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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
The autumn wind accompanied Wang Lin's voice, which seemed unwilling to leave and lingered in the courtyard. The story of the Suzaku Star boy has a hint of sadness in its twists and turns, which blends with the autumn mood and makes it even more intense.
How many tears had already shed in Qingyi's eyes, and she listened silently. Wang Ping lowered his head when he was halfway through listening, unable to see his expression clearly
"After that, he took his children and settled here in Ran Yunxing" After Wang Lin's story was finished, he picked up the wine bottle, took a big sip, looked at the sky, and said no more.
Qingyi stared blankly at the father and son in front of her, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart. Subconsciously, she held Wang Ping's hand, but immediately noticed that Wang Ping's hand was ice-cold.
The courtyard was extremely quiet. For a long time, Wang Ping's hoarse voice whispered: "The story is very beautiful, Dad, I'm tired." Wang Ping stood up and walked to the side room deep in the courtyard. Qingyi saluted Wang Lin and followed Go up.
In the entire courtyard, Wang Lin was the only one left, sitting there silently, staring blankly into the distance.
The cold autumn wind is more intense at night, blowing around, lifting some fallen leaves and flying far away.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, Wang Lin sighed, lowered his head, picked up the wine bottle and put it to his mouth, only to find that the wine was gone
That night, Wang Ping had no sleep.
He sat in the room, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with a look of pain in his eyes. Qingyi sat next to him, holding his hand, not speaking, just accompanying him silently.
"Sothis is the answerthe answer I have been waiting for for more than sixty years" The pain in Wang Ping's eyes became even stronger.
"It turns out that I am a resentful baby who was refined by my mother" Wang Ping lowered his head, with deep bitterness and melancholy on his face.
Early the next morning, Wang Ping left, and Qingyi followed him all the time.
From the beginning to the end, he never said a word to his father again. Even if he left, it was in the early morning, silently sitting on the carriage and disappearing far away in Qishui City.
He didn¡¯t notice that at the moment of leaving, a gaze silently watched the carriage go away. The vicissitudes of life were revealed in this gaze
Wang Lin walked out of the room, sat quietly in the yard, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and murmured: "Maybe one day you will figure it out"
Wang Ping was sitting in the carriage. He didn't know where he was going. He just stared blankly ahead. He felt very tired, as if there was nothing in the world at this moment that would make him think of taking a look. .
"Qingyi, I'm so tired. Let's find a peaceful mountain village and let's live there" Wang Ping said softly.
Qingyi nodded with tenderness in his eyes.
In an ordinary border mountain village, Wang Ping and Qing Yi settled down and lived an ordinary life. They were no longer young, and the years of their lives often flashed through Wang Ping's eyes.
His life consisted of nineteen ordinary years, eight years of mountains and rivers, twenty-five years of battles, and ten years of being supreme in the mortal world. Although it was short, its splendor was far beyond what ordinary people could experience.
However, in the end, he returned to the original point and returned to ordinary. Every morning he gets up early and carves with wooden blocks in the yard. There is warmth in the ordinary. Whenever this happens, Qingyi will sit next to him, with a soft look in his eyes, looking at the carving knife in his hand, knife after knife, Carve
"My father once said that when carving, you must carve it with your heart. Only in this way can everything in your memory be put on the carving knife and integrated into the wood carving." Wang Ping took the wood carving in his hand and blew gently on it. Sawdust flew up.
Putting the wooden sculpture on the ground, Wang Ping showed a trace of nostalgia in his eyes and said softly: "This is my father when he was young."
That wood carving was carved by Wang Lin. The young Wang Lin had a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at the sky and the earth with his hands behind his back, and a sense of pride arose leisurely.
Time flies and it¡¯s another ten years.
The vicissitudes of time cannot wash away the traces of reincarnation, and life and death cannot escape the path of heaven.
"Ten years, for mortals, is a long time with a hint of shortness. This feels a bit contradictory, but it is a true portrayal of every mortal's heart.
For Wang Lin, ten years is a short time with a hint of eternity.
His hair was gray and very long, and it seemed that it had not been combed for a long time. His appearance also became older. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to have entered reincarnation.
In the past ten years, Wang Lin's understanding of the way of heaven has become clearer and more profound despite his ordinary life. He did not do all this intentionally.In the realm of yin deficiency, he sat on the thunder beast and stepped into the Luotian North Territory. He went straight to Ran Yunxing without stopping.
"There are still people who dare to pretend to be the messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace. This kind of thing has not happened for a long time!" A sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face. As the messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace, he has great power. In addition to the entire Luotian Star Territory, Except for a few ancient cultivating families, almost no one dared to provoke the Thunder Immortal Palace.
"Let me, Lei Daozi, the real messenger of the Thunder Immortal Palace, have a good meeting with this person. Don't think that just because I can use a few thunder magical powers, I can pretend to be a real person from the Thunder Immortal Palace. What I have is the Thunder Beast!" Lei Daozi put his right hand on the Thunder Beast's head and patted it gently.
The thunder beast seemed to feel the pride of its master. It raised its head and roared, and the sound of thunder echoed in the starry sky. It was getting closer and closer to Ran Yunxing
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