The sun gradually fell into the lake from the distant shore, and just as the dazzling red ball was about to disappear, a flock of birds passed by the lake, causing a ripple. A gentle breeze on the shore of the lake was blowing the willow branches, and the heat in the air was milder than in the afternoon.

The traffic and crowds of people after work shuttle through the streets of the city, swimming like a school of fish, and following the familiar road back to the home of the mind.

When Sang Xia pushed open the door of Runlu's living room, he saw a middle-aged man standing in a daze, like a stone sculpture of a figure who practiced sketching with Zun.

He is in his forties, of medium height, with resolute facial features and slender eyes. Well, it should be the Uncle Meng that Fusu said.

Sang Xia walked into the living room, put down his backpack, smiled and bowed to the middle-aged man, and said in a warm tone, "Uncle Meng Yi, I'm Sang Xia." ”

The crisp sound in his ears made Meng Yi recover from the repeated shock, and he watched in a daze as the elf-like girl changed into slippers and walked in from the door. Being able to enter the Runlu Barrier freely, he thought to himself that this must be the girl Fusu said.

The girl looks a little petite and thin, but she is very energetic, and she should be very healthy and not a sick child.

Maybe it was because he was a father in his previous life, or because of the girl's ghost mother, plus because she looked well-behaved and likable, Meng Yi couldn't help but have an indescribable sense of intimacy with this girl.

The girl's big eyes were crooked when she smiled, she really looked like Yan'er! Meng Yi felt a faint throbbing pain in his heart.

Two thousand years ago, he and his brother Meng Tian were framed, so that the entire Montessori family was wiped out. His daughter Meng Yan, who had just been married, also died because of this, and he didn't even have time to look at her again.

Yan'er's eyes are also so good-looking, the same bright, the same clear.

Meng Yi sighed deeply to soothe the pain in his heart.

Sanxia walked up to him, patted him lightly on the back, and asked worriedly, "Uncle, are you too tired?"

"Oh, it's okay, I just think you're a lot like a person. ”

"Who am I?" Sang Xia half-helped Meng Yi to sit on the sofa.

"Haha, you don't know each other. By the way, how do you know my name?"

"Oh, Fusu has said many times that you are his closest person in this world, his brother, his brother. Right. "Anyway, that's what Fusu said, which translates to brother, well, that's right. After pondering for a moment, Sang Xia nodded in self-affirmation.

Looking at the girl's serious explanation, Meng Yi felt that it was really clever and painful. At first sight, he liked this girl, and he had a pair of eyes that looked like his daughter, so he was vigilant and guarded, but he also let down his guard in this short period of time.

At this time, Meng Yi also understood why Fusu nagged before leaving, such a child would be liked by anyone.

Before the age of thirty, with the ability and resourcefulness to lead the army, he fought on the battlefield and made military achievements, and was later appreciated by the king and became an auxiliary political officer of the court. Until the catastrophe came, Meng Yi had been doing his best for the affairs of the state.

and his brother Meng Tian, an internal auxiliary government and an external guard, have paid countless painstaking efforts and sweat to protect the Qin State. In the end, it ended up being a broken soul and the clan was wiped out.

Meng Yi is not a brainless person, how can he be such an ordinary person if he can enter the eyes of the First Emperor?!

On the contrary, he has talent and strategy, but even if he is not inferior, he still did not escape the trap of the traitorous villain in the end.

Conspiracy and conspiracy are not on the same standard in the first place.

Based on all the things in his previous life, since he got rid of the identity of the ferryman and returned to the original soul to wake up, Meng Yi no longer trusted anyone except Fusu.

But this does not mean that he is scheming, it is precisely because his scheming is not deep enough, so he is cautious everywhere, lest he make a mistake and reveal any fatal weakness.

Such people are actually the hardest!

has experienced the hardships of life and death, and tasted the bitterness of parting in the world, such Meng Yi is not good at and does not like to fight with heaven, earth and man.

Therefore, it is difficult not to have love when meeting a child with a simple, clear and clear personality like Sang Xia.

Meng Yi's mind was full of twists and turns, Sang Xia had already gone to the kitchen to get hot water, and came to the living room to prepare a tea set to make tea, "Uncle, do you want tea?"

"Do you prefer green tea or pu-erh?"

"Green tea is refreshing in summer, Pu'er is not bad, and this, this is what Brother Midnight brought back from Yunnan!" she opened a wooden square box and took out a few pieces of dry brown tea leaves.

Looking at Sang Xia's busy little figure, which also comes with an introduction function of non-stop broadcasting, Meng Yi couldn't help laughing.

"Your name, Sangsha. There is no need to deliberately use honorific titles in the future. Young people rarely use honorific titles like this now, alas..."

"Call me Uncle Meng in the future!"

In response, Sang Xia made the tea seriously. Meng Yi looked at it carefully.

Sanxia's half-long hair was tied into a ponytail, and some short and thin hair was messy, which made her look younger than her actual age, like a girl doll who had just arrived at the age of Jilu.

It can be said that the death of Sangxia's mother created his 'life', and such a fate may really be as the fate of the world.

Meng Yi suddenly had an idea in his heart to protect this girl instead of the ghost mother.

As soon as the thought came out, Deng was startled, but after thinking about it, he accepted it calmly.

"Uncle Meng, drink tea. Sang Xia handed the freshly brewed tea to Meng Yi.

"This tea was picked by my uncle in Yunnan with the tea pickers. Meng Yi drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips and talking about the tea pickers in Fengfeng Village that he met when Yi Wu was looking for the traces of the entrance to the Xiling River.

So ordinary, yet extraordinary.

The life of ordinary people is so short, but there are always so many brave people who are not afraid of death. To survive, to reproduce for future generations, or to live fearlessly for the sake of a mission entirely.

For example, those tea pickers with dark skin and sunken eyes.

When the tea picking season arrives every year, they set out from their villages to hike to the primeval forest, and it takes half a day or a day to find the ancient tree tea area. They had strips of cloth tied to their heads, and baskets were tied to them, and when they went, they carried dry food and tea leaves picked from the deep mountains and old forests.

Some of the thousand-year-old tea trees grow so tall that these skilled tea pickers can climb with their bare hands like apes in the jungle.

The trail to the site of the ancient tree is winding and difficult, narrow and overgrown, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the valley, so every year tea pickers die from these accidents.

Even so, there are still latecomers who join the ranks of tea pickers. Although there are few of them, they have lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

Meng Yi has always been in awe of human life, just as he is in awe of the reincarnation of heaven and earth.

"Yiwu Wind Village, wow, this name is so special, Sangxia has also picked tea, Monkey Kui, Mao Feng, Pian Qing and so on. Ah, it smells so good!"

Sang Xia's words brought Meng Yi's mind back from the distant Yi Wu back to the Runlu living room.

Sang Xia's skills in making tea are similar to her cooking skills, which is very ordinary.

When the lights were on, the sky was completely dark, and after Sang Xia and Meng Yi finished dinner, they packed up and went back to their room.

A scream!

Meng Yi, who was drinking water, almost choked on the water in his nose. I wondered when Fusu would still have the spiritual power of prophecy?

According to what Fusu said, he didn't take it seriously, and still stood in the front yard and watched the night in the distance.

How did he know that this was not some prophecy spiritual power from Fusu, but Sang Xia was on the second floor holding the computer that Fusu bought for her and screaming happily.

Uh, to be precise, Qiao Ziye bought it under Fusu's command.

Sangxia couldn't wait to unpack it, connect it to the power supply, and turn on the computer. The screen lit up and shone on her tiny face.

[Thank you, I received a gift.] 】

Sang Xia waited for a long time after sending this message on his phone, and a quarter of an hour passed... Half an hour passed... Nearly an hour later, there was still no reply.

She dialed Fusu's number, and then heard a response of "the phone you dialed cannot be reached for the time being, please call again later".

"Uncle Meng, where did Fusu go?" ran downstairs and found Meng Yi who was holding a cup and shaking a fan in the front yard.

"Oh, he, he's been a little far away. Meng Yi couldn't explain for a while what kind of existence the secret realm Fusu went to.

"Oh. He won't be in any danger. "It's not that I really think that Fusu will encounter problems that can't be solved, it's just instinctively worried.

In her world, Fusu is omnipotent.

She once thought he was a fairy or a monster or something, and even wondered if it would be the kind of alien superman in the movie.

In getting along with each other every morning and sunset, bit by bit, she only felt that Fusu was a wonderful existence and didn't care what kind of identity he was.

I don't know when she started, as long as she remembered his existence, she no longer felt lonely.

When he was there, her heart warmed.

"Don't worry, he's fine. Do not worry. Meng Yi patted Sang Xia's shoulder lightly, smiled at her and said, "Sang Xia, I thought about it, Uncle can tell you about when you were born and about your mother." Do you want to know?"

Caught off guard, Sang Xia was stunned for a moment, and then nodded vigorously.

She didn't know anything about her mother, she was adopted since she was a child, and no one cared about her background, let alone her background.

And at this time, someone suddenly brought the facts to her. She was both surprised and stunned, so excited that she couldn't control the trembling of her body.

Meng Yi calmly recounted the events of the year, and the few minutes of narration were as long as a lifetime.

Indeed, it is a lifetime! The life of Sangxia's mother and ghost mother He Taiping.

......

The short story was told quickly.

With tears on her face, Sang Xia looked up at the starry sky, and whispered "Mom." ”

She finally understood why her mother entrusted herself to Fusu when she left, it turned out that it was because of him that she was born into this world.

My mother has been with me for 20 years, and along the way, my mother's soul must be so tired!

"Mom, thank you..."

The inky night sky echoed her deepest thoughts for her mother.

Meng Yi looked at the girl under the night sky, and the weight in his heart also relaxed.

After all, she has to let her know what she should know.

Fusu had an agreement with Sang Xia's mother to keep it up to him, but Meng Yi did not participate in this agreement.

At that time, he was in a hurry to cross the soul and ignored the bitter pleas of the dead soul, although this was the duty of the shadow, but because of Sang Xia, Meng Yi felt a little more guilty and sorry in his heart.

Therefore, when he spit out everything he knew, he also released the apologies in his heart.

The reunion with Fusu was facilitated by Sangxia's birth, and it was also because of his ability to break the Golden Crow's soul ban and return to Genshin Impact.

Even if these reasons are abandoned, Meng Yi wants to protect this girl from the bottom of his heart.

Like an elder, a relative.

This may be the best arrangement!