Chapter 17: Sadness in the Eyes

Outside the green mountains, the purple wind howled, and the mist rolled in, flooding the big green mountains and gradually enveloping the small mountain villages below the mountains.

The brightly lit village was extinguished in an instant, leaving only the oil lamp in front of the girl to keep flickering.

When the purple wind blew purple fog and flooded the entire Yunxiao Mountain Village, the sky was originally dark night, but suddenly a purple sun appeared!

Looking at the scene she had never seen before, the girl's body trembled, and fear flashed in her eyes.

subconsciously looked at the father he had always trusted and relied on the most.

At this glance, the girl's body was stunned, and the face of the middle-eyed man looking out the window saw the reminiscence, pain, and relief.

All this is something that the girl has never seen in the past ten years.

In the girl's memory, her father has always had a gentle smile, but for some reason, the girl suddenly understood that this ...... Maybe that's the true side of his father.

Stretched out his hand and touched the girl's hair, and the middle-aged man vaguely seemed to see the appearance of the woman in white from the girl.

Before walking to the door, the middle-aged man's body paused, and finally resisted the urge to look back at the girl again, opened the door and walked out, and his strong body was immediately swallowed by the mist.

The departure of the middle-aged man made the girl more and more afraid. Dazed, helpless, surged into the girl's heart in an instant.

Quickly grabbing the wooden figure on the table, the girl hurriedly ran out, looking at the purple mist that filled her vision, the girl's body trembled even more violently, and a tear instantly blurred her eyes.

"Daddy...... Father! Where are you? Come back soon. The daughter was wrong. The daughter knew that she was wrong, and she would never be naughty again. I no longer object to you finding a stepmother for your daughter, please come back soon! ”

The girl cried and ran around, but did not get the slightest response, only the whispering of the middle-aged man, faint, sad, which kept echoing in her ears.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable."

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......"

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

"Girl, take care of yourself."

"Daddy!"

The body stumbled, and the girl fell helplessly and got up.

A swarthy arm suddenly stretched out from the mist, with pitch-black sharp ghost claws, and the nails glistened with a faint blue sheen, and instantly grabbed the back of the girl's defenseless .......

Purple mist...... Scattered.

On the green hills, a well-tended lonely grave stands quietly under the light of the bright moon.

"Ahh

Lin in his sleep slowly and suddenly woke up, and the ghost claws in the purple mist flashed in his mind, and the fishy smell on it seemed to be still hovering around.

Subconsciously touched the back of his head, looked at the wet sweat between his palms, and looked down at the soaked clothes and bedding. Lin slowly gasped and walked to the table in the middle of the room, picked up the teapot, and drank not a drop of the remaining cold tea inside.

After shaking the empty teapot and dripping the few remaining drops of liquid into his mouth, Lin slowly felt the coolness brought by his soaked clothes.

Turning out a set of clothes and changing into clothes, Lin slowly walked out of the room, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky and was silent for a while.

As a cultivator of the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period, it stands to reason that he would not dream.

And thinking about it carefully at this moment, in addition to the purple mist, the face of the man and the woman in white, and everything else seemed to be shrouded in fog clearly, and I could only vaguely remember the whiteness of the middle-aged man's sideburns, and the woman in white, as if ...... It's beautiful.

The last moonlight in the dream seemed to be as bright as it is today.

Glancing at the green cow who was sleeping deeply in the small courtyard and did not have the slightest vigilance that a spirit beast should have, Lin slowly picked up a piece of wood that was still on the ground by himself at some point, as if he wanted to nail a bench last time, and disliked that the square stool legs of this piece of wood were too high, and it was not enough to make a bench surface.

He took out a rusty broken iron knife from the room where the groceries were kept, sat on a small bench in the corner of the courtyard, looked at the green ox in the moonlight, lowered his head and began to move the iron knife in his hand.

The difference between the iron knife and the carving knife is too big, but with the support of the eighth layer of Lin's slow qi refining period, there is not much difference.

The iron knife in his hand flew over, layers of sawdust fell, and the wooden block in his hand shrank rapidly, and after a while, it formed the shape of a green cow sleeping on the ground, which was the same as the green cow sleeping on the ground, but after looking at the wooden block in his hand, and then looking up at the green cow whose nose was bubbling from sleep, Lin slowly shook his head.

The green ox carved by himself is not to mention that it is as vivid as the middle-aged man carved out of his dream, just like a miniature version of a real person, and even the shape is only six points similar.

Silently putting the wooden ox in his hand aside, Lin slowly looked up at the moonlight above his head and looked at it intently.

There are some things that I think I don't need to care about anymore, and I think I have done them, but those things are like a thorn in my heart, and I don't feel the pain until I am touched.

At this moment, Lin slowly suddenly felt that he had never felt ...... loneliness.

It's that the world is so big, and there's so much to do.

But...... Slowly, but sadly, Lin discovered that he had never felt real about anything.

I have been following the impetus of the instinctive law of survival, and my cultivation is to save my life, and the same is true for earning spirit stones. But I never really wanted to do something.

For example...... To find your true identity.

Slowly getting up, Lin slowly turned his gaze to the room where he kept his groceries, where there was a locked cabinet.

The lock is an ordinary lock, and for the monk, as long as he uses a little force, he can pull it open alive.

But the function of that lock is not to lock the items inside the cabinet, but to lock the heart to look at the items inside, to pursue the items.

Walk into the room, pull out a rusty medicine spoon from the side of the cabinet, and open the lock.

Inside, there is a pale green sachet and a carved sculpture. A wooden man who looks like a girl with a bright eye in her eyes.

There are three small characters on the back of the wooden figure, although there are some blurs, but you can still see the three characters carved on it...... Lin slowly.

With trembling hands, he took out the contents of the cupboard, and then his whole body began to tremble as well, and tears rolled down his cheeks and fell on the wooden figure.

Holding back his sadness, Lin slowly pursed his lips vigorously to prevent himself from crying.

But the shaking of the body is even more intense.

Outside the hospital, Qingniu, who slept as if he would not wake up until the end of the world, woke up at some point, raised his head, and looked through the open door at the girl whose shoulders were shaking.

A trace of inexplicable sadness flashed in the huge bull's eyes.

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Chapter II. If tomorrow's book friends give orange peel 50 collections, two chapters again.

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