly.
Yi Mo caressed his back, as if to comfort him, but also faintly, as if with two points of guilt. I can't say I'm sorry, maybe I just feel the same, but I can't help, so I feel guilty. Only the dearest person in this world would wish so much to use his own body to take care of him.
Liu Yan closed her eyes again, leaned her cheek closer, and rubbed against Yi Mo's face. The breathing of the two people is intertwined, and the other party's mind is also clear in the chest. They each calm down, put aside all the disturbances and chaos, and cuddle up to each other, enjoying this moment of peace and worry-free.
Until the sky is bright.
There was a noise in the yard. It was Shen Jue who got up to boil water and cleaned the yard. After the yard was cleaned, Shen Jue brought hot water and woke them up outside the door. He is very good at doing these ordinary trivial things that should keep people busy. After all, he has lived for more than two hundred years and has some mana in his body. Drilling in the kitchen to study, doing better and better. Earlier, Liu Yan didn't want him to work hard, and wanted to hire someone to do these chores, but Shen Jue refused. Perhaps knowing that the days are not long, only such hands-on efforts can be at ease.
"Father, are you up yet?" There was no response to the call, but Shen Jue persisted and continued to call at the door. He was just calling out, he didn't dare to open the door rashly, who knew what would happen inside - although his father was thin-skinned, Shen Jue knew how thick-skinned Yi Mo was. What's more, that old demon snake's temper of teasing his family has never diminished.
The wooden door opened silently, and the two people in the room were tidying up their disheveled clothes. Shen Jue put the wooden basin, white towel and other things on the table, went over to touch Liu Yan's forehead, and said happily: "Father, I'm sick. All right."
"Okay." Liu Yan put on her robe and was gargling with green salt. When she spoke, she almost bit herself, and stopped talking immediately. After washing, she said, "I want to go back to the mountain today."
"Stop playing?" Shen Jue asked.
"No, although the fun is lively, I'm not used to it being too noisy. It's not as quiet as on the mountain."
Shen Jue said, "I want to go back too."
Yi Mo took the green salt from the side, and was about to rinse his mouth, when he heard the words, he suddenly interjected: "Miss your little pine spirit?"
"Pine tree spirit?" Liu Yan was taken aback, put down the wet towel in her hand, her eyes wandered over their father and son, and finally stopped on Shen Jue's face.
Originally, there were many spirits in the mountain, but because Yi Mo was a half-immortal demon, ordinary spirits in the mountain would hide away, fearing that they would be caught by him, and their hard-working cultivation would be ruined in one fell swoop. So although Liu Yan has been accompanied by demons for more than two hundred years, except for Yi Mo and Shen Jue, he has never seen any other monsters. Don't talk about demons, I haven't even seen ghosts. However, there are also little elves who can't escape, such as the pine tree spirit in the mountains, who have taken root in the soil themselves, have never attained enlightenment and become immortals, and cannot escape from themselves. Therefore, he couldn't escape even if he escaped. He was obviously afraid of dying, but he could only stay in the mountains.
Shen Jue accidentally discovered this little tree spirit who couldn't escape.
It is indeed fine, even the human form is illusory, like a wandering soul. Time passed slowly in the mountains, but Shen Jue got acquainted with it, occasionally chatting with it, and never had any unreasonable thoughts, but it's a pity that when Yi Mo said this, he was distorted and changed his life.
Shen Jue explained, looked at Liu Yan, Liu Yan's eyes were upright, and said: "That's better, we go back to the mountain, and you can meet your friends too."
After rinsing his mouth, Yi Mo said: "You can take it into the room if you want, and there will be someone to accompany it in the future."
Shen Jue was dumb for a long time before retorting: "If you want to accept it, my father agrees, and I don't mind having multiple younger fathers."
Hearing this, Liu Yan sighed softly: "My father is not doing well, you should dislike him." He spoke calmly, his eyes narrowed for a moment, clearly bullying his son, and got a lot of fun out of it. Near ink is black.
Shen Jue hurriedly shouted: "What's the matter!"
Yi Mo added joyfully to the side: "I see that it has a heart for you, so if you don't want it, just let it go. Why do you dislike your father for nothing?"
"I..." How can I!
When the family was bickering lively, the courtyard door was knocked, and the copper ring hit the door panel, making a "bang bang" sound.
The bickering stopped immediately, Shen Jue went out with a basin, poured water in the yard, put down the basin and opened the door. The courtyard door opened, and the visitor was Ji Leping.
I haven't seen him for a few days, this man has lost almost a circle of weight, his eyes are bloodshot, and his expression is depressed, as if he has suffered a lot. This is indeed a bit pitiful, Shen Jue hesitated, and let him into the courtyard.
"You wait." Shen Jue said while looking for Liu Yan.
Although Liu Yan hadn't left the house, he had already learned from Yi Mo who the visitor was, and was wondering whether to meet again, when the door was pushed open, and Shen Jue poked his head in and said, "Father, it's Ji Leping." Winter The sun is not warm enough, but the light is bright, shining on the face of the young man by the door, his face is handsome, his smile is bright, he seems to be carefree. But he didn't know that the father in the room forcibly saw signs of anxiety from his worry-free face.
With just one glance, Liu Yan knew Shen Jue's mood, seven points of anxiety, three points of bewildered. In the past six months, Shen Jue, who has kept his heart hidden and clutched to him for the rest of his life, is afraid that this family will disappear in half a year. Shen Jue's anxiety was probably even worse than theirs. Liu Yan knew that he had always been a child who loved his family, otherwise he would not have followed Yi Mo to find himself, and it would take a hundred years to find him.
A decision was made in an instant, Liu Yan smiled, and said lightly: "Go and tell him that Ji Jiu's body has already been buried in the ground, let him go back, there is no one he is looking for here."
Shen Jue was surprised for a moment when he heard the words, and said, "What if he refuses to leave?"
Liu Yan stared and said, "Can't you drive people away?"
Shen Jue trotted away, chasing people away.
As soon as Shen Jue left, Liu Yan sat on a chair, lowered her head and fiddled with the teacup on the table, her expression was peaceful, only her eyelashes occasionally trembled slightly, covering her eyes.
Living is like this, there are many embarrassing places, in the face of countless forked roads, someone always has to make a choice, where to start, where to go, who to be with along the way.
Three lives and three generations, he made many such choices, some good and some bad, some right, and naturally some wrong. Regardless of good or bad, right or wrong, there are only these two people who are with you all the way. No matter how much pain he caused them when he made the choice, his desire to be with him has never changed. Such a mood is worth everything.
The bustling crowd outside were his passers-by two hundred years ago, and they will still be his passers-by two hundred years later. Similarly, he is also a passer-by in the lives of these people.
In the end, there are only three of them who accompany each other in life, rely on each other, and help each other.
The road used to be difficult to walk, and we have walked all the way bloody, hurt and slandered each other, and finally forgave each other. still be together.
together. Even one day is precious to them. Do not tolerate doubt and slander.
Yi Mo walked over, stroked his head and asked, "Are you sad?"
"A little bit," Liu Yan replied, "Just a little bit. Because Ji Leping's father is indeed dead."
Indeed dead. Ji Jiu.
The bones have been buried in the ground for so many years, and the one who came back to life was Liu Yan who had re-entered the cycle of reincarnation. It is only because of Yi Mo's contribution that he has the memory of three lives. If Yi Mo hadn't done this, the current Liu Yan would still be a passer-by in Ji Leping's life, perhaps not even a passer-by.
In the previous life, Ji Jiu met the wise emperor, so he was able to realize his ambition.
Also because of the emperor's suspicious changes, Ji Jiu died in order to repay the kindness of knowing him, and to keep Ji's family safe. In that life, he owed nothing to anyone, and no one owed him.
For his children, he has nostalgia and melancholy, but he is not very sad. Perhaps it was because he knew very early on that he would leave.
"Is Ji Jiu really dead?" Yi Mo squatted down, put his hands on Liu Yan's knees, looked up into his eyes, and asked softly, "Is he dead?"
Liu Yan avoided his gaze, moved back later, went up to meet him, and said, "You have been through that coffin, isn't there a dead person inside?"
"Yes." Emo said.
Liu Yan pursed her lips, and suddenly said: "Where is the painting you hid, show it to me."
What he was talking about was the painting taken out of the brazier. Yi Mo took it out, and the two of them unfolded the scroll. After nearly seventy years, the paper was slightly yellow, but the scenery in the painting was still fresh and moist. The dancing peach blossoms, entangled Limbs and limbs, the mood of painting that year and that month seemed to return to his mind, Liu Yan blinked, the corners of his eyes were moist and red.
"Get some pens and ink," Liu Yan said.
Pigment ink, fine brushes of different thicknesses, are presented on the table.
Liu Yan went to the desk, spread the scroll on it, and grinded the ink by himself. When the ink was finished, he picked up the pen and smiled: "I'll add some more."
Yi Mo walked to his side, quietly looking at the painting.
The sound of people in the courtyard gradually subsided, Shen Jue closed the door again after seeing off the guests, and rushed to the kitchen to get busy with the family's morning meal. Grabbed a handful of white rice and sprinkled it into the pot, added water, simmered slowly on low heat, washed some vegetables, cut them into shreds, boiled the rice porridge and sprinkled it in, ordered some sesame oil, and prepared two more dishes side dishes. Shen Jue called the two of them to eat with a wooden tray.
There was no movement in the room, and no one paid him any attention.
Shen Jue was puzzled for a while, then pushed open the door and walked in. Liu Yan was crouching in front of the desk, she didn't know whether she was writing or drawing, when she heard his call, she entered the room again without even turning her head. Yi Mo stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking with his head hooked. Both of them were apparently so focused that they completely ignored his presence.
Shen Jue put down the dishes, walked over on tiptoe, got behind the two of them, and stared straight at what it was, so that you all ignored me.
As soon as it entered the eyes, there were large patches of red, as if dyed on the eyes.
Such colorful fallen flowers, red mountains and mountains. Ten miles of peach blossoms burst into heaven and earth in anger. A pair of people in the sea of flowers, overlapped in one place, passionate and peaceful.
Shen Jue only glanced at it, and after he understood what was in the painting, he consciously withdrew his wandering gaze, stopped looking at the two people in the painting, and focused on Liu Yan's pen.
Not far from the couple in the painting, there is an extra piece of bluestone. With the turning of his pen, a folded piece of clothing gradually appears on the protruding bluestone.
Yi Mo recognized the clothes, and so did Shen Jue, the black iron pieces all over the body were sewn together in one place, making the general's armor. The jet-black Xuanjia's brilliance turned darkly on the bluestone, and its evil spirit was overwhelming. Liu Yan stopped writing and changed another pen. After a short pause, there was another long sword next to the bluestone, the blade was sheathed, lying on the ground among the petals.
Liu Yan put away the pen, thought of something, picked up the painting, walked up to the two of them, and held it up for them to see.
The general's unloaded armor was placed on the bluestone, not far from the bluestone, a pair of passionate people. As the ink blots gradually dried, Yi Mo stretched out his hand and caressed over the armor. The colorful petals in the painting suddenly came to life, as if the breeze was blowing, and the painting scrolled one after another, creating a grand rain of petals. Heaven and earth.
When the wind stopped, a few peach blossoms fell on the Xuanjia, peacefully, as if the armor had always been there, and the petals had always been there. Not new.
It has always been - hometown.
Tossed and turned by time, fleeting years do not return, whether a scholar or a general or a fool, has not changed from the beginning to the end, it is his hometown.
The hometown is the place where the wanderer looks for, stumbles and takes many detours, and finally returns.
It is also his hometown. Liu Yan looked at the armor with a serene expression, and whispered softly: "Ji Jiu has finished what he should do, and I'm here to find you."
— came to you.
What I owe you, I will pay you back. Whatever hurts you will be repaid.
The ditches and ridges of the two lives, the criss-crossing wounds, I want to use this life to smooth them over.
This life, even if it is short, should be spent carefully and seriously together.
Yi Mo took his hand and clasped it in the palm of his hand, with fingers interlaced and palms touching.
They don't need to say a lot of things, just eye contact is enough, knowing that what the other person thinks is what they think, and what the other person wants is what they want.
They are family. The so-called family is not just living together, but being with each other, tolerant and loving each other.
Finally, respond to each other with the same voice and seek each other with the same breath.