— We are all fathers.
Yi Mo knew that he couldn't handle many things with Liu Yan, Sansheng Sanshi, in front of him, he always lost more than he won.
This person has always been stubborn, and he has outstanding eloquence, he can say three points without reason, and at this time, he is indeed reasonable.
When I was a snake, I should have been a father too. Those nameless young snakes hatched from white eggshells, unable to understand human language, not yet enlightened, were born and raised in a daze, hunted to feed themselves, and died in a daze.
But Yi Mo didn't know which of the baby snakes that had been born would be his child.
In order to protect the young, the female snake will have sex with several male snakes at the same time, so that every male snake that has had sex with it thinks that it is the creator of new life, so it gives up swallowing the eggs laid by the female snake. So when he was still a snake, he couldn't be sure if he had children. When he became a demon, he no longer cared about whether he had fathered those ignorant wild snakes.
Having wandered around the world for a hundred years, he has learned many things. Among them, about kinship, Yi Mo always feels that this is something that has nothing to do with him. Even if he makes friends with a mortal woman and allows her to conceive, what will be born? Emma doesn't know. I don't know whether it will give birth to a snake or a person, and even, Yi Mo thought coldly, it may not be possible to give birth to an egg.
Now, he is a father. Without the bond that blood is thicker than water, he raised someone else's child—a little monster that is half human, half demon—Imo never told anyone, when he first saw the little wolf cub the size of a palm, he knew that , this is a monster.
Humans are human, demons are demons, each exists in two completely different worlds, and the gap is so wide that no one can cross it. But the little wolf cub did it easily. He is a combination of human and monster. He was born in this world half-human and half-demon. Therefore, Yi Mo decided that this was a monster.
However, he and Shen Qingxuan raised this monster together, and Shen Qingxuan was extremely strict with him, with heavy daily homework, reading and calligraphy, learning many principles, proficiency in the six arts, riding and shooting, but he was not allowed to shoot a sparrow . Shen Qingxuan tried his best to suppress the wildness of the little monster. Being suppressed so hard, the little monster would turn to beg another father, open his eyes that were about to cry, and kept pulling at his long sleeves. The little monster's strategy of mourning soldiers has almost never failed. Whenever he begged for two sticks of incense, Yi Mo would take him to play in the mountains and forests, protecting the reckless little thing from getting hurt.
This little monster would call him in a soft voice at any time: Father.
This call lasted nearly three hundred years.
I don't know when he started, he has been used to saying to others: This is my son. And therefore devote energy and time, lend a helping hand when he needs help, and be by his side when he needs comfort.
The little monster will be attached to him, trust him, accompany him, and serve him. There is no blood relationship, but blood relatives.
Yi Mo knows that as long as they are still in this world, as long as they live for a day, the little monster will always be a child, with something to rely on in his heart, he can endure no matter how much suffering he suffers, and he always has hope in his heart.
Because no matter how hard and tired you are, there is also a peaceful place where you can rest.
What would the little monster be like if this place disappeared? Yimo thought for a long time.
After a long time, Yi Mo said: "If I answered you, then I would be just a snake, without you in my memory."
Liu Yan said: "I remember you."
-I remember you. As long as I live, I will remember that no matter what you become, you are still my Yimo.
They are all Yi Mo who has been ravaged and hurt by time for three hundred years, and has never given up.
To be alive itself is a false thing. I don't know when disasters will come from the sky, when I don't know when diseases will strike me, the short life will disappear in a blink of an eye, and there will be no traces to be found.
Even if you survive, the journey of life is always full of murderous opportunities and thorns everywhere, every road is dangerous, and every step may be a desperate situation.
He has gone through three lifetimes until now, and his enthusiasm for life has run out.
But even so. He still wants to live.
Live, live, the pain can be forgotten, the scars can also be smoothed by time, and the rest is only the beauty that cannot be parted and cannot be given up.
Knowing that he will be a snake without love or hate, I also want to hug him, hold him in his arms, put it on the tip of his heart, and accompany him to welcome every rising sunrise and share a brilliant sunset with no trace of breath. To find thick and fresh air, to see a flower fade—we have wasted so much time.
Yes. Even if he is a snake, as long as he is still alive, Liu Yan will accompany him and enjoy the beauty of this world.
As long as it can be extended, it can be extended for as long as possible. Grab as much as you can.
If you can't let go, don't let go.
Yi Mo knew that she would agree to him eventually. Even if he refuses for a while, he will still agree after a long time, just like that wedding.
The matter of love is such that one thing falls one thing, struggling and resisting becomes ridiculously futile, and no matter how great the unwillingness is, it becomes a willing thing in the end.
Yi Mo said: Good.
That's it.
While agreeing, Yi Mo remembered that Liu Yan once asked him, was it hard to search for so many years? Yi Mo thought, in the future, he would never know him again, and he would be just a mediocre little snake, who might bite him and hurt him.
— At that time, were you suffering
Yi Mo wanted to ask, but didn't ask. The answer is yes. But Liu Yan is willing to bear this suffering, just like he was willing to bear the suffering Ji Jiu gave him back then.
Once you are willing, there will be room for buffering suffering, and the suffering will not be so thorough.
In fact, Yi Mo wanted to say that before he met him, he never knew what suffering was.
Having lived for a thousand years and cultivated for a thousand years, in the eyes of other monsters, this kind of poverty is unbearable suffering, but for him, it is not. Although there is no happiness, there is no hard work.
That's how I lived for many, many years without happiness or pain.
Then he met Shen Qingxuan.
Many people's life starts with bitterness and slowly turns to sweetness.
On the contrary, after thirteen years of acquaintance, he tasted the sweetness first. The sweetness was not so strong that it made the teeth greasy, but it was light and long-lasting. It surrounded and soaked him for 13 years.
After that, the sweetness was suddenly withdrawn, leaving behind the lingering bitterness, and only then did he learn to appreciate the taste of bitterness.
It was the first time in his long life that he knew what suffering was, and he realized that the thirteen years of his life were sweet.
Searching around and chasing after him is not because he is used to suffering, but because there is always a place in his memory where those sweet past events are stored. No matter how much these memories hurt him, he is not willing to let go, just like a hungry person looking for For food, animals in the desert look for water, and they have to travel hard to find sweet satisfaction.
Yi Mo stretched out his arms to embrace the person next to the pillow, and rubbed it into his arms, feeling sorry for the pain he would suffer in the future, but he didn't try to stop it.
Even if soon he will be a wild snake with no human memory, no kinship, no love or hate. But before that, Yi Mo was sure of his feelings, no matter what he became, he hoped to be with this person. It doesn't matter if you don't remember, as long as Liu Yan doesn't let go, they will still be together.
As long as we are together, we can do anything. This is Liu Yan's mood.
He knew Liu Yan's mood and thoughts, just like Liu Yan understood his worries and concerns.
Caressing his back, Liu Yan said: "It's okay, as long as I live, I will protect you. Your poison is useless to me, even if you bite me, I'm not afraid." Liu Yan suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: " Don't worry, I won't let anyone pull out your fangs."
Yi Mo thought for a moment, then asked him, "Where's Shen Jue?"
Liu Yan said: "I remember when he was a child, you fed him a pill. He shouldn't be afraid of your poison."
He didn't pay attention to these things when he was doing these things, so Yi Mo couldn't remember, he got up and went out, and returned to the house after a while, holding a celadon bottle in his hand, put it on the table and said: "Here is Some pills, in case I accidentally hurt someone in the future, you will be fine if you take it for him."
Liu Yan nodded: "I wrote it down. What else?"
Yi Mo thought for a long time, and finally shook his head: "It's gone."
Liu Yan extinguished the candle, and took his hand in the dark room. Outside the window, the moonlight is bright and clear, and there are many stars. The moonlight splashed into the house, fell on the bedside, and reflected on them.
They lay together, holding hands, fingers interlocked. So many years in a trance, so many years of running around, all just for this moment of peace and tranquility.
My heart is infinitely satisfied.
Even if it's still too late, let's grow old together.
When the sky was getting dark, the black wolf sleeping on the bamboo couch slowly opened his eyes. The eyes of the beast were round and shiny, with the confusion of just waking up. When his eyes touched a cloud floating in the dark sky, , The drowsiness in the eyes suddenly disappeared, and the murderous intent appeared immediately.
The day has come. Hei Lang turned his head and glanced at the closed door. The door was still tightly closed, with no sign of opening.
The life of a demon is too long. He has lived for 300 years today, and there are many passers-by in his life, many of whom are close friends. However, he is still in his prime, but those people have long since disappeared.
In the end, the only ones who can accompany and depend on each other are relatives.
Life is like a fleeting moment, and prosperity fades away in a blink of an eye. This small courtyard in the mountains, with a couple in the room, is his prosperous life.
The wooden door did not open, Shen Jue jumped off the bamboo couch and sat in front of the door.
In the dark sky far away, the auspicious clouds are getting closer and closer. At this moment, the aura of the immortal family is like the purgatory of Yama, approaching this peaceful courtyard.
Shen Jue watched quietly, and if no one in the room came out, then no one could even think about going in. No one can spoil these, only a few good times left.
The black wolf guarding the door raised its head arrogantly, its eyes were as calm as water, like a stone sculpture, frozen in front of the wooden door, motionless.
Who said that protecting oneself cannot be a happy thing.
Finally, in this world, there are still existences that I want to protect.
Xiangyun disappeared outside the courtyard. The immortal standing at the gate of the small courtyard seemed to have sensed it, and instead of rushing in, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside the gate and waited quietly for the gate to open by itself. He also had a lot of time, long and endless, already in this endless time, he was familiar with the calm and relaxed mind.
A majestic round of red sun rises from the horizon in the distance, and the bright sunshine brings the slight coolness of the morning, covering the courtyard. The only big tree in the small courtyard was also bathed in the morning sun, its slightly swaying emerald green leaves, like amber, shone translucently in the sun.
The sun shines fairly on the black giant wolf, and the black fur is coated with a layer of flowing gold. When he looks at the red sun, his eyes are like an ancient well deep in the jungle, with an unknown dark secret. ——If possible, he is willing to pay any price, in exchange for this round of the sun never rising.
The wooden door behind him creaked and opened slowly.
The sun is shining, and dreams are always easily disillusioned. The time has come.
Yi Mo came out from behind the door and looked at the black wolf in front of him. The huge wolf stood upright in front of his eyes, with its two front paws clinging to his chest, and the eyes of the beast were rippling with water.
Yi Mo stroked the wolf's head and said, "You follow me."
Hei Lang was stunned for a moment, then looked behind him, Liu Yan was standing there with a light smile: "Bring him back later."
Yi Mo walked to the gate of the courtyard and opened the latch.
The immortal outside the door got up from the bluestone, walked up to him, and asked, "Have you thought about it yet?"
Yi Mo let out a "hmm", raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Go back to your original form, and leave your life to me."
"Not changed?"
"to not fix."
The immortal looked at him and sighed for a long time: "Let's go."
Yi Mo turned his head and looked at the man at the door. He was wearing a green robe and thin shirt, and his hair was not tied up. His loose long hair was gently raised and then fell down in the mountain wind.
Ancient and beautiful, beautiful and natural.
Yi Mo walked over, faced each other, lips touched lips, and said in a low voice: "How fortunate."
—How lucky I was to meet you.
The dry and tasteless life has sweetness and bitterness, sourness and enthusiasm, and the rich ink and color with all five flavors can wash away the paleness.
Lived and loved.
How lucky I am to live up to my time and Qing.