Hu Shijiu followed his uncle to a secluded alley in the city, and on both sides of the alley, willow branches that had just pulled out their buds swayed gently in the wind.

Faintly Zhuozhuo, behind the shadow of the tree, there seems to be an inconspicuous thatched hut.

"Son, come with me." The old man motioned for Hu Shijiu to speed up his pace and follow him.

The already mottled chai door seemed to be unable to be pushed, and it squeaked to the side with a "squeak-" sound.

The old man raised his feet and entered the hospital, and Hu Shijiu followed closely behind.

In the courtyard, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

The old man looked around, his voice trembling, "Nothing has changed......"

He walked forward slowly, rubbing a towering ancient tree in the courtyard repeatedly, "Old man, I'm back......"

Cloudy tears slipped down the old man's cheeks.

"Old man," Hu Shijiu, who didn't know what was going on on the side, hurriedly stepped forward.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and there was infinite surprise in his eyes: "A-Ning? ”

"Uncle, it's me, Shen Jianing." Hu Shijiu was stunned for a moment, still holding the old man and replied.

Although the old man called his name, his eyes were so sad.

"Shen Jianing......" The old man looked at Hu Shijiu carefully, and his expression seemed to be familiar with her for the first time.

"Oh...... It's Ning Ning......" The old man nodded slightly.

After a few days, the old man, who already seemed to be gradually hardening and healthy, seemed to have something at the moment he stepped into this courtyard, and in an instant, his straight back was bent.

It's memories, it's sadness. What kind of memories and how much sadness can make a dying old man who has seen through the world so out of shape at this moment?

The wind blows, and in the courtyard, the fallen leaves are gargling. It was clearly spring in March, but the sunshine seemed to stop, leaving this abandoned courtyard in late autumn.

"Ning Ning, I'm fine." After a long time, the old man patted Shen Jianing's hand and signaled that she didn't have to worry. Holding on to the tree, he gradually straightened his waist. Like an old tree that has stood through the wind and rain, it has been rejuvenated after years of tempering.

"This was my home." The old man leaned on the trunk of the tree and pointed to a hall opposite. Proud, and sad.

So just now, who will be the "A-Ning" in the old man's mouth?

Hu Shijiu recalled that the guys in the drunken building seemed to have mentioned that the old man's wife and daughter were all killed in a fire......

Just like the Han Mansion in the previous life......

I am lucky, with the help of my brother, I can be reborn again and let everything go back to square one.

However, the old man in front of him, the former family member, has turned into an eternal scar in his heart. It can't be smoothed, and it can't be hidden.

"Old man......" Hu Shijiu didn't know how to comfort this gray-haired old man.

On that day, in Fox Mountain, she was shocked to hear that Han Fu was buried in a sea of fire, and her heart that almost destroyed everything is still unforgettable.

Although, in the Han Mansion, except for Han Mochen and Qingque, no one has ever paid a trace of sincerity to her. Although, when that catastrophe came, the two of them were already ......

However, after all, it was her only "home" in the world.

Now, the old man's wife and daughter are all buried in the fire, and only he is left alone. Before this pain, no words seem to pale and weak.

The old man helped Hu 19 and walked forward tremblingly. Although his steps were a little scattered, he tried to keep himself as steady as possible.

This courtyard is where they first lived. He, Gui Ru, A Ning, a family of three, although the life is hard, but also happy.

Every day, he would brew fragrant and sweet liquor and carry it along the street to sell.

His wine is mellow and the price is fair. There's nothing that the neighbors don't like about this area.

Every day, as soon as it gets dark, I see Gui Ru holding A-Ning, who is still babbling, standing in front of the small courtyard and waiting for him.

At night, a candlelight, a few plates of pickles, and three bowls of porridge. It was all the dinner of their small family, but at that time, it was extremely luscious, and it was better than countless delicacies in the world.

A-Ning was so small at that time, he didn't eat well, but he still looked pink and jade, a small person, every time he ate, he had to drill into his arms, and he was pouted by his beard and wanted to cry.

As long as he carried it in his arms for a day, and the neighbors gave him but were reluctant to eat such as apples, peaches, etc., he could take them out casually, and he could make this little fat girl giggle.

"Daddy!" Aning will call someone!

"Daddy, kid! You're working hard outside, and we're easy to deal with! Gui Ru always said half disgusted, half joyful.

After a few years, A-Ning became a little girl with a double bun and bouncing.

The corners of Gui Ru's eyes also had fine wrinkles.

He finally fulfilled his promise to let them both live a good life!

A brewery called Drunkard Fang has opened in the most prosperous place in Langjing!

He can finally make Aning eat well and dress well! No longer have to look at the steamed buns in the hands of other people's children and secretly swallow saliva!

He finally allowed Gui Ru not to rub her sore eyes and embroider exquisite and intricate petals on other people's clothes under the faint candle flame in those countless dark nights!

He did it all!

The old man stood in front of the house and tapped the door involuntarily. Just like every time he had good news for his wife and children before. The doors of the house, which had fallen into disrepair, kicked up a layer of dust that floated gently in the sunlight.

Back then, I was in high spirits, but now I only feel that I have seen it......

When he took the buyer and wanted to sell the house, Gui Ru, who had always been obedient to him, quietly pulled his sleeve and shook his head desperately.

He would realize that Gui Ru was afraid that he would be reluctant to give up this courtyard with countless memories of the three of them.

Gui Ru, don't say it's a courtyard, I will give you what you want. If you don't want it, I won't do it.

Gui Ru lowered her head and smiled, her face flushed. It's like the most beautiful sunset over Langjing.

Unexpectedly, all this, all this, was wiped out in that beautiful "wine tasting banquet"!

Gui Ru didn't want to go......

It's him, it's him who is worried that Gui Ru is bored at home all day long, and he wants to take her out to see the world! Who knows, this time is a parting of life and death!

"Master, save me!"

"Daddy—"

In the dream, Gui Ru and A Ning, spitting blood from their mouths, shouted for help in that sea of fire, shouted for help!

He wanted to go over, but he crawled, crawled, and every time, he had to quickly hold their hands, and the violently spreading tongue of fire was shouting and devouring everything!

Guiru!

Anin!

Years of nightmares, haunted by it.

Someone once advised him to go to the temple to find a monk to exorcise demons.

He went, but spent several years of his savings to do a grand ritual for them and set up a tablet for the rebirth.

He does not seek to forget, he cannot forget.

When the green lantern shone on the yellow tablet, he hid his face and wept bitterly.

Although, a few years later, in the original place that had been reduced to nothing, the drunkard shop in the ashes became a drunken man building in the wind and rain.

But, Guiru, A-Ning, where are you......

The old man slowly closed his eyes, and the past was unbearable, "Wait for me a little longer, and when I explain everything, I will accompany you......"