One year after another, each year is actually no different from the previous year. Shen Qingxuan felt this way, and when he asked Yimo, Yimo felt the same way. They are still the same as before, occasionally separated, or a day or two, or three or five days, or a month or two, but they have not been separated for longer. After the small farewell, Yimo will return to the small courtyard on the south side of the huge Shen mansion. At night, he took the man who had taken off his hair crown and asked him tenderly if he would marry into his arms.

The days passed slowly, like calm water, and the time flowed quietly below. Only by turning the corner of his eye by chance, did Shen Qingxuan realize that time flies, and the noisy child who used to be beside them suddenly grew up.

Xiaobao stood beside him and could already be shoulder to shoulder with him.

After dealing with the affairs of the family, Shen Qingxuan returned to his yard with the warmer in his sleeves. Xiaobao was reading in the house, and his voice was so loud that he could hear it even from outside the yard. Shen Qingxuan closed the door, took off the heater and cloak and handed them over to the girl, went over to pat Xiaobao's head, and asked in a low voice, "Where's your father?"

"Reading a book with a hand stove, but I think he should have fallen asleep." Xiaobao also lowered his volume and raised his head as he spoke. Said: "I suspect that he has turned into a snake."

Shen Qingxuan laughed, "He's still so loud when he's asleep."

"He woke up as soon as I stopped." Xiaobao stuck out his tongue, and sure enough, there was a sound of the quilt rolling from behind the screen, followed by Yimo's voice, "There's a lot of talk." Yimo said in a sleepy voice confused.

Shen Qingxuan walked over and lifted the bed sheet, only to see that the quilt was spread out, flat and neat, with only some protrusions in the center, as expected, he fell asleep in its original shape. Reaching out his hand to pick up the big snake in the quilt, Shen Qingxuan said: "Don't sleep, you don't need to hibernate again." He raised the volume and said to the screen: "Xiaobao, don't study, it's Lantern Festival today. Go to the night market in the evening. ."

Yimo returned to his human form and responded lazily. Xiaobao closed the book and smiled brightly. Shen Qingxuan also smiled, his fingers running between Yimo's hair, the charcoal fire in the room was exuberant, and the tranquility was not like a human world.

During the Lantern Festival, the streets are covered with red lanterns, and the atmosphere is peaceful and joyful. Xiaobao shuttles among the goods placed by the vendors, and is particularly playful, but he is much calmer than when he was a child, no longer running around. The lights were red and green all the way. Shen Qingxuan stood in front of the lantern stand and looked at the lantern riddles hanging on it. The lantern riddles only had to be guessed and they could be taken away. There were many people in front of the stand. As soon as they saw them coming, they dispersed. Having been accustomed to this kind of treatment over the years, Shen Qingxuan didn't take it seriously. Instead, he stood in front of Yimo and poked him in the chest, and said in a low voice, "Poisonous snake." He pointed to Xiaobao who was watching the shadow puppet show in front of him, and said. : "Ferocious beast." Finally, he pointed back at himself: "Monster that is associated with poisonous snakes and beasts." Yimo looked at him for a moment, raised his hand and flicked his forehead. He has already practiced this movement smoothly, but most of it is used on Little Treasure. Shen Qingxuan was flicked on the forehead, but instead he laughed wildly.

There are all kinds of shouts on the street, among which the shouts of Lantern Festival are the most, accompanied by the aroma of boiled glutinous rice, white mist curls up. Shen Qingxuan stopped, pulled Yimo to sit down, and called Xiaobao again. The three of them sat at the table, waiting for the Lantern Festival.

Yimo doesn't like sweets, so at this time of the year, he accompanies them to eat a bowl of Lantern Festival with sweet-scented osmanthus and sesame stuffing.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with years of vicissitudes on his face. Seeing Shen Qingxuan coming, he put a few more in the bowl of Lantern Festival. When the guests sitting at another table saw it, they were dissatisfied and patted the table to ask something. The stall owner smiled and said, "Master Shen's family has been taking care of my business for twelve years."

Shen Qingxuan glanced at Yimo in surprise, "Has it been twelve years?"

Yimo drank the sweet soup and ignored him. In fact, it had been thirteen years. He accompanied this person, ate the Lantern Festival for the thirteen years, observed the New Year's Eve for the thirteen years, and passed the thirteen spring, autumn, cold and heat.

And, not tired yet.

After eating the Lantern Festival, Shen Qingxuan took out the copper coins, and placed the 16 copper coins in the red string on the table as usual. He said good luck to the stall owner, and the three continued to stroll forward.

After watching for a while in front of the shadow puppet booth, and then going to the clay pottery booth, Shen Qingxuan stood for a while in front of the chubby clay dolls and asked Xiaobao which one he wanted. , said: "This." It was a squinting clay doll, chubby, chubby, listless, with narrowed eyes.

Shen Qingxuan glanced at Little Treasure and silently bought the doll. The father and son walked aside holding the doll, Shen Qingxuan asked, "Why did you choose this?"

"Like winter's father, dozed off." Xiaobao snickered and put the doll into his sleeve.

Shen Qingxuan turned around and looked at Yimo who was picking up dolls in front of the booth, and fell silent.

Yimo came back with a little fox in his arms. The clay sculpture of the little fox was painted with colorful glaze, and the whole body was snow-white. It was curled up in a ball. The chin and nose were hidden in the furry tail. narrow eyes. Sly cute.

Yimo pushed the fox against Shen Qingxuan's nose, "You."

Shen Qingxuan said: "...how am I like this."

"Yes." Xiaobao testified.

Shen Qingxuan ran over and picked it for a long time. He picked a little fat dog made of clay. He was stretching his neck and looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking. Shen Qingxuan pushed the dog in front of Xiaobao's nose, "You."

Xiaobao opened his mouth in astonishment: "Dad, this is a dog!"

"I know."

"I'm not a dog!" I'm a wolf!

"That's right." Shen Qingxuan patted his head and said with a smile, "That's right."

Yimo said: "Don't argue. In front of the elders, you are this." Yimo pointed to the little fat dog.

Xiaobao cried silently.

The three of them walked forward again, Shen Qingxuan suddenly muttered incomprehension and said, "Don't you think that the dolls of the stall owner are getting fatter every year?"

Xiaobao is still entangled between the dog and the wolf, so he doesn't care to answer this question. Yimo looked at the dragon dancing team in front of him and didn't bother to answer this question. Shen Qingxuan thought, ah, no one cares about me.

Suddenly seeing a figure out of the corner of his eyes, Shen Qingxuan stopped, and then walked over. Yimo and Xiaobao stood there. They also saw the man, who was rushing to the river, where the lanterns were placed. That was Xiaobao's grandmother, Mrs. Shen. That's why Shen Qingxuan rushed over without saying a word.

Xiaobao's face sank, and he asked in a low voice, "How many years has Grandma not seen Dad?"

Imo didn't answer. Turning his head to look forward, he said, "Let's go and see the juggling."

The two walked slowly towards the juggling flyover.

Shen Qingxuan was walking in the crowd, crowding the noisy crowd. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the figure, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. At this moment, the hair stood on end. A whirlwind of heaven and earth came as promised, accompanied by a chill to the bones, like returning to the ice cave of childhood, Shen Qingxuan tried his best to open his eyes, but it was only darkness.

This is the thirteenth year. Shen Qingxuan thought about it, even though he thought about it every day that passed.

Today is finally the day. He couldn't wait for Emer any longer.

I don't have time to wait for you. Shen Qingxuan gritted his teeth and stumbled to the wall with the memory of the street in his mind, leaning against the wall and arching his body, breathing hard. At this moment, he shrank back, thinking of his mother who was putting lanterns by the river - still missing.

I don't know how long it has been, it may be very short, it may be very long. Shen Qingxuan heard Xiaobao's voice and called to himself anxiously in his ear: "Daddy, Daddy!"

Shen Qingxuan slowly opened his eyes, the street market was still the same street market, there were many lanterns, and shouts were heard. Amidst the boiling noise, he saw Yimo standing in front of him with his sleeves behind his back, dressed in black robes, with long black hair scattered, standing far away. There, he was looking at him quietly, his eyes were dead silent.

The whole world fell silent.

Shen Qingxuan rolled up the corners of his lips and showed a smile. With the help of Xiaobao, he stood up and walked over step by step. His footsteps were heavy and procrastinated, as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, as if he had crossed the Sansheng River, as if he was stepping on his feet. With the tip of the thorns, as if every footprint had left bloodstains. It was extremely painful and difficult to walk.

He finally stood in front of Yimo, eye to eye.

They stared at each other, but made no sound.

He took Yimo's hand, branded his hand, and wrapped his fingers around his fingers, holding and pulling like this, and then whispered, "Let's go home."

His life was draining at a rapid rate.

Xiaobao stood in front of the door every day, listening to the movement in the room without saying a word. His father has been dealing with affairs day and night, starting from the accounts, counting the shops, fields, tenants, goods in the family... It has been five days and five nights without rest. It seems that the rest of his life is to be done in this period of time.

Xiaobao doesn't know how long he has been standing here, he just stands, quietly, no matter the wind or rain. Just like his father in the house, he stayed beside that person, silently accompanying him.

He already knows his origin, and he already knows that he will personally send this unrelated but dearest person away.

A month later, Shen Qingxuan called him into the house.

The windows in the house were closed, and in the dim light, Xiaobao saw his father.

Skinny, with high cheekbones and a pointed jaw, the original black hair was mixed with countless white strands.

Xiaobao choked, endured and endured, and finally broke down in tears.

"The matter has been dealt with." Shen Qingxuan seemed to have never heard him cry, and said with a smile, "I want to go back to the mountain, are you going?"

Xiaobao nodded, walked over and held his hand.

Leaving a few letters on the case, Shen Qingxuan opened the door. A breeze blew past, and the figures at the door seemed to have been blown away, and the open door was slowly closed, with a "squeak" sound, covering up the love-hate relationship that once existed in this room.

The courtyard in the mountain has been vacant for many years, and Shen Qingxuan is sitting in the sunshine, leaning on Yimo's chest.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, meeting of resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for it." Shen Qingxuan's voice was hoarse and weak, and he said slowly, "I have only one suffering in my life."

Emer hugged him tightly.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm. The ones I love have never left, and those who hate me have long since left my heart." Shen Qingxuan raised his hand, the back of his hand was full of blue veins, and his withered hand touched his face, his eyes still filled with infatuation, and he whispered softly. Said: "You can only ask for it."

In this life, you can't ask for it.

Shen Qingxuan stroked his face, "It's only because of this request that I can't, that's why I escaped the six hardships. Yimo..." He said in a hurry, gasping for a second, Yimo patted lightly, The scrawny back patted softly, as if soothing a baby, with a cautious gesture.

"I like you."

Shen Qingxuan said, closed his eyes and smiled. This was the first and only time in his life that he said he liked it.

"Imo, I like you."

Closing his eyes completely, Shen Qingxuan said softly, as if he had fallen asleep after speaking, his wrists drooped and slid beside him.

Yimo closed his eyes, put him in his arms, and used great strength, as if to rub this weak and dead body into the blood and locked him in his arms, his lips touched those snow-white hairs, Kiss lightly.

However, no one will respond to him again.

Shen Qingxuan's suicide note, the funeral will be kept simple after his death, and there is no need to wait for Shen Zhen to return and be buried in a different courtyard in the mountain. Another wooden box in the dark cabinet was taken and buried together.

On the day of the burial, Shen Zhen came back. Shen's father was old and sick in bed. Shen's mother never came forward and was locked in the Buddhist hall. Shen Zhen came back and presided over the overall situation. Xu Mingshi also heard the news and happened to arrive on the day of the burial. Shen Zhen followed his brother's order and buried him in the mountains. As for the wooden box, Shen Zhen found it, opened it, and found some old paper, full of handwriting, from Shen Qingxuan and another person. Dialogue, and some books, are hard-to-find classics in this world. Needless to say, it was also given by the owner of the other handwriting on the paper. There is also a set of Chunkou Palace. All of them are collected and placed in a small box, and don't know how many years they have been hidden.

Shen Zhen put the box in his brother's coffin.

The coffin was buried, the ceremony was over, and finally everyone dispersed, only Shen Zhen was left alone, kneeling in front of the tomb and weeping.

Being sad and pregnant, with one more person beside him, Shen Zhen raised his head and looked at the man he had never met before. He knew his identity with just one glance.

"you……"

Yimo looked down at him, then moved his gaze to the icy stone tablet, and said slowly, "I'll take Shen Jue away. If you have something to do in the future, you can come and find me in the mountains."

"You mean Xiaobao?" Shen Zhen was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "But he is a descendant of my Shen family."

"I promise him to take Shen Jue until he reaches adulthood."

"...If it's my brother's intention..." Shen Zhen lowered his head with red eyes, "How could I go against my brother's wish."

Yimo squatted down and looked at the stone tablet in front of him. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. He just watched, and finally stretched out his hand and rubbed the cold stone tablet. It has Shen Qingxuan's name on it. This name has always been soft and warm, and can be kept warm in his arms, but at this moment, it has become colder than him.

Imo got up and left.

Shen Zhen knelt on the spot, still crying.

Only when he was wiping away his tears, he raised his head, and the corner of his eyes swept across the stone tablet and suddenly felt strange, and then he looked closely, and there was a line of words on the corner of the tablet.

The font is correct, and the letter is:

Immortality

(Volume 1 · End)

The author has something to say: the first volume is over, the children's shoes who don't want to see the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan can stop there.

The rest are willing to accompany the big snake to find Xiao Shen's children's shoes, pack up the luggage, prepare the rucksack, and prepare the dry food.

Come with me, GO!