The sky was slightly bright, and Liu Yan woke up. After sweating a lot last night, Yimo covered him tightly and never caught cold, so when he woke up, Liu Yan didn't feel his head heavy, except for the softness and soreness of his waist, he was very refreshed. The low-grade fever that has been lingering for several days is cured without medical treatment.

Liu Yan probed his forehead, thinking of these three lives, except for the first one, which was weak and often sick, the remaining two lives were all healthy, even if they were sick, they were also mentally ill.

Just like Ji Jiu in the previous life, after meeting Yimo for the first time, he fell seriously ill. If it wasn't for the childish voice of the little girl leaning over her body to wake up her mind, she would not know how long she would be ill.

Liu Yan remembered her daughter in her previous life, but now she doesn't know who she is, or she has long since passed away. All the impressions had of daughter in mind were only the delicate and tender little man, with his red nails whistling and his small mouth open while waiting for the nanny to feed. Naturally, he thought of Ji Leping again.

The father and son turned against each other, not without melancholy, but after all, they were blood relatives. When they met, their hearts naturally softened, and because of this softness, when they were stabbed, it would hurt even more.

Liu Yan closed his eyes and opened them again, Yimo was already awake, looking at him silently, his eyes were clear, and he could see everything clearly.

Yimo stroked his back, as if comforting, but also faintly, as if with two points of guilt. can't say anything about guilt, maybe just feel the same way, but can't help much, so have guilt. Only the dearest person in this world would hate to be able to use his own body to grieve and ache for him.

Liu Yan closed her eyes again, moved her cheeks over, and rubbed against Yimo's face. The two people's breaths were intertwined in one place, and the other party's thoughts were also clear in their chests. They calmed down each other, got rid of the chaos and disorder, and snuggled together to enjoy this moment of peace and worry.

until the sky is bright.

There was a noise in the yard, it was Shen Jue who got up to boil the water and cleaned the yard. After the yard was cleaned, Shen Jue took the hot water and woke them up outside the door. These trivial things that people should be busy with, but he does it very well. After all, he has lived for more than 200 years and has some mana in him. These little things can't help him, and he gets a lot of fun from it, such as cooking, when he has nothing to do by himself. Drill in the kitchen to study, doing better and better. Earlier Liu Yan didn't want him to work hard and wanted to hire someone to do these chores, but Shen Jue refused. Perhaps knowing that the days are not long, only this kind of hands-on can be at ease.

"Dad, are you up yet?" Shen Jue persevered and continued to call at the door. He just called and didn't dare to push the door rashly. Who knew what would happen inside—although his father was thin-skinned and Yimo's face was thick, Shen Jue still knew. Besides, the old demon snake's temperament to play tricks on his family has never diminished in the slightest.

The wooden door opened silently, and the two people in the room were cleaning up their messy clothes. Shen Jue put the wooden basin and white towels on the table, went over to probe Liu Yan's forehead, and said happily: "Dad, I'm sick. All right."

"Okay," Liu Yan put on his robe and was rinsing his mouth with green salt. He almost bit himself when he spoke, and stopped talking immediately. After washing up, he said, "I want to go back to the mountain today."

"Don't play anymore?" Shen Jue asked.

"No, although the game is lively, I'm not used to it. It's better to be quiet on the mountain."

Shen Jue said, "I also want to go back."

Yimo took the green salt aside and was about to rinse his mouth when he heard the words, "I miss your little pine tree spirit?"

"Pine tree spirit?" Liu Yan was taken aback for a moment, put down the wet wipes in his hand, his eyes wandered over their father and son, and finally stopped on Shen Jue's face.

Originally, there were many spirits in the mountains, but because Yimo was a half-immortal demon, the ordinary spirits and spirits in the mountains hid far away, for fear of being caught by him, and the hard work of cultivation would be ruined. Therefore, although Liu Yan has been accompanied by demons for more than two hundred years, apart from Yimo and Shen Jue, no other demons have ever been seen. Not to mention demons, I have never even seen a ghost. However, there are also little goblins who can't escape, such as the pine tree spirit in the mountain. Therefore, he couldn't escape, and he was obviously afraid of dying, but he could only stay in the mountains.

Shen Jue accidentally discovered this little tree spirit who could not escape.

It is indeed an essence, and even the human form is illusory, like a wandering soul. The time in the mountains passed slowly, but Shen Jue knew it, and occasionally talked about heaven, and never had any unreasonable thoughts. Unfortunately, when Yimo said this, his life was distorted and changed.

Shen Jue explained it, looked at Liu Yan, Liu Yan's eyes were straight, and he heard the words: "That's better, let's go back to the mountain, you can also meet friends."

Yimo finished rinsing his mouth and said, "You can keep it in your room if you want, and someone will accompany you in the future."

Shen Jue was dumb for a long time, and then he responded: "I want to accept you, my dad agrees, and I don't mind multiple little dads."

Hearing this, Liu Yan sighed softly: "My father is not doing well, and you should dislike it." The words were calm and quiet, and the eyes flashed away, obviously bullying his son, and got a lot of fun from it. Those who are close to ink are black.

Shen Jue hurriedly shouted: "There's no such thing!"

Yimo happily added fuel to the jealousy: "I see that it has a heart for you. If you don't want to, just give up. Why do you dislike your father for nothing?"

"I..." How could I have!

While the family was having a lively bickering, the courtyard door was knocked, and the copper ring slammed on the door panel, making a "bang" sound.

The bickering stopped immediately, Shen Jue took the water basin and went out, splashed the water in the courtyard, put down the wooden basin and opened the door. The courtyard door opened, and the visitor was Ji Leping.

I haven't seen him for a few days. This man has lost weight, his eyes are bloodshot, his expression is depressed and depressed, and he seems to have suffered a lot. This is indeed a bit pitiful, Shen Jue hesitated and let him into the courtyard.

"You wait." Shen Jue said and went to find Liu Yan.

Although Liu Yan hadn't left the house, he had already learned who the visitor was from Yimo, and was thinking about whether to meet or not. At this time, the door was pushed open, and Shen Jue came in and said, "Dad, it's Ji Leping." The sun is not warm enough, but the light is bright. It shines on the face of the young man by the door, with a handsome face and a bright smile, which seems to be carefree. But he didn't know about the father in the room, and abruptly, from his worry-like face, there was a hint of anxiety.

With just one glance, Liu Yan knew Shen Jue's mood. In the past six months, there is Shen Jue who has been hiding in his heart and covering the rest of Yimo's life for half a year. After half a year, this family is afraid that it will disappear. Shen Jue's inner unease was even worse than them. Liu Yan knew that he had always been a child who loved his family, otherwise he would not have followed Yimo to find himself, and it would take a hundred years to find him.

There was a decision in a split second, Liu Yan smiled and said lightly: "Go and tell him that Ji Jiu's bones have already been buried in the ground, let him go back, there is no one he is looking for here."

Shen Jue was surprised for a moment when he heard the words, and said, "If he refuses to leave?"

Liu Yan glared and said, "Isn't it possible to drive people away?"

Shen Jue trotted and drove people away.

As soon as Shen Jue left, Liu Yan sat on the chair, lowered his head and fiddled with the tea cup on the table, his face was calm, only the feathered eyelashes trembled occasionally, covering his eyes.

Life is like this, there are many difficult places, in the face of countless fork in the road, someone has to make a choice, where to start, where to go, and who to accompany along the way.

Sansheng Sanshi, he made many such choices, some good and some bad, some are right, and naturally some are wrong. And no matter whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, there are only these two people who are with you all the way. No matter how much pain he caused them when he made a choice, his desire to be with them has never changed. Such a feeling is worth everything.

The bustling crowd outside was his passerby two hundred years ago, and two hundred years later, it will still be his passerby. Likewise, he is also a passer-by in the lives of these people.

In the end, there are only three of them who accompany each other in life, rely on each other, and help each other.

The road in the past was difficult to walk, and walked all the way with blood dripping. hurt each other and slandered each other. In the end, they all forgave each other. can still be together.

together. Even one day is precious to them. There is no room for doubt and slander.

Yimo walked over, stroked his head and asked, "Are you sad?"

"One point," Liu Yan replied, "just one point. Because Ji Leping's father is indeed dead."

indeed dead. Ji Jiu.

The bones have been buried in the ground for so many years, and the one who came back to life is Liu Yan, who has re-entered the cycle of reincarnation. It was only with Yimo's contribution that he had the memory of Sansheng. If Yimo hadn't done this, the current Liu Yan would still be a passer-by in Ji Leping's life, perhaps not even a passerby.

Ji Jiu in the previous life met a wise emperor, so he was able to realize his ambition.

It is also because of the suspicious change of the emperor, Ji Jiu died in return for the kindness of the encounter, and the Ji family was safe. In that life he owed no one, and no one owed him.

For his children, he is longing for love and melancholy, but not very sad. Maybe it was because he knew from a very early time that he would leave.

"Is Ji Jiu really dead?" Yimo squatted down, put his hand on Liu Yan's knee, raised his head and looked into his eyes, and asked softly, "Is he dead?"

Liu Yan averted his gaze, moved back later, greeted him, and said, "You have drilled through that coffin, isn't there a dead person in it?"

"Yes," said Emer.

Liu Yan pursed his lips and suddenly said, "Where is the painting you hid, show it to me."

He was talking about the painting taken out of the brazier. Yimo took it out, and the two of them unfolded the scroll. After nearly seventy years, the painting paper was slightly yellow, but the scene in the painting was still fresh and fresh. The limbs of his body, the mood of painting that month in that year seems to have returned to his mind, Liu Yan blinked, the corners of his eyes were moist and red.

"Get some ink," Liu Yan said.

Pigment ink, brushes of different thicknesses, are presented on the table.

Liu Yan walked to the table, spread the picture scroll on it, researched the ink by himself, and smiled when the ink was well researched: "I'll add more."

Yimo walked up to him and stared at the painting quietly.

The voices in the courtyard gradually subsided. After seeing off the guests, Shen Jue closed the door again and rushed to the kitchen to busy the family's morning meal. grabbed a handful of white rice and sprinkled it into the pot, added water, simmered slowly over low heat, washed some green vegetables and cut them into shreds. After the rice porridge was cooked, sprinkled it in, ordered some sesame oil, and prepared two more plates. side dishes. Shen Jue called the two of them to dinner with a wooden plate.

There was no movement in the room, and no one paid any attention to him.

Shen Jue wondered for a while, then pushed open the door and walked in. Liu Yanzheng was lying in front of the desk, not knowing whether he was writing or drawing, when he heard his call, he entered the room again, without even turning his head. Yimo stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking at him with his head hooked. Both were clearly focused, completely ignoring his presence.

Shen Jue put down the dishes, walked over on tiptoe, leaned behind the two of them, and took a straight look - what is it, so that you all ignore me.

As soon as he entered his eyes, there was a large piece of red, as if dyed on his eyes.

It is so colorful, and the mountains are red. Ten miles of peach blossoms burst into anger. There are two people in the sea of ​​​​flowers, overlapping in one place, unrestrained and peaceful.

Shen Jue only glanced at it, and when she understood what was on the painting, she consciously retracted her wandering gaze, stopped looking at the two in the painting, and turned her attention to Liu Yan's writing.

Not far from the pair of people in the painting, there is an additional bluestone, and as his brush twists, a folded piece of clothing gradually appears on the bluestone that rises sharply.

The clothing Yimo recognized, and Shen Jue recognized it too. The black iron pieces were sewn together in one place, making the general's armor. The jet-black black armor turned brightly on the bluestone, and the suffocating aura was overwhelming. Liu Yan stopped writing and changed another pen. After a short pause, there was another long sword next to the blue stone. The sword was sheathed and lay in the petals on the ground.

Liu Yan put away the pen, not knowing what to think, picked up the painting, walked in front of the two, and held it up to show them.

The general's unloaded armor was placed on the bluestone, not far from the bluestone, a pair of unrestrained people. As the ink dries, Yimo stretched out his hand and stroked the armor, and the colorful petals in the painting suddenly came alive, as if the breeze was blowing, and the painting scrolled up and down, raising a grand rain of petals. Heaven on earth.

When the wind stopped, a few petals of peach blossoms fell on the black armor, peacefully, as if the armor was always there, and the petals were always there. Not new.

It has always been - hometown.

No matter how time passes, he never returns, whether a scholar, a general or a fool, he has never changed from beginning to end. It is his hometown.

The hometown is the place where the wanderer seeks, stumbles and stumbles many detours, and finally has to go back.

Also his hometown. Liu Yan looked at the armor with a serene expression, and whispered, "Ji Jiu's work has been done, and I'm here to find you."

- I've come to find you.

What owe you, pay you back. Anything that hurts you will be replenished.

The gaps between the two generations, the criss-cross wounds, want to use this life to smooth out.

This life, even if it is short, should be well, serious, and spent together.

Yimo took his hand, clasped it in his palm, interlaced his fingers, and pressed his palms together.

They don't need to say a lot of words, it is enough to meet their eyes, knowing that what the other party thinks is what they think, and what the other party wants is what they want.

They are family. The so-called family is not just living together, but companionship, tolerance and love for each other.

In the end, we should respond in unison and seek the same spirit.