The night spreads over the entire Fengquan Town without hesitation, but it becomes a lot gentler where the lights are, and becomes naughty with the bustle of people.

Lin Lian and Zhan Lian followed Tony unknowingly out of the bustle and arrived at the bank of the Phoenix River.

The river breeze blows leisurely, bringing the fragrance of wild flowers, accompanied by the smell of green grass and trees, which is a bit intoxicating at this night.

Lin Lian was held by Zhan Lianshi, and she walked slowly and slowly in the night. She didn't think about anything, and her heart was calm, but before she knew it, many scenes appeared in front of her eyes.

It wasn't until the yellow horn tree in front of her, shrouded in the night like a giant umbrella, fell into her eyes that she came back to her senses.

Every time you sleep and wake up, one life ends and another begins.

But everything seems like yesterday.

Just like now, the huge tree crown is opened, the branches are luxuriant, the breeze is gentle, and the leaves are rustling.

She seemed to have returned to that day.

On the day of the Beginning of Summer, she sat under the yellow horn tree and waited for the children.

Then……

The strength in her waist tightened, and Lin Lian unconsciously leaned into this cold and cold embrace.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked up at him.

Zhan Lian was staring at the yellow horn tree in front of him, his eyes heavy, as if he was pressed against something.

"What's wrong?"

Holding his hand, she whispered.

In front of Zhan Lianshi was that dusk day, the summer wind was blowing, she was wearing a blue dress, her hair was slightly pulled, sitting under the yellow horn tree, quietly looking at the scene of the Phoenix River.

That day, she died.

The soft voice was in my ears, and everything seemed to have passed.

But to him, it's just yesterday.

"cold?"

Her hands were a little cold, and he held her hands with his big hands to dispel the coldness.

Lin Lian heard him ask and seemed to feel a little cold.

I'm afraid it might be too cold by the wind here by the river.

She shook her head: "It's okay."

Zhan Lianshi looked at her with soft eyes and a smile on his face. He closed his arms and pressed her into his arms.

In an instant, the familiarity, hardness and stability enveloped her completely. Lin Lian laughed and said, "I'm not cold."

Most women have a cold constitution, let alone her.

Zhan Lianshi did not let go of the forest curtain, but still held her in his arms and led her forward.

"Is this here yet?"

Zhan Keke had already come down and walked away on her own, being led by Tony, and the little girl was jumping up and down.

Seeing a stall under the yellow horn tree in front of her, with a ragged old man in weird clothes and weird braids, the little girl ran over curiously.

The old man was sitting on a small stool, with a piece of cloth written by Shen Laojiu Yuan in front of him. There was a Tai Chi diagram embroidered on the cloth. On the diagram, there was a bamboo tube with bamboo sticks inside.

A small lamp was placed on the corner of the cloth and burned quietly.

There were many people gathered in front of the stall, and they all seemed to come here because of its reputation.

They lined up waiting for the old man to sign.

Zhan Keke had never seen anything like this before. It was the first time he saw it. He ran over to the old man and squatted down to look at him curiously.

The old man seems to have lived for a long time, so long that his age cannot be guessed.

Her hair is half white, and the folds on her face are deeply carved with texture, as if every vein is telling a story from the past.

Her eyes were half-closed, her hand as dry as an old tree holding a bamboo stick, and the darkness of her eyes could be vaguely seen.

Not even a trace of brilliance can be seen.

"Grandma, can't you see?"

Zhan Keke looked at it for a long time and found that the old man's eyes did not move at all, as if they were stagnant water.

"Hey, eh, how do you talk?"

Tony quickly picked up the little girl and said to the little girl: "Hurry up and apologize to grandma."

No one noticed that the old man could not see. It was not because of the dim candlelight or the darkness of the night, but because the old man did not look like a blind person.

After Tony finished talking to the little girl, he hurriedly said to the old man: "I'm sorry, the child is childish, and I hope you won't be offended."

The old man put down the bamboo stick, and his gray eyes turned and fell on Zhan Keke's little face.

Zhan Keke blinked his eyes wide, looking at the raised gray eyes, the halo could not shine into them, and it looked like an endless abyss with not a trace of light in sight.

She was confused.

Grandma just can't see it.

But I don’t seem to be able to ask so directly, that’s not good.

The little girl quickly bent over and apologized to the old man: "I'm sorry, grandma, but I saw it wrong."

"Don't be angry."

Her voice is sweet and sweet, and the listeners feel soft in their hearts.

The old man stretched out his hand towards her and landed on her forehead.

Zhan Keke made a sound, tilted his head, and looked at the old man curiously.

The old man looked at her, but seemed to be looking through her at the forest curtain and Zhan Lian behind him. His eyes were dark and opened, and many things were pouring out of them like a strong wind.

"The cause of the past life, the effect of the future life, and the next life will be perfect."

"All the hardships have passed, and the prayers in my heart have been fulfilled."

"That's it."

The old man gently stroked Zhan Keke's forehead with his fingertips, took it back, put the things away, picked up her small lamp, and walked slowly into the night.

"You will see each other again."

"when?"

"Ten years later."

"good."

"Ding ding... ding ding..."

"..."

Lin Lian stood there, looking at the old man.

The clear ringing of bells seemed to ring in my ears. As the rickety old body walked farther and farther away, the weak candlelight gradually became smaller, and Lin Lian smiled.

The cause of the past life, the result of the future life, and the perfection of the next life.
Chapter completed!