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Chapter 1552: A moment with myself in the world of dominance

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    It is the thirty-fifth year since Wang Lin left Zhao State, and it is still this autumn.

    In the autumn of the Huo Burning Kingdom, the autumn wind blew across the sea, across the sky and the earth, and fell on the Zhao Kingdom. It was already winter. Looking around, the entire Zhao Kingdom was covered with white snow, as if it was wearing a white cotton-padded jacket.  , endless as far as the eye can see.

    Only the traces left by the two rows of carriages on the official road on the ground gradually faded away amidst the crunching sound.

    Along this official road, you can see an inn. The inn is covered in thick white snow in the snow. It is desolate and there is no human habitation inside.

    Most of this inn collapsed more than ten years ago. After crushing several people staying here, the owner got into a lawsuit and died in prison. As for the young boy from that time, he also left sadly.  , now I don¡¯t know where it went, where it took root, whether it is still alive, or it is dead.

    Over time, this inn that once made the great scholar of Zhao Guo drunk in the early years, slowly became a ruin. Next to the official road, it was in ruins due to wind and rain.

    The carriage stopped for a moment when passing by the inn. The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a burst of heat radiated from inside. In this cold world, it disappeared not far after it dispersed.

    An old man in white looked from inside the curtain to the abandoned inn pressed by white blood pressure. His eyes revealed memories. After a long time, he sighed softly and put down the curtain.

    "Wan'er, there was an inn here in the early years, and it was here that I woke up." The old voice came from the carriage, which gradually drove away into the distance.

    As it went away, the sounds inside the carriage gradually became fainter, and finally the dancing snowflakes covered the sky and the earth, and everything became blurred. Only the whistling of the cold wind was still blowing, as if it was tireless.

    The old man's time is short. You can count your return, silently look at the blue sky and white clouds, and watch the snowflakes fall. Similarly, the old man's time is also infinite. What is infinite is his memory, which can be remembered in memory.  Forgot the return date.

    The carriage was not moving very fast. Amidst the bumps, it followed the official road and slowly headed towards the small mountain village at the foot of Hengyue Mountain. At dusk of the second sunset, the snow was still falling and getting heavier.  , showing no signs of stopping.

    Heavy snow has sealed the mountains and even the earth. Only this carriage is driving silently on the ground, getting closer and closer to the mountain village.

    Until dusk passes and evening comes, the mountain village in the wind and snow is far away in sight. The mountain village in the snow looks quiet from a distance, especially in the evening. Even those big dogs who are usually very alert are  They all huddled in their nests, unwilling to raise their heads to call out even if they heard the crunching of wheels in the wind and snow.

    Every household is next to the lit stove. On this cold winter night, they use the fire to keep warm and the family to be together to warm their souls. The dual warmth of heart and body can make the mortals in this world live again and again.  In winter, it is no longer cold.

    Among the many houses in the mountain village, there is one house with two big dogs crawling together to keep warm in the yard. Other than that, it is a piece of white snow.

    In the house in the courtyard, there is a weak firelight shining through the withered yellow window paper, scattered in the courtyard, dimming the color of the white snow, like a tired sunset, struggling, slowly lowering its head, about to return.  went.

    In the light of the fire, you can see a rickety figure behind the window paper. The figure is shrinking, holding a thin fire pole in his hand, and is playing with the candle, trying to make the candle brighter.

    It was an old man, an old man with wrinkles on his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He sat there, staring blankly at the candlelight. After a long time, he tightened his cotton-padded jacket and looked down at himself.  of the right wrist.

    He is a great blessing.

    "It's been many years He should be back soon" Dafu looked at his right wrist, where there was a golden handprint. He gently touched the handprint, and Dafu's eyes revealed memories.

    He has been waiting here for thirty-five years. He always remembers that Wang Lin told him before leaving that he would come back and asked him to wait here forever.

    "He said that there will never be another thirty-eight years in his life. He will be back soon" Dafu looked tired and stood up with a cane. He was about to take a rest, but at this moment, suddenly something happened in the yard.  The two big dogs, which were too cold to speak, whined and barked.

    The creaking sound of the carriage's wheels pressing against the snow could be heard faintly, and finally it stopped outside the yard. The door of the carriage opened, and Wang Lin faced the wind and snow, holding on to the shaft, and stepped out of the carriage.

    Behind him, she has become an old woman.?Stopped the passage, or in other words, the time in this dream really stopped completely.

    Li Muwan¡¯s hands playing the piano froze, and the sound disappeared.  Dafu sat aside, looking at his right wrist, motionless.  The rushing sound of the surrounding river disappeared, and the catkins in the sky no longer danced, but floated in mid-air, frozen.

    Everything, everything in the world, came to a complete halt at this moment.

    Only the young man on the stone bridge and Wang Lin on the bow remained the same.

    "Why don't you come over and have a drink with yourself." Wang Lin smiled and sat aside.

    The white-haired young man on the stone bridge was silent for a moment, then took a step forward and stood at the bow of the ship in an instant. After sitting aside, he picked up a bottle of wine and took a big sip without looking at the other person.  Instead, he looked at Li Muwan, who had become an old woman, for a long, long time.  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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