"High ...... Glad. But I want to be with my real parents...... Share the joy. ”

Wang Hao was full of wine and looked up at the moon.

"I'm so homesick, Cangyun......"

"Times...... The light is gone...... Don't go back, the past ...... Can only be savored ......"

His eyes were hazy and he sang indistinctly.

Cang Yun touched Wang Hao's head.

"Okay, I know you sing well, but don't sing outside and sing again when you get home, okay?"

"Good...... Okay, I'll sing it to you when I go back. ”

"Well, sing it to me. ”

Cang Yun hugged Wang Yu harder to prevent him from falling down, and then quickened his pace and returned home.

There is no change in married life and before marriage, and time flies, and in the blink of an eye, people in the year of the weak crown are about to enter the unconfused, and the desire of parents to hold their grandchildren is also increasing year by year, but every time they are fooled by them. Wang's father also talked to Wang Hao very seriously, asking if it was the two of them who suffered from infertility, don't be embarrassed when you are young, you will be treated if you have a disease, who has not had a major illness or a small disaster, which made Wang Hao cry and laugh, and finally had a simple showdown, frankly admitting that she didn't want children.

Father Wang was silent for a long time after knowing it, smoked a lot of cigarettes, and looked a lot older, but in the end he still said that you young people make your own decisions in life. Mom and Dad are old, and they will still be able to take care of you in the future. But if you don't have children, who will take care of you when you're old?

Seriously, Wang Yu was still quite moved. He knew that the older generation attached great importance to the continuation of the bloodline, but his parents still cared more about them and respected their decisions and wishes.

Then Wang Yu left a sentence of "don't worry" and left.

The years have left traces on the faces of Wang Hui and Cangyun, Wang Hui is simply because the life span of a mortal body is limited, and Cangyun is cooperating with Wang Hao, even if her current cultivation is not even as good as the body, but it is still very simple to maintain her appearance. On the whole, they are not much different from the past, except that there are some crow's feet at the corners of their eyes, and their skin is not as good as in the past, but their souls are still young, and they love each other very much, and they envy others.

But only they know that they are not so much enjoying life as they are racing against Cangyun's fate. Under the surface of peace and joy, there is anxiety and uneasiness hidden by Wang Hao.

Until one day, the uneasiness finally turned into reality.

"Wang Yu, we have to go back. ”

When he woke up one day, Cang Yun turned his head and said to Wang Yu.

Wang Hao's expression immediately stiffened, he was silent for a moment, created a pack of cigarettes in his hand, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a hard puff, and then coughed darkly.

He had never smoked, and he didn't like the smell of cigarettes himself, and Cang Yun was quite resistant to the processed products of tobacco and tea plants, so Wang Yu never touched these.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Wang Hao only felt that his throat was dry and tight, his lungs were hot and painful, and he coughed irresistibly, his eyes were red, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"If you don't smoke, don't smoke, it's not good for your health. ”

Cang Yun reached out and took the cigarette between Wang Hao's fingers, extinguished it and put it on the head of the bed, and gently patted Wang Hao's back to relieve his pain.

After a long time, Wang Hao finally stopped coughing, he looked at Cangyun with red eyes, there were two wet mottled tear stains on his face, he was silent for a moment, and said hoarsely:

"Good. ”

"You have to pay attention to your body, do you know? ”

Wang Yu was silent, used his authority to send away Cangyun's consciousness, and then woke up from his dream.

The body of the forty-year-old middle-aged man immediately fell backwards with a "bang", and his head hit the head of the bed.

Wang Hao, who was sleeping at the bottom of the abyss, suddenly opened his eyes, and the dream that had lasted for nearly forty years was finally interrupted.

[Is it ~ so?]

Because there was nothing in the abyss but himself, the darkness had always been watching Wang Yu, so now that Wang Wei woke up, he immediately noticed it. However, Wang Hao was not in the mood to communicate with the darkness, he didn't say a word, and directly held the Cangyun ring in his hand across the space, and returned to Cangyun's body, leaving the darkness in vain.

It stretched out its tentacles towards the place where Wang Hui had been, and touched it carefully and timidly, confirming that Wang Hui had left and that he was left alone.

[Yes... Is that so......]

Disappointed and frustrated, it withdrew its tentacles, but left his place for Wang Hao.

The darkness had been left behind by Wang Hao, and he appeared beside Cangyun, retracted his clone, and told Wang Ling and Wang Jiang in Anyang such bad news, and asked them to come as soon as possible.

Wang Yu stood beside Cangyun, stretched out his wrinkled, jade-like flawless palm, gently pressed his palm against Cangyun's bamboo body, looked up, and looked sad. A cold wind blew, blowing the hem of Wang Yu's white clothes to the ground.

"Don't look at me so closely. ”

There was no fear of death in Cangyun's voice, it was full of calmness and a helpless smile.

"I'm old, I don't look good. ”

As said, large patches of yellowing have appeared on Cangyun's body, even occupying half of the surface. Withered yellow and emerald green are entangled, mottled and messy.

Wang Yu opened his mouth and said astringently: "I don't know the aesthetics of your plants. ”

"Do you think it's so pretty?"

"You're pretty, but the scars aren't pretty. "Because it represents death.

Cangyun swayed the branches and leaves triumphantly, making a rustling sound.

"I knew you were going to like me no matter what I became. But Wang Hao, aging and death are also part of me, and they are also me?"

"It may be old age for you, but for me, it's called loss. ”

He withdrew his hand in despair.

"No, it won't. ”

Cang Yun said gently: "You will not lose me." ”

Wang Hao smiled bitterly twice, and his laughter was full of pathos.

"Really, how are you going to stay with me?"

"The mountain people have their own tricks, give me the jade paper umbrella. ”

Wang Yu summoned the paper umbrella condensed by Yun Mengze's water vapor and let go of his hand. Let it be pulled by Cangyun's mana and melt into the bamboo body.

"I've thought about it a long time ago, I don't have the talent for cultivation, I don't have any fighting ability, and my supernatural powers can only make me indestructible, so how can I help you?"

"I thought, I thought, I suddenly figured it out when I saw you using your dead compatriots as crutches, wouldn't it be nice to refine myself into a tool, after all, I have nothing but this shell. ”