When Liu Yan woke up, he was stunned for a while. He lay on the stone table and remembered what happened before. He looked down at his feet. So he squinted at the sky, and the direction of the sun showed that he hadn't been drowsy for long. When he stood up, the cloth robe on his body naturally slipped off his shoulders, Liu Yan squatted down and picked it up, and only then did a look of sadness appear on his face.

That robe was Xu Mingshi's. He thought, this person is no longer there.

It's strange that he didn't think about Yimo at this time, not at all. It was just a flash in my mind, thinking that he might have recovered, but it was only a flash. Immediately after that, Xu Mingshi's face appeared.

From the arrogance of youth to the dense ridges and peaks of old age, there is almost no transition in the middle, and it is so sudden, as if in the blink of an eye, he is old, and then disappears into the world.

Liu Yan couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his face, which was naturally smooth and without any lines. In this courtyard, both he and Shen Jue have a young face, and there are still many great years. Xu Mingshi was the only one who was devastated by time into an old face. Thinking like this, Liu Yan walked a few steps in the yard, following Xu Mingshi's footsteps in the past, watching flowers and birds, ants and butterflies. After walking and then stopping, Liu Yan squatted down, curled up as if he was suddenly overwhelmed, and huddled at the base of Xu Mingshi's sunbathing wall, thinking that I was really sorry.

What exactly I'm sorry for, Liu Yan can't tell. All I know is that Xu Mingshi is gone, and the one he never met in the last meeting is gone. In this world, he has one less person to care about. When he thought about it like this, the sadness in his heart didn't know where it came from, which made him very uncomfortable. Speaking of his third reincarnation, it seems that he has always been a ruthless person. Although he has never lacked loyalty, and has never been stingy in helping others, there are only a handful of people who really entered his heart and made him miss him.

He is always used to being sober, and he is too cautious. He communicates with people in a certain degree of advance and retreat, no water leaks, like a circle that does not reveal edges and corners, and he stands still without any flaws, so no one can open his hard shell and sneak into him. In the world, all that can come in is put in by himself. Now that there is one less person, he is so sad that there is no trace of falsehood.

Shen Jue poured hot water and came out of the kitchen, saw Liu Yan shrinking at the base of the wall, hesitated for a while before leaning over and squatting beside him.

"Father." Shen Jue shouted.

Liu Yan didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't move. Shen Jue called out twice before listening to Liu Yan ask in a nasal voice, "Did he change his clothes?"

"It's changed." Shen Jue said.

Only then did Liu Yan raise his head, but the corners of his eyes were red but no tears were seen. He thought it was clean and refused to let anyone see it. Standing up, Liu Yan took the hot water on the side and walked into the room. He promised to take care of his affairs and let him finish his life with dignity.

Entering the room and going around a beauty screen, saw a person sitting on the edge of the bed, arranging shoes and socks for Xu Mingshi who was lying on the bed. With black clothes scattered like that, with a wild and unruly back, who else would be except Yimo.

Liu Yan's hands trembled, and the hot water in the basin rippled, moistening the white towel lying on the side.

Yimo turned his head, only looked at him once, then lowered his head and continued with the task at hand, with an expression of unprecedented concentration and solemnity. Liu Yan didn't say anything, went to the side and put down the basin, wringed out the white towel and went over to clean Xu Mingshi's face.

Previously, Xu Mingshi deliberately angered Shen Jue's chicken soup, and there were many oil stains on his mouth, and even his beard was glued to it. It really happened in the blink of an eye. He was still full of anger just now, and he almost jumped off his feet in a arrogant and unreasonable manner. In a blink of an eye, his body became cold.

And it never gets warm again.

Liu Yan carefully groomed his beard, wiped off the oil, and then straightened his messy hair and combed it into a bun. The old man in a new fitted suit was lying there peacefully with his eyes closed, and he seemed to have a lot of amiability.

Then came the burial. When the sesame oil paper money was lit, the ever-bright lantern stood beside the coffin day and night, and there were people standing beside the coffin day and night, burning the paper or renewing the lamp oil.

It's just different from the white things in the secular world, there is no crying or vocal music here, everything is silent and silent.

This will keep the first seven. The coffin is buried.

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

Yimo lit the paper money at the grave, looked at the blue smoke and firelight, and said in the flying scraps of paper: "Xu Mingshi, I thought you wouldn't do this."

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

He has thought a lot. He has practiced for thousands of years, and he understands that everything has cause and effect. He also knows that he has a lot of merit, and there may be a turning point in the future, so he saved his life and returned to his original shape. There are not many people and demons who have been favored by him in the past two thousand years. Although he does not like to socialize and has an indifferent temperament, it is not necessarily that no one will help him. For example, the old fairy, when has he not helped him. It's just that the help and help are obscure. After all, the universe is flooded, and the sea is full of mulberry fields. It has its own rules to balance, life or death, rise or fall, even gods can't change it without authorization.

Only by waiting for the turning point to appear on his own can the old immortal be able to follow the destiny's help.

However, he never expected that this turning point should lie in Xu Mingshi.

He waited for the transfer, and then the transfer came. The visitor is Xu Mingshi. They met so ridiculously, but it ended like this.

"Xu Mingshi," Yimo shook his head, threw another string of paper money and burned it, then stroked the stone tablet in front of Fu's grave, and said slowly, "You should also go see her."

A lot of things, Yimo knows, he just doesn't like to say. For example, the little rabbit spirit that Xu Mingshi was concerned about, he knew about it very early; another example was that her soul refused to be reincarnated, just sitting by the Naihe Bridge day and night crying endlessly, and the annoying Hades in the underworld would find someone to complain.

That was the news that Ji Jiu heard when he went to the underworld after his death.

The crying that made the King of Hell a headache will naturally be reported. After the report, there will also be a review by the Xianjia. She and Xu Mingshi are both pure in nature, and they are good at everything when they are alive. They should have a good ending, so Xu Mingshi naturally also Shouldn't be lost.

The old fairy complied with the destiny, gathered Xu Mingshi's soul, let him start over again, and paid for the little rabbit's tears. It is also a great joy.

Yimo stood up, patted off the rest of his swipes, and said to Liu Yan, "Let's go, go home."

At this time, Liu Yan really raised his eyes and looked at Yimo. This was the first time he had taken a serious look at him since his return to human form.

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

After watching it for so long, he had so many things to say in his heart, and in the end he just said softly, "You are really back."

In the end, it was just such a light-hearted remark.

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

"I'm back." Imo replied.

"Just come back."

Yimo looked at him and asked lightly, "If there are still ups and downs, are you still waiting?"

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

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

He can only wait, which is impossible.

From the moment he met him, he couldn't persuade himself to give up halfway. He liked him, that is, no matter how desperate, as long as he thinks of him, he can smile and survive. This is a dead end in itself, and it cannot be solved after three generations.

There is no choice whatsoever.

"I'm waiting." Liu Yan said.

Maybe it will be calm in the future, let them join hands for a lifetime, maybe it will make a comeback and be displaced. But what does it matter what the future looks like?

He is just an ordinary human being, born humble, unable to call the wind and call the rain, nor to come back to life, he has no ability to defy the sky at all, he is just a person.

Compared with the goblins and ghosts and the gods and jade emperors, he is just an inconspicuous one in the humble crowd, low in the dust.

Doom and catastrophe cannot be avoided by mortals, and facing it is the only choice, but as long as there is a breath, waiting and hope will never fade.

If you don't get it, how can you lose it; if you really get it, how can you be afraid of losing it.

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

Yimo took his hand in the past and whispered softly: "Nothing will happen again." Although he said lightly, it seemed like a promise, like an oath, and was extremely certain.

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

"Don't cry," Yimo said, holding his warm hand solemnly to the other's equally warm hand, "I will accompany you to grow old."

- 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, autumns and summers. until their black hair turned grey.

In the autumn season, he was lying on the bed, looking out the window after the autumn rain, the yellow leaves all over the place seemed to be covered with gold, brilliant and beautiful. They were dressed in neat and clean robes and lay side by side.

At this time, he heard the people around him calling his name and saying, "In the next life, it's my turn to find you."

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

"Wait for me."

"Okay."

He agreed, and then he clenched the hand that he had never let go of, and closed his eyes quietly.

Hand in hand with you, grow old with you.

Through thousands of mountains and rivers, through the river of time, across the yellow spring and blue, to the end of the desolation.In the new prosperity, you are still there.

The sunlight outside the window shone into the house through the thin window screen, and the autumn wind in the house rolled up the bedding embroidered with peach blossoms, gently raised and lowered on them, and it started again and again until the curtain came to an end.

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