Since then, the town has become a dead town.
The county town is more prosperous. There are two men walking on the street, one is a demon and the other is a scholar.
The demon is no longer the appearance of Boss Dai, but a handsome man. That is his own appearance, which was the appearance when he rescued Ye Lan.
That hand, it was seriously injured and has not healed up to now.
In the past twenty years, the scholar has asked the whereabouts of that person countless times, but the demon has not mentioned it.
Even if Juaner asked Yao to tell her before she died, she still passed away without getting an answer.
Both of them, brother and sister, are very concerned about that person's affairs.
Even if it has been found out that it was the other party's design, the scholar's identity will be revealed, and Juan'er will be arrested if she almost died in the fire, but they still did not blame or complain.
This time, the scholar mentioned it again, he was just used to asking, he never thought he would hear anything from the people around him.
However, the man said it.
When the scholar heard it, he couldn't help but feel regret. He might as well not know, then he would be the same as before, thinking that that person was somewhere with Liu Chu and had a good life.
Today, 20 years later, something seems to have happened. The man talked a little too much, not only broke the thoughts of the scholar for these years, but also said that Liu Chu was a demon, "He has lived in this world for too long, and he wants to be a man. I sealed myself, became a person, and broke the seal with me that day."
The scholar was puzzled, "Since Liu Chu is a demon, why can't he be rescued?"
The man said that demons are not omnipotent, "You know this better than anyone, don't you?"
"Besides, when Liu Chu woke up, his beloved was already a pile of bones."
The scholar's body shook, and unspeakable sadness spread in his heart.
The man sighed softly, "The demon can't be emotional, but he moved, so he paid more than ten thousand years of cultivation for it."
The scholar raised his head, "Liu Chu is a demon and will die?"
The man said he would die, "he was in tears."
The scholar was stunned, "Can't we cry?"
"No." The man said, "Every tear the demon clan sheds, its cultivation will be reduced by a hundred years. Once the cultivation is exhausted, it will become its original form and re-cultivation, or disappear into the world."
He smiled, "Like me, I can't hold a single tear for less than a thousand years of cultivation."
The scholar asked, "Has Liu Chu become the original form, or has he disappeared?"
The man does not answer.
He took the scholar to the deep mountains and forests.
A row of huts fell in front of us, overgrown with weeds and full of traces of the past.
The scholar pushed the door open and saw a tombstone standing in the courtyard. He walked over step by step, crouched down in front of the tombstone, and reached out to touch the wood grain on it.
The weeds in the yard grew even denser, and the wind blew, and the green was bent down.
The scholar saw a plant next to it, like grass and flowers, with slender stems and leaves wrapped around the tombstone, intimate and gentle.
For some reason, the scholar thought that this plant was Liu Chu.
That feeling was very strong, so he was very sure, and he didn't even have time to hesitate, "He's practicing again."
The man didn't speak, it was tacit consent.
Two years later, the scholar came to the county to do business, and for some reason, he rode up the mountain.
The hut is still there, and the tombstone in the courtyard is also there, but the plant is no longer tightly wrapped around the tombstone, withered leaves fell to the ground, and the rhizomes rotted.
The man said, "Maybe it's boring."
So I don't want to cultivate anymore, I choose to disappear between heaven and earth.
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Huang Dan appeared in the community. He was on the spot, holding a mobile phone in one hand. The voice of a classmate was on the other end of the phone, and he was talking.
"At the class reunion tomorrow, whoever will come."
Huang Dan's mind was still stuck in the mission world, and everything that happened there, just a few seconds later, the time difference was too big to estimate.
"Then who is who?"
The old classmate said, "That's who, you know."
Huang Dan, "Oh."
He stepped forward, "I'll go tomorrow."
The old classmate reminded before hanging up, "Come early, you guys haven't played basketball together for a long time!"
After the call, Huang Dan put the phone back in his briefcase. He looked around. It was a familiar environment, and he passed by every morning and night.
Huang Dan raised his foot again, and took a big step. He decided not to look, listen, or listen, and bowed his head all the way home.
An aunt with short curly hair came over from the front, holding a radio in her hand and playing "Good Days".
She hummed as she walked, and she walked happily.
Huang Dan immediately turned into another road. He was lucky to get rid of Aunt when he kicked the stone. He could feel the injury to his toes through the leather shoes.