The warm breeze of the afternoon blew through the window screens and through the silent nave.

A couple sat silently in the hall, the woman silent, her eyes sometimes anxious and sometimes in a trance, her hands on the knob but still trembling, her back clinging to the back of the chair as if she were not careful.

The man was sometimes frowning, sometimes standing up, constantly pacing there, his hands did not know where to guard, he could only wave restlessly, and from time to time cast worried eyes like the confined room in the room, and then looked at the extremely murderous Dharma hall not far from the window.

Even the air in the hall was oppressive and breathless.

There was silence for a long time, and the only thing I could hear was the rustle of the wind and the charcoal fire of the stove with the teapot burning, but even this small sound made people feel upset and irritable.

The couple only looked at each other occasionally, but did not say much, and their eyes revealed uneasiness to each other.

In the end, the woman sitting there broke the bleak silence, as if she had made a major choice after careful consideration, she swallowed her saliva, opened her lips that should have become chapped from uneasiness, and said, "Li Yang, father will solve this matter, right? Yi Wen will be fine, right?" ”

The sudden question made the man stop pacing uneasily, staring at the Dharma Hall not far away, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, and then looking at the bloodstains on the ground that had long since dried, and finally walked out of the door without saying a word.

"You answered me. With difficulty, the woman got up from her chair and prepared to keep her husband.

"I don't know. ”

The tea that was boiling on the stove boiled as if in response to this sentence, and the sharp voice was like a wail at the time of execution, and like the unwillingness at the end of the day, and the woman who suddenly got up could not help but tremble.

"I don't know. The man named Li Yang repeated again mechanically, and then he suddenly turned to face his wife, and walked hurriedly, the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps hitting the ground and seemed to beat the woman's heart continuously.

"I don't know. As if he were making a statement, as if he were compromising, as if he had cut off his own lifeline, the man stood in the nave like a log in the wind, looking at his wife.

Desperately, unwillingly, complaining, helpless about the situation of those who care, as if it had been taken away again, as if it had been taken away again, the only difference is that there is only a small hope now.

The man clutched at his hair in agony, his eyes distorted with unease and anxiety.

Outside the window, the birds chirped, and the fragrance of wild flowers spread into the hall like germs.

Like the crow on the lonely vine at dusk, Li Yang slowly turned his head and looked at the young bird full of joy and ready to welcome a beautiful day, at this time the birdsong full of yearning and hope was no different in his ears from the ghoul bird's impatient cry in front of the dying man, just like the god of death with his bloodshot eyes looking intently at the son who was dying in the inner room, his life hanging by a thread.

When did the wildflowers ever smell good?

Once, the time he enjoyed most was to smell the wildflowers at dawn, watch the rising sun give the flowers a little golden light, feel the unique purity of the mountain, and immerse himself in the silence and mist.

Now, the smell of blood in the house went straight to his brain, like a germ spreading, like death is deriving, the source is the inner room, he swallowed his saliva, and it slid down his throat like a thick blood clot, and the smell of blood spread throughout his throat and tongue, he wanted to bend down and cough, but he didn't dare, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get up if he bent down, he was afraid, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop if he started.

When the gate is opened, it can't be stopped.

His arms were already numb, and he didn't even feel the delicate and warm hands of his wife on his shoulders.

He slowly removed his wife's hand, turned his body to the Dharma Hall again, looked at the ancestor who looked grim and solemn, holding a flat meter, and vaguely saw the air that was constantly surging next to the Dharma Hall as if it was boiling, he could already see the dispute between his father and the door master, he seemed to be able to see the father whose eyes were so angry that they were congested and the door master who looked at each other angrily and couldn't help but scold, childhood friends.

He could see the elder disciples who were hiding in the corners, not daring to squeak, sweating profusely and with a chill on their backs, and he could already see the gatekeepers whose legs were weak from the noise and squabbles.

He didn't know what to do, even if his father persuaded Li Guanhua, what would he do? His son had already been seriously injured, and although Li Guanhua had left his hand, how could he have been cured of the fact that he had still seriously injured his son with that palm? If he was not convinced, it was inevitable that he would be unable to convince the public, so what should he do? How should his son, who was already seriously injured, survive in the troubled times?

For the first and only time, he felt his own powerlessness, as if a pair of invisible hands were clutching his throat and tearing his trachea.

Is that all there is to be done as a father?

Sitting in the hall, crying in despair, like a cowardly dying person, like a weak rabbit at a loss in a trap, like a person drowning in water.

Even if it's drowning, grab that dead wood!

Like a flash of inspiration, like the first golden light sprinkled on wildflowers at dawn, the first birdsong of spring.

He picked up the teapot, poured it into the cup, and poured it into his mouth, trying to wash away the desperate smell of blood.

Immediately, he slammed the cup on the table, and the force was so great that the wooden table trembled as if it were about to break.

"Go!" At this moment, there was only one word in his mind, and his mouth opened without thinking.

"Let's go!"

"Go?" the woman questioned, sluggish, what does this word imply?

It is abandonment, it is renunciation, it is the choice of a future without a trace of light, just like walkers without a torch in the dark, they can only crawl forward in drowsiness and chaos.

"Yes, let's go!"

Li Yang's eyes were full of enthusiasm and excitement.

"You're crazy, you're betrayal!"

"If your family is gone, you can't protect your precious people, which is the biggest betrayal to yourself!" Li Yang roared.

"Go to Tianying City!" he said this sentence excitedly and excitedly under his wife's incredulous gaze, as if she had seen a madman.

"Go to Tianying City, find that one!"

"That, that one!"

The wife was also excited, as if she had found a glimmer of fire, as if the darkness had been split.

Yes, the strength of the one in the mouth is incomparable, it is his words that the son's injury, the son's illness is not a problem, is it?

"Let's go now!Go to the study in Tianying City to find that one now!Don't worry about ........"

Immediately, a chaotic and piercing noise of agitation came from the inner room.

Li Yang did not hesitate, went straight to the inner room, and slammed open the door.

"Yi Wen! Yi Wen, Yi Wen ........."

Inside the house, there was a smell of blood, and the blood on the ground, as if it had been cut out of his body, was spit out by Li Yiwen in a coma, the wide open windows, and the messy weeds that were pressed outside.

Li Yiwen, dragging his broken body and carrying his life like a broken candle in the wind, left Tianling Mountain.

On the bed, on a note soaked in blood, it was written in twisted and twisted shapes.

"Yi Wen goes, don't read it. Love is constant, and I also think. ”

The room is filled with the suffocating smell of blood and the delightful scent of wildflowers.