Duanmu Wuji skillfully turned the silver wheel on his wheelchair with his left hand and came to the door. He stretched out his pale right hand to open the door, and then closed it gently after exiting. He looks like a wily general when he is deep, but he looks like a gentle and elegant gentleman at ordinary times.
He walked slowly to the backyard, and saw his servants saluting respectfully. He nodded one by one, then waved his hand to refuse them to help him push the wheelchair, and went to the backyard garden alone.
It was already afternoon, and the hot summer sun did not hesitate to shine its light on the earth and on his body, giving his dull heart a touch of warmth. He has not appeared in the sun for a long time.
Light footsteps sounded in front of him, and an elegant, quiet and beautiful woman walked up. Her stunningly beautiful face had a noble temperament that made people feel ashamed. She held a small orchid in her hand. Although it was not fully bloomed, it was already faintly releasing the fragrance of the orchid. Seeing Duanmu Wuji, she paused for a moment, and her clear eyebrows like willow leaves frowned slightly, as if she was surprised that he appeared in this place. Her soft and rippling eyes stayed on him for a second, then she nodded to him expressionlessly and walked around him with gentle steps.
Duanmu Wuji turned around and looked at her back dreamily. She was the only one in the world who could make him so lost. Over the past five years, he had seen her back countless times, but he never seemed to get tired of looking at her. Every time, he would think that he was looking at a fairy who should not exist in the world.
Slim and graceful, as gentle as clouds, as elegant as clear springs in the mountains. And this is a jade-like woman with exquisitely carved contours and crystal clear skin that looks as pure as jade from a distance. Let the man's soul be snatched away by him, and the woman will feel ashamed.
They were close at hand, but separated by a mountain that seemed impossible to climb.
In five years, he had never seen her smile at him, and only when facing her son Duan Muxiao did she show the warm smile belonging to a mother.
Everyone in the Duanmu family regarded Duanmu Xiao, an unprecedented genius, as their little ancestor, and they were always obedient, fearing that something would go wrong with him. And if he was slightly unwell, those old faces who usually stayed at home would The almost stiff old antiques would jump up and down anxiously like children. But she was the only one who was extremely strict with Duan Muxiao, striving for perfection in all aspects, and Duanmuxiao was always obedient to her. He would never disobey her words, and what he was most afraid of seeing was her angry expression. . Also because of Duan Muxiao, no one dared to target her, a woman married from a foreign family.
Her name is Yudie, and teaching her children to raise flowers constitutes her entire life. When the flowers were in full bloom, she would often stand among the flowers, bathing in the gentle breeze and quietly watching the bees and butterflies dancing. Sometimes she would stand there for more than two hours, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Duanmu Wuji turned his wheels, leaving two shallow indentations on the ground where he walked. Basking in the sunshine and closing his eyes, his heart suddenly became surprisingly calm. But deep down in his heart, that fairy-like figure became clearer and clearer. Ever since he saw her for the first time, she had become a demonic obstacle that he could not overcome in his life. His life also changed because of this, and his heart was broken again and again. It was a deep scratch...but he never regretted it.
He often said to himself: You are so stupid. But he quickly answered himself: Although it is stupid, it is worth it. As long as he can see her, that is enough, everything is worth it...
Time passed slowly, and when he finally opened his eyes lazily, the sun had shifted nearly ten degrees to the west again. He laughed self-deprecatingly, and just about to turn the wheel of his chair, he suddenly spotted a small figure not far away on his right, looking quietly at the west.
He is over one meter tall and slightly thin. He is obviously a child who has just turned four years old, but his eyes are so deep, like the bottomless blue ocean, as if nothing in the world can escape. His eyes. There was a faint smile on his lips, his expression was calm and unruffled, his body did not move at all, only the corners of his clothes swayed slightly in the wind. Duanmu Wuji's eyes were dazed for a moment, because he seemed to see an emperor who looked down upon the world. And this feeling was not the first time, and he was already used to it. And only he can make people have this incredible illusion.
"Xiao'er, are you waiting for the sunset again?" Duanmu Wuji came to his side and said lovingly, looking towards the west along with him. I don't know when he started, but this little emperor would stand here every afternoon and look at the west silently. Everyone in Duanmu Villa knew that he was waiting for the sunset.
"Yes." Duanmu Xiao was still looking at the west, his twinkling eyes unblinking: "As soon as the sun sets, another day has passed."
"Xiao'er is reluctant to give up?" Duanmu Wuji said softly, and then patted his shoulder lightly, but did not notice that his body shook violently due to this extremely light pat. "The biggest regret in the world is that we can't turn back time, and no matter how nostalgic we are, we can't recover it."
Duan Muxiao did not nod, but still had the faint smile that was completely inconsistent with his age: "Since I was a child, I have learned too many truths. And sometimes, I often discover unintentionally that the truth is not unbreakable. Time , is it true that we can’t go back in time? I have had a very silly wish since I was very young. I hope that I can go back in time so that I can do better and no longer make my mother angry. Ever since I was very young, there has been a strange voice in my heart telling me that as long as you have the will, you can really turn back time... It's true."
Duanmu Wuji was startled, and then burst out laughing: "Xiao'er, maybe one day you will really wake up the setting sun."
In his mind, this kind of unrealistic fantasy should only belong to children of this age. He doesn't like that he understands human nature and the world too early.
Duanmu Xiao shook his head and let out a quiet sigh that was completely inconsistent with his age: "It's just that even if you can turn back time and save the sunset, you can only watch it from a distance and you can never truly own it."
Duanmu Wuji's expression froze for a moment, as if he was suddenly petrified. Duanmu Xiao's seemingly unintentional words hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
Duanmu Xiao didn't seem to see his reaction, and still looked at the west and said faintly: "But so what, since it is impossible to have it, pursuing it too much will only make you physically and mentally exhausted. No matter how long you run to the west, no matter how hard you work, Even if you want to chase it, you can't really touch it. In this case, why pursue it unrealistically? As long as you can occasionally witness its afterglow and know that it is still beautiful, that's enough."
A long sigh sounded behind Duanmu Xiao. Duanmu Wuji turned his wheelchair and said with a forced smile: "Xiao'er, I'm a little tired. Remember to spend more time with your mother."
The sound of the silver wheel turning quickly sounded, then slowly became smaller and farther away, until it disappeared.
"Is it the truth..."
A small flower leaf floated in front of him in the breeze. He subconsciously stretched out his two fingers and pinched it gently. Then he moved his two fingers slightly, and the flower leaf disappeared completely as if it turned into air. not see.
"Is the truth really always the truth?"
"...The sunset is about to set, and the pale day is about to disappear again. In a week, let me end this undue knot and undue resentment."
The sun was no longer so dazzling, and began to turn from golden to bright red. Looking at the west, the inexplicable voice sounded again deep in his heart...
Time...can't we really turn back time
In the world of reincarnation, a mirror in a strange space suddenly flashed a strange white light. But no one saw this weird scene.
Feng Xiao was teleported to the Queen's Palace in Tianlong Imperial City by Tian Long'er. Facing Queen Shuiyue's rigid respect, Feng Xiao felt a very uncomfortable feeling of discomfort all over his body.
He summoned two large pieces of crystal clear ice crystal from the demon refining pot and placed them in front of Shuiyue's eyes. Suddenly, a refreshing light cold air began to spread thinly. And his move made Shuiyue obviously confused.
"This is Wannian Xuanbing. Can the best carver here use these two pieces of ice to carve two different head flowers for me?" Feng Xiao asked with a straight face. It was a dead face, so he might as well face it with a dead face.
These two pieces of ten-thousand-year-old black ice were cut when making the ice coffin, and Feng Xiao naturally would not be willing to throw them away, so he put them away piece by piece.
"It's easy to do. Although the ten thousand-year black ice breeds endless cold energy, its texture is crisp and hard. If there is no special effect activated, the cold air will not leak out and hurt people, and it is easy to carve." Shuiyue replied, with his head half hanging, always Don't look at him.
Feng Xiao nodded, "Very good, then, let them start immediately, and it must be completed within ten minutes. There are only two pieces. If the effect makes me dissatisfied, I will be very angry."
"Ten percent?" Queen Shuiyue raised her eyebrows a little, but did not refute. She nodded immediately and said, "I'll go right away."
Picking up two crystal stones that exuded a cold aura, Queen Shuiyue left quickly and went to give them to the sculptor herself.
In the real world, it often takes days, months, or even years or more to carve the best works using the best materials. In the world of reincarnation, as long as the sculpting skills can reach a certain level, you can complete the most perfect work according to your heart's desire in the shortest time. Ten percent is by no means an unreasonable requirement. And these ten kinds may be used for most of the time to conceive.
This is the private palace of Queen Shuiyue, and apart from the original Tianlong Emperor, Feng Xiao is definitely the first person to enter here. It can be seen from the somewhat unnatural demeanor of Queen Shuiyue before.
Feng Xiao looked around boredly, trying to find something interesting... For example, an average girl's boudoir would be filled with some kind of clothing that covered a relatively small area. Feng Xiaotian tiptoed around for a while, and was disappointed to find only a few sets of Queen's palace clothes. Then he thought depressingly that there seemed to be no such thing as hanging underwear in this world.