In the second year after his father left, Wang Lin's mother was asleep and never woke up again. She looked like asleep with a happy smile, as if she had met Wang Lin's father in a dream. , The two meet again and do not want to come back.
There is a person who held you when you were a baby, no matter how tired, still groaning to make you fall asleep and make you no longer cry.
There is a person who, when wetting the bed from time to time in your sleep, is worried that you will be cold, regardless of your sleep, wake up several times a night, just to touch the bedding under your body to see if it is wet.
There is a person, as you grow up, when you are studying, you endure sleepiness and get up, just to make a breakfast, so that you are not hungry.
A person, after knowing that you like to eat fish, always eats fish head and fish tail by yourself, you smile and ask her why not eat fish body, she smiled and replied, she likes fish head and fish tail, but you But take it seriously.
There is a person who sews clothes for you as you grow up. There are a few blushes in that stitch, which is difficult for you to see.
There is a person, even if you really grow up, she will look at you silently with those decades of gaze, silently happy, silently smiling, until the end, silently closing her tired eyes. .
This person is called mother.
There is another person who, when you were a baby, held your body with both hands and raised it high, replacing the sun in his eyes and becoming everything to him.
There is another person who holds your hands while you have not yet learned to walk and is still falling. Amidst the happy laughter, he will help you to take the first step in life.
There is another person, amidst your repeated cheers, holding your hand, leading you through the mountains and rivers, and taking you to see the sky and the earth. From your back looking up, you will feel that he is a mountain and he is the sky.
There is another person, when you said that her mother liked to eat fish heads and left her fish heads and tails seriously to her mother, he was beside him, looking at his wife, showing apology and gentleness.
There is another person, after you grow up, every time you think about it, it is stern and staring, which makes you more and more bored, but as you grow up, you will find that under that stern gaze, you will find a copy of what you saw in the past. Unforgettable love.
There is another person, his eyes slowly closed on the bed, showing fear and helplessness, but your embrace and your soft voice make him look like a child, as if he lifted it up when you were young. Your body, happy laughter, made him no longer afraid of helplessness, but fell in your arms in warmth.
This person is called the father.
Wang Lin was sitting in front of his parents’ tomb, tears, smiling, and crying. The scenes of memories made him feel deeply and unforgettable. He did not drink, but at this time he seemed to be drunk.
In his dream, the other life was too late for his parents, too late to hug his father's body, too late to kiss his mother's wrinkled forehead that was smiling while sleeping.
In this life, he did it.
If a person has a wife and children, then after the death of his parents, perhaps his grief is equally strong and strong, but he still has support. But if a person has no wife or children in this life, then his sorrow is enough to cover the world.
Since then, there is no embrace that can warm his heart when he is tired.
Since then, there is no smile, which can let him dissipate the melancholy in loneliness.
From then on, at the end of the world, he was the only one, watching the sunrise and sunset silently.
After guarding the tomb for three years, all Wang Lin's hair became white, and his body was no longer tall and straight, but slightly curved. On his body, there are traces of vicissitudes and years.
"Thirty-eight years..." Wang Lin's face has wrinkles, and he is now close to 60 years old.
Dafu was even older, standing behind Wang Lin with a cane, looking at him silently, looking down at his right wrist, and nodding lightly after a long time.
"There can be a few thirty-eight years in life... I don't know others, but I shouldn't have another one." Wang Lin knelt down in a low voice and bowed before his parents' grave.
"Remember that ancient temple..." Wang Lin stood up and looked back at the old man who couldn't walk out of the big blessing for too long.
"In that ancient temple, I said I was missing a book boy, so you followed." Wang Lin showed a reminiscence smile on his face, looking at Dafu, who has been with him for more than 30 years.
"Dafu can also be a book boy." Dafu rolled his eyelids and grinned.
"You're old, I'm old... But I still have a wish... Dafu, help me guard my home, wait for me, wait for me to come back." Wang Lin looked up at the sky, and on that sky, he saw that A white flying bird.
"I am still a little bit short of the perception of heaven and earth. I will use the rest of my life to go to the many countries of the Vermilion Star. When I come back, maybe I have not got anything, maybe I have realized it clearly."
In the spring of the 38th year, Wang Lin left the mountain village alone. Dafu stayed at home, silently waiting for Wang Lin's return, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, maybe a lifetime.
Wang Lin was sitting in a carriage alone, drinking wine, and getting farther and farther away from Hengyue Mountain. A few months later, the carriage came to the border of Zhao State. Here Wang Lin got out of the carriage and dismissed the coachman. He took a deep breath and looked back. After taking a look at Zhao Guo, he turned around and took a step, stepping out of the border of Zhao Guo.
This is the first time in his life that he has left the country of Zhao. Wang Lin didn't think about the road ahead. He only knew that the road was at his feet.
The moment he took this step, suddenly there were several changhong whizzing in the sky, passing faintly from above Wang Lin, he did not raise his head, but walked forward calmly.
A soft whistle came from the Changhong that was whizzing through the sky, but one of the several monks was extremely beautiful, a woman with extraordinary appearance. In addition to being beautiful, this woman had a charming color, but she was not. Contrived, but born naturally.
She stopped in the air and looked down at Wang Lin, who was walking step by step below. She frowned slightly, her expression revealing confusion and confusion.
"What's wrong, Junior Sister Liu." Beside her, a monk said in surprise.
"Nothing, you go back to the sect first, I have some private affairs." The extremely beautiful woman spoke softly, no longer paying attention to everyone, but turned and flew down.
The monk who had spoken before was startled, and was about to follow.
"Brother, I want to be alone." The woman's soft but very firm voice echoed, causing the cultivator to stop, pondering for a while, and leaving with the other similarly surprised fellows, she left far away.
Wang Lin stopped, turned around, and watched the beautiful long rainbow descend in the sky behind him, and fell ten feet away in front of him in a blink of an eye, transforming into a woman in a purple shirt.
This woman is very beautiful, and she is beautiful that Wang Lin has never seen in her life, and she is even better than Zhou Rui of that year.
However, Wang Lin was not in a daze. He had seen everything, pursued the truth of heaven and earth, and possessed his own thoughts. In his eyes, this woman was beautiful but beautiful, but when he finally closed his eyes, the burial land It's the same as an ordinary woman, there is no difference.
The woman looked at Wang Lin, who was ten feet away, at his white-haired, wrinkled face, and at his bright and wise eyes. For a long time, she bowed her head and bowed slightly.
"Old man, I met you once a few decades ago, and met you for the second time today, do you still remember?"
Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of him with thoughts in his eyes. After a long time, he smiled slightly and shook his head hoarsely.
"I forgot."
"Since you have forgotten, then forget it. Old man, I don't know why. When I see you, I always feel like we have seen you somewhere, not this time, but the last time I saw it. I want to know, what is your name? Name?" The woman said softly with a smile on her face.
"Old man Wang Lin." Wang Lin looked calm and spoke slowly.
"Wang Lin?" The woman frowned, thought about it for a long time, and whispered hesitantly.
"But Zhao Guo Daru, Wang Lin?"
"It's the old man." Wang Lin nodded, his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of life, and the depths seemed to contain heaven and earth.
"It should be that I remembered wrong..." The woman thought for a long time, but she didn't think about the root cause that made her familiar and made her heartache. She took a deep look at Wang Lin. She didn't understand why. When I saw the other party, the tingling feeling was more intense than before, especially the old appearance of the other party, which made her feel unspeakable melancholy while stinging.
"Excuse me, goodbye." She sighed lightly, turning around and leaving with the confusion in her eyes and the pain in her chest.
"I don't know what the girl's name is?" Wang Lin said softly.
"Liu Mei, the eyebrows of the eyebrows." The woman stopped and turned her head. Under Misato's eyes, there was a fascinating smile at the corner of her mouth. After hesitating, she patted the storage bag with her right hand and took it out. A pill.
"You are old, this pill can keep you energized, you and I are also considered destined to meet, I will send you off, goodbye." Liu Mei put down the pill, and a cloud appeared under his feet, following the cloud floating on his body, like that. , It's beautiful.
"Is it a pre-life, or reincarnation, or a dream... or all of this, nothing... Liu Mei, Liu Mei... The life in the dream, the woman who stung me awake..." Wang Lin looked at the pill, his mood, Hidden well.
For a long time, until the figure of the woman on the horizon was far away, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head and shouted a word with his greatest strength at the moment in a hoarse voice.
"Liu Mei, you must remember, no matter what time it is, maybe it's the next life, maybe it's a reincarnation, maybe it's a dream, don't get to know a monk named Wang Lin again! Don't know him, don't contact him... "
Liu Mei had already walked away. Wang Lin didn't know if she heard it. He shouted out all his strength until his voice became dumb, and there was no more shadow of Changhong in the distance.