Except for the opening sentence, Lin Fan didn't say anything, just kept crying, and Aunt Mei didn't ask anything, her eyes looked blankly ahead, the past was like smoke, and scenes came to her heart.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed, and the two have not met for decades, in the past, Aunt Mei always felt that there was an opportunity to meet, and there was no need to worry, but it was not until this moment that the strongest trace of regret began to appear in her heart.

After a long time, Lin Fan slowly calmed down a little from his grief, he had never cried in front of outsiders like this, Lin Chengfeng instilled in him since he was a child, so that he could not be the slightest cowardice in front of outsiders.

Aunt Mei waited for Lin Fan to calm down, and said slowly: "Take me around, I want to see how he has lived in the past few decades." ”

There was no trembling in her voice, and her tone sounded normal, but it was this abnormal normality that was enough to show that Aunt Mei's mood at this moment was more sad than dead, and as the bad news came, she felt that her heart was completely silent, like a piece of dead wood, just waiting for the years to rot.

Lin Fan nodded heavily, his movements seemed a little stiff, maybe in this world, in addition to himself, there was only Aunt Mei in front of him who really cared about the master, thinking of this layer, the previous estrangement in Australia suddenly disappeared.

On this point, Lin Fan will no longer hold a grudge against Aunt Mei, for the sake of the master's face, he must also maintain due respect for Aunt Mei, the ancients said well, love the house and Wu, it should be this truth.

The two of them walked and stopped on the mountain, Lin Chengfeng's daily residence, his retreat place, the back mountain where he relaxed every day, every place he walked again, Aunt Mei touched the mountain wall with her hand, stroked the tables, chairs and benches in the residence, everything here was contaminated with Lin Chengfeng's breath.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Aunt Mei's expression was not sad, but gradually relaxed a lot, she didn't go anywhere, she looked at it very seriously, wanting to imprint everything in front of her in her mind, looking at the empty room, looking at the polished boulder in the back mountain, she could imagine how Lin Chengfeng lived alone and felt self-pity.

These empty pictures were stuffed into her memory by herself, and these pictures gradually took shape in her mind, and at this moment, she felt as if she had been accompanying Lin Chengfeng all the way through the wind and rain.

Lin Fan followed behind Aunt Mei and told little by little about the master's hobbies in the secret realm, Aunt Mei listened very attentively, but she didn't make any response, just silently watched everything in front of her.

When they came to the secret room where Lin Chengfeng meditated daily, pushed the door in, and there were two scrolls of paintings on the table, Aunt Mei opened one of them, and the person in the painting jumped on the paper, dressed in white, with a smile on his eyebrows, and an indescribable elegance and outstandingness in his expression.

In the painting, she stands in a plum forest, looking back at the style contained in the smile, which is vividly embodied, and it can be seen that the person who painted this painting is very affectionate.

Aunt Mei froze in place, her face flashed with an indescribable look, and she muttered to herself: "Over the years, whether you are there or not, it has always remained in my heart, I can't imagine that you are the same, what more can I ask for in my life?" ”

Lin Fan stood aside and didn't speak, at this time he understood that Aunt Mei was making a silent communication with the imaginary Lin Chengfeng in her heart, maybe in the eyes of others, Lin Chengfeng had passed away, but in Aunt Mei's heart, she had always been alive and had always been with her in her heart.

After staring at it for a long time, Aunt Mei reluctantly rolled up the painting again, the trace of attachment in her eyes was so obvious, she must have thought in her heart, how good she would be if she was that painting, and she could really accompany Lin Chengfeng for decades.

"If there is no hatred in the eyes of the church, I don't believe that there is a white head in the world." She sang such a poem in a low voice, full of feelings, this is her favorite ancient poem, which was written on the painting by Lin Chengfeng.

Decades of parting have made Aunt Mei's heart more and more insipid, she doesn't ask much, she is already satisfied to see this scene, and she doesn't think about it anymore.

"Lin Fan, can I take this painting with me?" Aunt Mei suddenly asked out loud, this painting is the relic she wants to keep the most in her heart, there is no one, and even she hopes that after she dies, this painting will be turned into dust with her.

Lin Fan didn't react for a while, but when he reacted, Aunt Mei shook her head slightly and smiled bitterly: "That's it, let's stay here, it may be better to keep it as it is." ”

As she spoke, Aunt Mei unfolded the second painting, and Lin Fan next to her also wanted to know what the other painting was painting at this time, although he had spent decades with his master in the secret realm, but this secret room was rarely set foot in, let alone the two paintings on the table.

The second painting slowly opened, and it was still a Chinese-style figure painting, still showing a woman, dressed in white and scarlet pants, wearing a Japanese-style kimono, red pants underneath, combing her long hair in a bun, pulled up high with a hairpin, with a flower on her head, a kagura bell tied around her waist, and a bag of straw shoes on her feet.

This woman's appearance is very exquisite, but at first glance, the first impression left is not the exquisite facial features, but the mysterious luxury that permeates the upper and lower parts of the body, if Mei Ningxue is the cold and arrogant Xuemei, then the woman in this painting is a graceful and luxurious peony.

Whether it is from the point of view of appearance, or from the comparison of charm and temperament, Aunt Mei and the woman in the painting can be said to be bright for a while, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

After seeing this painting, Aunt Mei's face was obviously not very good-looking, Lin Fan could even smell a strong sour smell from the air, no need to guess, he could also know that the woman in the painting must be another confidante of the master.

At this time, Lin Fan was a little nervous, he was afraid that Aunt Mei would tear up this painting after his anger rose from his heart, no matter what, this was the master's relic, he didn't want anyone to destroy it, even if this person was Aunt Mei.

At first, when Aunt Mei lifted the painting, the look on her face was still extremely ugly.

But after a while, perhaps remembering that now Lin Chengfeng and her, and the woman in the painting, have been separated by yin and yang, she sighed leisurely: "Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, the matter has come to this, he has already lived in my heart, why should I be angry?" ”