I told him all about the situation, and Changye also understood that the painting called Hometown was made by someone else, but by myself in my previous life. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info and the man in the painting is also his last life.

For a lifetime, two lifetimes, going around and around, and finally I want to go back to that place to see.

It's only been a few decades, and it hasn't changed much.

The stream where the fish was roasted, the stove where the soup was boiled, the bluestone that often sits, and the fiery red pomegranate that shines brightly...... A place where love and hate have been spent in the last life.

Many years have passed, and the cottage is still the same as it used to be, and when I open the door, there is no trace of clean dust everywhere, as if it was just yesterday to leave.

If it weren't for the long pomegranate tree in the yard, I would have thought that everything that had happened in the past 30 years was a dream in the afternoon.

This doubt, when the door of the cottage was opened by a one-armed old man, it disappeared with the wind.

When he saw the scene in front of him, Zhou Liang thought he was dreaming, which ...... This......

He rubbed his eyes again and again, until he made sure that he was not dizzy and misunderstood, and then he moved his steps and walked towards the two people sitting at the top of the seat.

"Uncle, this is my old residence in the past, I don't know that it has changed hands, I took the liberty to visit today, please forgive me. ”

The silver-haired woman saw her and explained in a bit of a panic.

"None...... No problem......"

Zhou Liang said in a trembling voice, with irrepressible joy and excitement in his tone.

After so many years, his life has changed from an ignorant teenager to a dying old man. But she and Jiang Ye are still as young as they remember, as if the years are extraordinarily favorable, and they have never left any traces on her and him.

Although, the gentleman looks like a completely different person. If the previous Mr. was a spring breeze, giving people a gentle and amiable feeling, then the current Mr. is like the sun, with a peerless posture and dazzling that makes it difficult to look at directly.

Zhou Liang still recognized her at a glance, not only because of the man beside her who was exactly the same as Jiang Yechang, not only because of her special silver hair like frost and snow, but also because the woman in front of her gave people a feeling very similar to the departing gentleman.

He really couldn't think of anyone else in this world besides Mr. who would bring him the feeling of looking at himself in the mirror many years ago.

Five years ago, he lost his wife and children in a plague, so he moved to the mountains and lived in a cottage.

At this stage of his life, there are no words like dreams of struggle and starting over. He just wanted to spend his last days in peace.

Eighteen years ago, the third son died in the court battle, he died a very tragic death, in order not to let the man break free, he pestered the noble man, and was strung with a spear.

Blood flowed down Xiao Sanzi's thin chest, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't until the end of the spring after the death of the third son that he changed his guard and returned to Beijing that he learned of the bad news.

After returning to Beijing, he received the wooden box brought by the third son, and when he saw the letter inside, he understood the reason for all this, and the final truth pointed to the real cause of the sixth son's death.

After that, Zhou Liang threw down the knife and returned to his hometown. married a spicy woman and started his ordinary life, although trivial, but real and vivid.

Occasionally, at night, he would dream of the snow, and in the dream they would be cold and hungry, and they would grab a handful of snow and stuff it into their mouths, and stuff it into their mouths, so that their stomachs would cramp with a chill, and then the white snow in their hands would ooze red blood.

So, many times in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but recall the scene when they went up the mountain to say goodbye to their husband before leaving home.

The gentleman said, "Go ahead." Since then, the road has been difficult and dangerous, and I hope that you will support each other, walk together, and come back together. ”

However, walking and walking, the sixth son went, and then the third son also went, and in the end, he was the only one left.

Thinking about it, his heart felt a little uncomfortable.

So he got up in the dark, touched the bad wine hidden in the cupboard, and began to drink. Suosuo's actions woke his wife, who was snoring loudly, and caused a wave of complaints and scolding.

But scolding and scolding, if the hidden wine is gone, the woman with a knife mouth and a tofu heart will still pour him some cheap bad wine with the little surplus money at home and save it.

After the plague had passed, he returned to the cottage once again. Due to the departure of the third son, there is no management, and the grass hall has shown a trend of decline.

It took him months to renovate.

He walked almost all over the mountain, and he also saw the tomb of the night. Not only did I see it, but I would also pull out the weeds on the grave and burn the paper again every Qingming.

Just like his sixth son, the third son, and the fierce and gentle wife and a pair of children who died young.

Jiang Ye's tombstone was already in tatters, and he re-carved one, but the words on it were blurred due to age. He vaguely saw a wind, so he made another one as it was.

Will be night, not windy.

He speculated that Weifeng should be Mr. 's name. But it's hard to verify.

The tombstone of Jiangye was erected by Mr., but Mr. was missing inside and outside the cottage, she should be gone, the sea of people is vast, I don't know if there is a time to see you again.

It's been a lot of years. He never thought that in this life, he would be able to see his husband again.

For a while, Zhou Liang's heart fluctuated, and in the eyes of the other party, it was the excited body of an old man in twilight, trembling and at a loss for a long time.

I thought that we had disturbed the old man's life by rushing in, so I glanced at each other at the moment and Changye, said sorry, and was about to leave, but I didn't think about it, but the old man hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, stay, I'll cook for you......"

At this time, I noticed that the man had been hanging one shoulder, and it turned out that the left sleeve was empty.

Before we could react, the old man went out. After a while, the kitchen rang out with the sound of pots and pans.

The old man warmly prepared lunch, and the guests were as they pleased, and after eating, they chatted together.

When the old man mentioned the incident of the thatched cottage back then, it was all my personal experience a long time ago, and I think that this person was also one of the many children who came to study in the thatched cottage back then.

But no matter how hard I try to think about it, it is difficult to see the shadow of the old youth from the old man's weather-covered face.

Streamers are easy to throw people away.

When we meet again, we don't know each other anymore.

But it didn't take long for the mystery to be revealed.

At the old man's insistence, we stayed overnight in the mountains, and woke up the next day with a steaming meal on the table and a wooden box.

Under the wooden box was a piece of paper with a slightly trembling handwriting.

The property is returned to its rightful owner.

I opened the wooden box, and it was a pill that I had been very familiar with.

It was one of the three resurrection pills that Feng Jiu had prepared for me.

Back then, just in case, he deliberately prepared two more. Who would have thought that I would give it to those three children.

Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, the medicine came back to me in circles.