When Liu Yan woke up, he was stunned for a while. He lay on the stone table and remembered what had happened before. He looked down at his feet. The basin of the washed-off water that had been poured off was still wet on the ground. So he narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. The direction of the sun indicated that he had not been sleeping for long. When he stood up, the cloth robe naturally slid off his shoulders. Liu Yan squatted and picked it up, and only then did he show a hint of grief on his face.

The robe was from Xu Mingshi. He thought that this person would never be there again.

It was strange that he didn't think of Yi Mo at this time, nor did he have any thoughts at all. He thought that he might have recovered, but only a flash of thoughts. What followed was Xu Mingshi's face.

From the young and arrogant to the old, there was almost no transition in the middle. It suddenly seemed that in the blink of an eye, he got old and then disappeared into the world.

Liu Yan couldn't help but raise his hand and touched his face. It was naturally smooth and had no trace at all. In this yard, both him and Chen Jue were all young and had many great years. Only Xu Mingshi, who was destroyed by the years, became an old face. Liu Yan thought of this, walked a few steps in the yard, followed Xu Mingshi's footsteps, looked at flowers and birds, ants and butterflies. As he walked, he stopped. Liu Yan squatted down, curled up as if he was unable to bear the load, and curled up at the base of Xu Mingshi's sunbathing wall, thinking that he was really sorry.

Liu Yan couldn't tell what he was sorry for. He only knew that Xu Mingshi was gone, and he never met him for the last time. In this world, he had no one to worry about. When he thought about this, he didn't know where the sadness came from, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Speaking of his three-life cycle, he seemed to have always been a kind person. Although he never lacked loyalty and never stingy in helping others, there are only a handful of people who really came into his heart and made him miss him today.

He was always used to being awake and too cautious. He was in a moderate way to interact with others, without leaking water, like a circle, without revealing edges and corners, and was self-satisfied without flaws. Therefore, no one could open his hard shell and sneak into his world, and he put in his own hands. Now there is one less person, and he is so sad that he has no falsehood. He has red eyes and buried his face on his legs, and he has maintained this position, and he doesn't know how long he has sat there.

Chen Jue poured hot water out of the kitchen, glanced at Liu Yan, who was huddled under the wall, hesitated for a while before leaning over and squatting beside him.

"Dad." Chen Jue shouted.

Liu Yan seemed to have not heard it, and he was still moving. Chen Jue shouted twice before he heard Liu Yan ask in a nasal voice: "Have he changed his clothes?"

"It's changed." Chen Jue said.

Liu Yan then raised his head, but there were no tears in the corners of his eyes. He thought it was rubbing clean and refused to let someone look at it. He stood up and took the hot water beside him and walked into the room. He promised to handle his funeral after him, so that he could complete his life with decent appearance.

After entering the room and bypassing a beautiful screen, I saw someone sitting on the edge of the bed, tidying up his shoes and socks for Xu Mingshi, who was lying on the bed. Who else would be the one besides Yi Mo, with her black clothes and a wild and unruly back?

Liu Yan's hand trembled, and the hot water in the basin rippled, moistening the white towel beside him.

Yi Mo turned around, looked at him and lowered his head to continue the matter in his hand, with an unprecedented concentration and solemn expression. Liu Yan didn't say anything, walked to one side and put down the basin, wrung out the white towel and went to cleanse Xu Mingshi's face.

Previously, Xu Mingshi deliberately angered Chen Jue's chicken soup and many oil stains were on his mouth, and even his beard was sticking to it, which was greasy. It was really a blink of an eye. He was still full of energy just now, and he was so arrogant that he almost jumped his feet with anger. In a blink of an eye, his body became cold.

And I will never be warmed up again.

Liu Yan carefully cleaned his beard, wiped away the oil, and then straightened his hair into a bun. The old man in a new dress, lying there quietly with his eyes closed, looking very friendly.

Then there was a burial. The paper money for sesame oil was lit. The eternal lamp was always extinguished day and night, and stood beside the coffin. People were guarding the coffin day and night, burning paper or replacing the oil of the lamp.

It’s just that unlike the funerals in the secular world, there is no crying or vocal music here, everything is silent and quiet.

This way, I went to the first seventh period and the coffin was buried in the soil.

A monument was erected in front of the tomb. There were a few simple lines of characters on the monument, including Xu Mingshi's name and characters, and their family.

Yi Mo lit paper money in front of the grave, looked at the blue smoke and fire, and said in the flying paper confetti: "Xu Mingshi, I thought you wouldn't do this."

Yes, he didn't know he would do that.

He once thought a lot. He had practiced for thousands of years, understood that everything had cause and effect and fixed, and knew that his merits were heavy, and there might be a turning point in the future, so he saved his life and returned to his original form and lived in a daze. There were not many people and demons who had received his favor for two thousand years. Although he did not like socializing and had a weak temperament, he might not have no help. For example, the old immortal had never helped him. It was just a secret to helping him. After all, the universe was vast and the sea was full of mulberry fields, and there were rules to balance it. Life or death, arise or death, and even gods could not change it without authorization.

Only when the opportunity comes to appear on its own can the old immortal help you according to the will of heaven.

But I never expected that this opportunity would be Xu Mingshi.

He waited for the turn, and then the turn came. The person who came was Xu Mingshi. Their meeting was so ridiculous, but it ended like this.

"Xu Mingshi," Yi Mo shook his head, threw a string of paper money and burned it. Then he stroked the stone tablet in front of the grave and said slowly: "You should go see her too."

Yi Mo knew many things, but he just didn't like to talk about them. For example, he knew the little rabbit spirit that Xu Mingshi was worried about for a long time; and for example, her soul refused to reincarnate, just sat by the Naihe Bridge day and night and cried endlessly, and the annoyed King of Hell in the underworld asked someone to complain.

That was the news he heard when Ji Jiu went to the underworld after he died.

The King of Hell cried with a headache, and naturally he would report it. After the report, there would be an immortal review. She and Xu Mingshi were both pure and kind-hearted and did good things in life. They should have a good ending, so Xu Mingshi should not be scattered.

The old immortal followed the will of heaven and gathered Xu Mingshi's soul, let him do it again, and repay the little rabbit's tears. Everyone was also very happy.

Yi Mo stood up, slapped Yu who had touched her body, and said to Liu Yan: "Let's go, go home."

At this time, Liu Yan really raised his eyes and looked at Yi Mo. This was the first time he had looked at him seriously since he had recovered from his human form.

It seemed as if the first time he met, he faced that face and even his breathing gradually disappeared, as if he could even abandon his life as long as he saw this face.

He looked at it for so long and had so many things to say in his heart, and in the end he just said softly:

"You're really back."

What I vomited in the end was just such a calm and gentle word.

Just because they can still see and look at each other, there is nothing in this world that can make him calm and composed.

"I'm back." Yimo replied.

“Just come back.”

Yi Mo looked at him and asked lightly: "If there are any twists and turns, are you still waiting?"

——If there are any twists and turns, do you have to wait?

Liu Yan trembled almost immediately, but he quickly calmed down.

He could only wait, there was nothing he could do about it.

From the moment he met him, he could not persuade himself to give up halfway. He liked him. No matter how desperate he was, he could smile and survive as long as he thought of him. This itself is a dead knot, and it could not be solved even after three lifetimes.

There is no choice where the heart wants.

"I'll wait." Liu Yan said.

Maybe the future will be calm and let them work together for a lifetime, and maybe the waves will rise again and be displaced. But what does it matter what the future will be like?

He is just an ordinary human being, born humble, unable to call the wind and rain, nor will he be reborn. He has no ability to defy heaven, he is just a person.

Compared with the fairy monster and the Jade Emperor of the God, he is just an inconspicuous person in the humble crowd, low to the dust.

Mortals cannot avoid misfortune and face it is the only choice, but as long as a breath remains, waiting and hope will never fade.

If you have not obtained it, how can you lose it? If you have truly obtained it, how can you be afraid of losing it?

"No matter what else, I'll wait." Liu Yan said.

Yi Mo went over and took his hand and said softly: "Nothing will happen again." Although he said lightly, he seemed to be a promise, an oath, and was extremely confident.

Liu Yan's tears fell quietly at this time, and they were quickly wiped away, and they whispered not to cry.

"Don't cry," Yi Mo said, his warm hands solemnly holding on to the other party's equally warm hands, "I'll be with you."

——I will accompany you to grow old.

He did what he said, holding his hand, smiling in the morning light, embracing each other in the sunset, and walking through fifty springs and autumns and colds and heats until their black hair turned white.

In the season when autumn is gone, he lay on the bed, looking out the window after the autumn rain, the yellow leaves were covered with gold, and it seemed to be covered with gold, brilliant and gorgeous. They were wearing neat and clean robes and lay side by side.

At this time, he heard the people around him calling his name and said, "In the next life, I will go to find you."

He smiled, a warm and peaceful curve appeared on the corner of his lips, and his cheeks also wrinkled. He smiled and said, "Okay."

"Let's wait for me."

"good."

He agreed, and then he tightened his hands that had never been released in his palm before, and quietly closed his eyes.

Join hands with you and grow old with you.

Walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, cross the river of time, cross the blue sky, and walk to the desolate end. You are still here in the new prosperity.

The sunlight outside the window shines through the thin window screen and shines into the house. The autumn wind in the house rolls up the bed curtains embroidered with peach blossoms, gently lifts up and puts them down, and repeats itself until the end.

(Escape from snakes, full text)
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