Immortal Renegade

Chapter 2038 When the lights dim and turn on again

I don't know which autumn it was, when the autumn leaves fell with the wind, they curled up and danced in the sky, as if looking for home.

The autumn sky is cloudless and blue, which looks very beautiful. On the land, on this autumn morning, bursts of cooking smoke rise into the sky. It looks like a farmhouse like a peach garden.

This is the country of Zhao. Many of the people living here have never left their homes too far, let alone a remote place belonging to the country of Zhao, a small mountain village at the foot of the mountains.

When the wind in the early morning rolls the many autumn leaves and dances, the sound of suona comes from the village, and some naughty children run with simple and excited laughter.

A red sedan chair, surrounded by crowds in that village, stopped outside a courtyard house, and there was a lot of noise. Obviously, this family was marrying a bride.

In this family, the ancestor is said to be a carpenter, and the descendant of this family is a scholar. It is said that they passed the county examination, but for some reason, they did not enter Beijing, but returned to this place and lived there.

Now more than 20 years have passed, the scholar has become middle-aged, he has an only son, and he is gradually growing up, today is the day of great joy for the child named Wang Lin.

Wang Lin grew up here, and the nearby villagers know him very well. This child is very poor. He is a mute. He always looks into the distance silently, not knowing what he is looking at.

When the lively voice was flying, a woman with her head bowed and covered with a red curtain walked out from the sedan chair. The woman's hand was pulled by Wang Lin who was standing aside, and the two walked into the courtyard.

Speaking of this woman, the young people in the whole village admire her deeply. She is the second daughter of the Liu family, who is from a wealthy family here. When this woman was young, she liked to be with Wang Lin. The two can be said to be childhood sweethearts, often The two little ones can be seen sitting together while looking into the distance.

Now that they have grown up, no one is surprised that the two of them got married, but many people are very envious.

The weddings of village households are often not as extravagant as those in county towns. They are very simple. The host arranges a wedding banquet and invites the whole village to congratulate it. When the sun sets, it is over.

The rest of the time belongs to the rookies.

In that new house, when Wang Lin with a simple and honest face raised his wife's curtain, he saw that soul-stirringly beautiful face.

That woman is called Liu Mei.

She blushed slightly, looked at Wang Lin, and laughed.

The condensed gaze of the two seems to have penetrated the years, as if they have stared like this in that reincarnation, until eternity.

On the second day of their marriage, Liu Mei was sitting in the yard, facing the smiling Wang Lin. He had a wood carving in his hand, and he was carving the most beautiful scene for his wife.

The ordinary life was full of warmth. In a blink of an eye, two years later, they had a child. It was a boy. His name was Wang Ping.

This boy is very smart and articulate. As he grows up, the family of three, in that warm life, looks very complete.

On weekdays, Wang Lin did not follow his father to study, but chose the carpentry handed down from his ancestors, and lived in this peaceful small mountain village.

His wife, Liu Mei, has a deep affection for the child. She spends most of her time with Wang Ping, cooking for the child in the morning, playing with the child during the day, telling stories to Wang Ping at night, and coaxing Wang Ping. He goes to sleep.

Ten years later, when Wang Ping was 15 years old, he chose to study, left this small mountain village, went outside, and took part in the county exam.

On the day before he left, he saw his mother sitting in the yard, and his father carved a second wood carving that belonged to his mother, which was still beautiful.

Wang Ping successfully obtained his fame, and several years later, he went to the capital. Wang Lin and Liu Mei accompanied him and lived in the capital.

As the years passed, Wang Lin and Liu Mei's hair became white before they knew it. Wang Ping, with his fame in the capital, had his own path.

At this time, Wang Ping got married. His wife had a beautiful name, Qingyi. She was a very beautiful girl who belonged to a wealthy family in the capital.

She is very filial to Wang Lin and Liu Mei, making them satisfied, but also melancholy, because from then on, it represents Wang Ping getting married, like a bird that grows up and will fly high in the sky, perhaps for a long time. will be back home.

Wang Lin and Liu Mei chose to leave. They left the capital and returned to the peaceful mountain village to spend the remaining years.

After returning to the old house in the village, Wang Lin carved a third woodcarving for Liumei. The face on the woodcarving bears the traces of time, but it is still very beautiful.

Life is like this, full of plainness, without too many ups and downs, Wang Lin enjoys this kind of every day, he and Liu Mei are together, even though they have never spoken a single word to her in their life, they watched the sunrise and sunset, watched Watching the setting sun fluctuate, but there is warmth, gradually, more and more gray hairs.

Time passed in this warmth. When the autumn leaves were flying again that year, Wang Lin and Liu Mei were completely old. Their child, Wang Ping, came back occasionally over the years, but he didn't stay for too long each time. Then he left in a hurry.

Two old people were sitting in the yard, with Liu Mei smiling, looking at Wang Lin opposite, Wang Lin had a wood carving in his hand, he was looking at Liu Mei, carving for her, perhaps the last wood carving in their lives.

In Wang Lin's hands, the woodcarving gradually formed an outline, gradually outlining the appearance of willow eyebrows, but it was not the gray hair of today, but as beautiful as the second day of their marriage back then.

"I know, even if you haven't talked to me in your life, you are not dumb..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin and the sculpture slowly taking shape in his hands, her eyes were gentle.

Wang Lin looked up at Liu Mei, with a smile on his face, shook his head, but still didn't speak.

On the third day after the statue was carved, Liu Mei fell ill. She was lying on the bed, her old face could still see the beauty of her youth. She held Wang Lin's hand sitting beside the bed and never let go.

"I know, you're not dumb..."

"Do you still remember the first time we met when we were young, when you were looking at the sky, I was curious about what you were looking at, so I came to you to see it together.

But I didn't see anything, when I was about to leave, you suddenly spoke, the first thing you said to me...you remember, I remember too..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin, the tenderness in her eyes was like water.

"Tell me that I am your wife...you are my husband...this is a predestined fate." Liu Mei muttered, the smile on her face became softer, she looked at Wang Lin, as if she was immersed in that memory middle.

Wang Lin also laughed, he held Liu Mei's hand and did not let go.

The two of them just looked at each other like this, Liu Mei was always talking, talking about life, talking about when he was a teenager, talking about getting married, talking about having Wang Ping.

"Ping'er is a good boy, but when he grows up, he has his own way... We can't let him stay by our side forever... After I leave, you will be left alone, you have to take care of him." Liu Mei muttered murmur.

Wang Lin shook his head and looked at Liu Mei with soft eyes.

Liu Mei talked until the night passed, until the morning sun fell, and when the autumn wind blew withered yellow leaves whirling in the sky, Liu Mei's eyes became confused. She took Wang Lin's hand and suddenly held it firmly.

Her wrinkled face was now rosy, as if reflecting the light, it seemed that this frail body had been injected with vitality again.

"I saw...Wang Lin, I saw..." She struggled to sit up, with surprise on her face, pointed to the sky outside the window, and said quickly to Wang Lin.

"I saw what was in the sky we watched together when we were young, and I really saw it! I saw that in the sky, there is a you, and there is an me...

I see... we are immortals... I... I..." Liu Mei said, tears flowed from her eyes suddenly, she saw a scene that made her heartache unreal.

"I...how could this be..." There were more tears in Liu Mei's eyes.

"Everything is over..." Wang Lin pulled Liu Mei and said the first sentence after they got married. His voice was hoarse and contained softness.

That night, when Wang Ping took his wife, resigned from the official position, and returned to his hometown, ready to stay with his parents all the time, he saw in the room that his parents passed away with a smile as if they were sleeping.

He stood blankly in front of his parents. For a long, long time, tears flowed down his face... The faces of his parents and the past when he was a child appeared in his mind.

After burying their parents, Wang Ping and Qing Yi lived in this old house until the years passed, until they were old, until they closed their eyes.

In the cave mansion guarded by Thirteen, Wang Lin and Liu Mei sat cross-legged, eyes closed, between them, there was a rotating bead, and the bead emitted a faint light, as if connecting the two of them together.

On this day, Wang Lin opened his eyes, and he looked at the woman beside him for a long, long time.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, and tears flowed down her eyes. She also opened her eyes and looked at Wang Lin. The two gazed at each other, just like in the dream, seemingly for eternity.

"Is it over..." Mu Bingmei muttered.

"It's over, close your eyes, and when you open them again, everything will be a new beginning..." Wang Lin said softly, he knew that the woman in front of him had complicated feelings for him, but no matter how complicated it was, she would eventually let go Don't open your hands.

Mu Bingmei stared blankly at Wang Lin. She didn't know what Wang Lin meant, but she obediently closed her eyes, stopping the tears from flowing down for a moment.

"Open it..." A familiar voice came from beside her ear.

When she opened her eyes, she saw it.

(End of this chapter)