Time passed in this warmth. When the autumn leaves were flying again that year, Wang Lin and Liu Mei were completely old. Their children, Wang Ping, came back occasionally over the years, but never stayed too long each time. He left in a hurry.
Two old people sitting in the courtyard, Liu Mei smiled, looking at Wang Lin on the opposite side. There was a wooden sculpture in Wang Lin's hand. He looked at Liu Mei. Perhaps it was the last wooden sculpture in their lives that he was carving her for her.
The wooden sculpture gradually appeared outline in Wang Lin's hands, and gradually outlined the look of willow eyebrows, but it was not gray-haired now, but as beautiful as when they got married the next day.
"I know, even if you haven't spoken to me in your entire life, but you are not a dumb..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin, and looked at the sculpture that was slowly taking shape in his hand, with gentle eyes.
Wang Lin looked up at Liu Mei with a smile on his face, shook his head, and still did not speak.
On the third day after the statue was carved, Liu Mei became ill. She was lying on the bed, her old face could still see the beauty of her youth, she held Wang Lin's hand sitting on the side of the bed, never loosening it.
"I know, you are not dumb..."
"Remember when we met for the first time when we were young, when you were looking at the sky, I was very curious about what you were looking at, and came to see you together. But I didn't see anything. Right, you suddenly spoke, and the first words you said to me... You remember, I also remember..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin, his eyes were gentle, like water.
"Tell me that I am your wife... You are my husband... This is destined." Liu Mei murmured, the smile on her face softer, she looked at Wang Lin, as if immersed in the memory.
Wang Lin also laughed, he held Liu Mei's hand without letting go.
The two watched like this, Liu Mei was always talking, talking for a lifetime, talking about when he was a teenager, talking about having Wang Ping after getting married.
"Ping'er is a good boy, but when he grows up, he has his own way... We can't let him stay with him for a lifetime... After I leave, you are the only one left. You have to take care of him." Liu Mei murmured.
Wang Lin shook his head and looked at Liu Mei, his eyes soft.
Liu Mei spoke until the night passed, until the early morning sun was shining, when the autumn wind was blowing the yellow leaves around the sky, Liu Mei was confused, she took Wang Lin's hand, and suddenly grasped it forcefully.
Her wrinkled face was rosy at this moment, like a reflection of light, as if this weak body was injected with vitality again.
"I saw... Wang Lin, I saw..." She struggled to sit up, with surprise on her face, pointing to the sky outside the window, and quickly said to Wang Lin.
"I saw what was in the sky that we looked at together when we were young, and I really saw it! I saw in the sky, there is a you, there is a me... I saw... We are immortals... I... I..." Liu Mei said Suddenly, tears flowed in her eyes, and she saw a scene that made her heartache.
"I... How could this be..." There were more tears in Liu Mei's eyes.
"Everything is over..." Wang Lin said, pulling Liu's eyebrows, and said the first words after they got married, their voices were hoarse and soft.
That night, when Wang Ping took his wife and resigned from the official position and returned to his hometown to be with his parents forever, he saw that in the room, his parents were asleep, smiling, and died.
He stood in front of his parents blankly, for a long time, for a long time, tears shed on his face... His parents' faces and the past when he was a child appeared in his mind.
Mourning their parents, Wang Ping and Qing Yi, lived in this old house until the years passed, until they got old, until they closed their eyes.
In the cave mansion guarded by the thirteenth guard, Wang Lin and Liu Mei sat cross-legged, eyes closed. Between them, there was a rotating bead, and the bead emitted a gloomy light, as if connecting the two of them together.
On this day, Wang Lin opened his eyes, and he looked at the woman beside him for a long, long time.
The woman's eyelashes trembled, tears flowed down, and she opened her eyes, looking at Wang Lin, the two of them stared at them, as if they wanted eternity.
"Is it over..." Mu Bing murmured.
"It's over, close your eyes, and open it again, everything will be a new beginning..." Wang Lin said softly. He knew that the woman in front of him had very complicated feelings for him, but no matter how complicated, she would not relax after all. Open hand.
Mu Bing looked at Wang Lin blankly. She didn't know what Wang Lin's words meant, but she closed her eyes obediently, blocking the flow of tears.
"Open your eyes..." A familiar voice came from her ear.
When she opened her eyes, she saw it.