When Liu Yan woke up, she was stunned for a while, lying on the stone table and remembering the past, looked down at her feet, the wash water that was spilled earlier was still dripping on the ground. So he squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. The direction of the sun indicated that he hadn't been asleep for long. When she stood up, the cloth robe on her body slipped off her shoulders naturally, Liu Yan squatted down to pick it up, and only then did two points of grief appear on her face.
That robe belonged to Xu Mingshi. He thought, this person is no longer there.
It's strange, he didn't think about Yi Mo at this time, not at all. There was just a flash in my mind, thinking that he might have recovered, but it was just a flash. Immediately afterwards, Xu Mingshi's face appeared.
From youthful arrogance to old age, there is almost no transition in the middle, just so suddenly, as if in the blink of an eye, he becomes old and then disappears into the world.
Liu Yan couldn't help raising her hand to touch her face, it was naturally smooth without any lines. In this yard, both he and Shen Jue had young faces, with many good years left. There was only Xu Mingshi, who had been torn into an old face by the years. Thinking of this, Liu Yan walked a few steps in the yard, following Xu Mingshi's footsteps in the past, watching flowers and birds, ants and butterflies. Stopping while walking, Liu Yan squatted down, curled up as if she couldn't bear the load all of a sudden, and curled up at the base of the wall where Xu Mingshi basked in the sun, thinking that I'm really sorry.
What exactly I'm sorry for, Liu Yan couldn't even tell. All he knew was that Xu Mingshi was gone, and the one he hadn't seen for the last time was gone. In this world, he lost one more person to care about. When thinking like this, the sadness in his heart did not know where it came from, which made him very uncomfortable. Speaking of his three reincarnations, it seems that he has always been a ruthless person. Although he has never lacked loyalty, and has never been stingy in helping others, there are only a handful of people who really walked into his heart and made him miss him.
He is always sober and used to being too cautious. He always advances and retreats when communicating with people. He is impervious to water, like a circle with no edges and corners, so he is self-sufficient without any flaws, so no one can open his hard shell and sneak into him. In this world, everything that can come in is put in by himself. Now that there was one less person, he was so sad that he didn't fake a trace, he buried his face in his lap with red eye circles, and kept sitting in this position for an unknown how long.
Shen Jue got hot water and came out of the kitchen, saw Liu Yan who was crouching under the wall, hesitated for a while before leaning over and squatting beside him.
"Father." Shen Jue shouted.
Liu Yan didn't seem to hear it, and didn't move for a long time. Shen Jue yelled again, and then Liu Yan asked in a nasal voice: "Has he changed his clothes?"
"It's changed." Shen Jue said.
Only then did Liu Yan raise her head, the corners of her eyes were red but there were no tears, she thought they were wiped clean, and she refused to be seen. Standing up, Liu Yan took the hot water at the side and walked into the room. He promised to take care of his affairs with his own hands, so that he could live out his life with dignity.
After entering the room, bypassing a beauty screen, I saw a person sitting on the edge of the bed, arranging shoes and socks for Xu Mingshi who was lying on the bed. With black clothes scattered like that, and a wild and unrestrained back, there is no one else but Yi Mo.
Liu Yan's hands trembled, and the hot water in the basin rippled, moistening the white towel beside him.
Yi Mo turned his head back, only glanced at him, then lowered his head to continue with the matter in hand, with an unprecedented concentration and solemnity. Liu Yan didn't say a word, walked to one side and put down the basin, wrung out the white towel and went to clean Xu Mingshi's face.
The chicken soup that Xu Mingshi drank to anger Shen Jue earlier still had a lot of oil stains on his mouth, and even his beard was stuck to it. It really happened in the blink of an eye. Just now, she was full of anger, and she was so arrogant and unreasonable that she almost jumped her feet in anger. In the blink of an eye, her body turned cold.
And never get warm again.
Liu Yan trimmed his beard carefully, wiped off the oil, and smoothed his messy hair into a bun. The old man in a well-fitting new suit lay there peacefully with his eyes closed, and he looked quite amiable.
Then came the funeral. The paper money with sesame oil was lit, and the ever-burning lamp stayed on day and night, standing beside the coffin, and people stood by the coffin day and night, burning paper or refilling lamp oil.
It's just that it's different from the ordinary things in the secular world. There is no crying or vocal music here, and everything is silent and silent.
In this way, we passed the first seven. The coffin was buried.
A stele was erected in front of the grave. On the stele were a few simple lines of writing, including Xu Mingshi's name and characters, as well as their family.
Yi Mo lit the paper money in front of the grave, looked at the smoke and fire, and said among the flying paper scraps: "Xu Mingshi, I thought you wouldn't do this."
Yes, he didn't know he would do it.
He has thought a lot, he has practiced for thousands of years, he understands that everything has cause and effect, and he also knows that his merits and virtues are so great that there may be a turning point in the future, so he saves his life and returns to his original form to live in a daze. There are not a few people and monsters who have received his favor for two thousand years. Although he is not sociable and indifferent, it may not be that he will not be helped by others. For example, the old fairy has never helped him. It's just that the gang is ambiguous. After all, the universe is prehistoric and the sea is changing. It has its own rules to balance, life or death, rise or fall, even gods cannot change it without authorization.
Only by waiting for the turning point to appear by itself, can the old fairy follow the destiny to help.
But she never expected that this turning point should be in Xu Mingshi's body.
He waited for a connecting flight, and the connecting flight came. The person who came was Xu Mingshi. They got acquainted so ridiculously, but it ended like this.
"Xu Mingshi," Yi Mo shook his head, threw another string of paper money and set it on fire, then stroked the stone tablet in front of the grave, and said slowly: "You should go see her too."
Yi Mo knows many things, he just doesn't like to talk about them. For example, the little rabbit that Xu Mingshi missed, he knew about it a long time ago; another example is that her soul refused to be reincarnated, and she just sat by the bridge of Naihe and cried endlessly day and night, annoying the Hades in the underworld to find someone to complain about.
That was the news he heard when he went to the underworld after Ji Jiu's death.
It made Hades cry with a headache, so it will be reported, and there will be an interrogation by the immortal family after the report. She and Xu Mingshi are both pure in nature, and they were kind in every way when they were alive. There should be a happy ending, so Xu Mingshi, naturally You shouldn't be out of your wits.
The old fairy complied with the destiny, gathered Xu Mingshi's soul, and asked him to start over again, to make up for the little rabbit's tears. It can be regarded as a happy event.
Yi Mo stood up, wiped away the rest of his body, and said to Liu Yan: "Let's go, go home."
At this time, Liu Yan really raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mo. This was the first time he had looked at him seriously since he regained his human form.
It seemed that when he met that face for the first time, even his breathing gradually disappeared, as if he could throw away his life just by seeing this face.
He watched it for so long, and there were so many things he wanted to say in his heart, but in the end he just said softly: "You are really back."
What came out in the end was just such a calm sentence.
Just because he can still see and look at each other, there is nothing in this world that can make him calm.
"I'm back." Yimo replied.
"Just come back."
Yi Mo looked at him, and asked lightly: "If there are still twists and turns, are you still waiting?"
— If there are still twists and turns, do you still have to wait
Liu Yan trembled almost immediately, but he soon calmed down.
He can only wait, there is no other way.
From the moment he met him, he couldn't persuade himself to give up halfway. He liked him. Even if he was desperate, he could smile and survive as long as he thought of him. This in itself is a deadlock, which cannot be untied even after three lifetimes.
Where the heart goes, there is no choice.
"I'll wait." Liu Yan said.
Maybe the future will be calm, let them join hands for a lifetime, maybe there will be another wave of waves, ups and downs. But what does the future look like
He is just an ordinary human being, born humble, unable to call the wind and rain, and will not bring the dead back to life. He has no ability against the sky at all, he is just a human being.
Compared with goblins, ghosts and the Jade Emperor, he is just an inconspicuous one among the humble crowd, low in the dust.
Doom and catastrophe cannot be avoided by ordinary people, facing it is the only choice, but as long as there is one breath left, waiting and hope will never fade away.
If you haven't got it, how can you lose it; if you really got it, how can you be afraid of losing it.
"No matter what else happens, I'll wait." Liu Yan said.
Yi Mo went over and took his hand, and said softly: "There will be nothing more." Although he said lightly, it seemed like a promise, like an oath, and was extremely firm.
Liu Yan's tears fell quietly at this time, and was quickly wiped away, and whispered not to cry.
"Don't cry," Yi Mo said, his warm hand solemnly clinging to the other's equally warm hand, "I'll accompany you till the end of life."
- I will accompany you to grow old.
He did what he said, holding his hand, smiling in the morning light, embracing in the setting sun, and walking through fifty springs, autumns, colds and heats. Till their black hair turns gray.
In the waning autumn season, he was lying on the bed, looking out of the window, after the autumn rain, the ground was covered with yellow leaves, as if the ground was covered with gold, brilliant and beautiful. They wore neat and clean robes and lay side by side.
At this time, he heard the people around him call his name, saying: "In the next life, I will find you instead."
Then he laughed, a warm and peaceful arc formed at the corners of his lips, and wrinkles appeared on his cheeks. He smiled and said, "Okay."
"Wait for me."
"it is good."
He agreed, and then he tightened the hand in his palm that he never let go, and quietly closed his eyes.
Hand in hand with you, grow old with you.
Walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, cross the river of time, cross the yellow spring and blue sky, and walk to the end of desolation. In the new prosperity, you are still there.
The sunlight outside the window shines into the house through the thin window screens, and the autumn wind in the house rolls up the bed curtains embroidered with peach blossoms, and gently raises and lowers them on their bodies, repeating the cycle until the curtain falls.
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