CHAPTER XXVIII

"Shopkeeper Song, take this."

The ghosts and their lines are all traces in the night, and if someone loses their soul during the day, they can't let the ghost wander in the mortal world.

In response to this situation, in addition to the guiding Gu, they also had this robe that covered the sky. After stepping out of the Taozhi Mountain Pass, the world full of heroic aura rushed to the face.

He couldn't give up in Song Nian.

In the early autumn of the world, Fangfei is approaching, and the falling flowers are colorful, and the scene is not as warm as the spring in March, but it also has a different flavor.

This is the world.

He has been in the Song Dynasty.

It's been a long time, and in retrospect, it took a long time.

Song Nian remembered that at that time, this place did not look like this.

If it is true that the flowers are similar every year, the people are different every year.

This world is different.

Compared with the starvation at that time, it is naturally more prosperous now.

But no one is not walking on that lonely road, bloody.

No one, no exception.

The law of all things in the world is nothing more than that.

He remembered the child, ragged, but he could see that the mother had done everything in her power to keep him in order.

He came to this mortal world that day, and because he had lost something, he came with others to look for it.

Just curious, he paused for a moment in front of the four-walled house.

There was a mother and a son in the house.

"My son, you can take my hairpin as a pawn."

The body is weak, and without wind, frost, rain and snow, he can only lie on the sickbed and hand over his life to an unpredictable fate.

But the child in front of him is not allowed to do so. No matter what, let him live, he is his own blood.

How nice it would have been if I hadn't been his biological mother.

If......

But there is no turning back after all.

"Mother, it was given to you by your father, and your son must not ......"

The mother shook her head, "That's it, you won't grow up like other children."

Looking at the hosta in his hand, he thought about the oath that the man in the past still had in his ears. This thing is an important thing, but now they are in a precarious predicament, and the so-called stable thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are like broken sails in the wind and rain. In such a situation, he has no time to take care of himself, how can he remember the little singer in the house.

This hairpin is just a dead thing.

What's more, in the chaotic world, people's hearts cannot be tempted.

Rely on yourself.

"Wu'er, if there is no result today," looking at the warm and delicate hosta lying in the palm of his hand, "tomorrow ...... You can take it for granted. ”

If you rely on the mountains to move, then only your own perseverance will become a mountain.

Although she is a woman, she is not afraid of it!

“…… Be. ”

The little child, with his eyebrows and eyes lowered, withdrew from the room with four walls of the house.

He hated him for being too weak to be bullied so much.

If one day......

If one day......

If......

The tyrannical atmosphere of the sky is invisibly flowing in the flames of troubled times. But it also let Song Nian know who he was looking for.

It's him.

Song Nian stood at the corner of the dilapidated house. However, the child walked too fast, and the rumors had disappeared into the clear sky.

The dynasty was uneven, but fortunately, the weather was not bad.

Since he was in him, Song Nian naturally wanted to follow him.

When the weather is not bad, there are not a few people who go out. The child is the most playful, does not know the suffering of the world, and will not live up to this good spring.

In my eyes, I am envious.

And the reason why people envy others is only because they can't ask for it. Don't seek to walk with others, just look at it from afar.

However, there is no room for the weak in the world.

Seeing it, it must be to peel off the skin and tendons to solve the hatred in his heart.

"Look, look, that scumbag is here again......"

"Mother once said that they were the ones who caused the recent plague in the village!"

"You're not welcome here! Get out! ”

"Filthy widow, get out of the way!"

The sage of the world: The unkempt child is the most young and pure, but he is as vicious as a wolf dog.

Somebody laughed at him and threw a stone at him, and the stones rained down. He hit the boy so hard that blood oozed out of his head, and his hands were covered with dirt and wounds, and new wounds were added to one place that had not yet healed.

The misery that exudes everywhere.

But he didn't give in.

Those dark eyes were full of killing intent.

It was this stiffened insistence that made the children retreat.

Or maybe they're tired.

He was the only one left shivering in the wind.

Thin very.

Song Nian raised children.

Children are delicate and pitiful.

But he is different, with a toughness that is rare for adults. Song Nian was very interested, so he walked out of the corner.

"They are gone, what are you doing here?"

The sudden sound caused the frozen child to fall to the dust in an instant.

His body trembled and looked at the man who stood against the light.

"You...... Who is it? ”

There was a real fear in this questioning.

"You're not afraid of them?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Why?"

That is, if you are not afraid, you can work hard.

“……”

The childish man was speechless, sitting in the dust, like this, I am afraid that he miscalculated the object just now.

This time, it was useless again.

"I'm not strong enough,"

Timidly tugged at the corner of his clothes to prevent him from leaving.

"If you're not strong enough, just get stronger."

This childish child is not useless.

For example, the eyes in front of me are dark and shiny, but they are beautiful and tight.

Well, it's not ugly.

In this blazing sun, the person in his eyes has long clothes and water sleeves, and his hair is in a high bun, as bright as the cold moon.

Even so, he couldn't stop wanting to get closer.

"Don't go ......"

Although it was Yingying's words, it was finally passed into Song Nian's ears.

"Why?"

Why? The boy didn't know why.

I just kept him.

"Don't go!"

didn't wait for him to reply to him, and hurriedly added a word.

"I'm going to be strong......"

"So?"

"So don't go."

Words that are whispered in a low voice can no longer reach the ears of others.

Please......

The difference between Song Nian and Ming Ming was only the first time they met, but this stubborn child fell in love with him. Seeing that he was about to cry, but he subconsciously restrained himself, and he didn't know where Song Nian was touched, he really stopped.

"If that's the case, then try to be strong, and maybe one day, it will come to you."

These words are also his promise in Song Nian, if there is no accident, he will definitely remember the agreement with this little guy.

Is it powerful? Will he come back if he is strong?

He was not mortal.

On the fifth day, my father sent someone to pick him up.

It turned out that he was not a posthumous son.

He is the most honorable place in the world.

But this dignity had to be concealed before he was ten years old. This disguise had caused him to endure a lot of humiliation, and now the sudden arrival of this incomparably noble presence had not only made him worry about food and clothing, but also deprived him of the only person close to him.

His mother became unknown to him.

No longer shouting at him, no longer pampering and not shocking, in order to get closer to her father, she killed her father's favorite concubine in private.

Looking at his mother, who was becoming stranger and stranger, he didn't know her anymore.

Talk about intimacy.

The moment he stepped through the palace gates, he left everything behind.

Include the first name.

It has nothing to do with the past.

Looking back now, there is only that side of the fate in his memory, but he remembers it deeply.

That was his only memory of the past, how precarious was this glance tied to the meeting in Pingshui? Compared with today's fine clothes and food, how precious it is.

This is the only memory he has left.

In the future, he will become stronger, so strong that the people he agreed with are willing to come back.

At the age of thirteen, he became the king of the country.

But you haven't come back yet.

So he made a bold move to conquer the kingdoms and watched the territory continue to expand.

In the end, the six countries were all in the bag.

He made himself an emperor.

He was a mortal, and he wanted to be close to him.

But he still didn't come......

But if he doesn't come, he probably won't be able to wait any longer......

He will grow old and die.

He also once wished about immortality, but it was just a delusion after all.

He knew that those people had given him that little hope had been given to him for fear of losing their lives.

He still has reached the end of his life.

Lying on the couch, half a minute unable to move.

is so weak, I'm afraid it's even more impossible for him to arrive......

"I've only been gone for more than a month, and you've become like this."

Song Nian remembered that he hadn't forgotten.

But when I returned, it was a different story.

Looking at the dying person on the couch, the wealth of life is compelling. I will no longer see the ragged clothes, nor the clear and resolute gaze of that time. It burned until it disappeared, but it was just a month away.

Indeed, time is the most unforgiving.

"You're here......"

Over the years, step by step.

He was the only one all along.

Always ......

It's all ......

He had no parents, no brothers, no friends. He never got all these things he longed for.

He was not as good as he had been at the beginning.

So happy.

"You're leaving."

Song Nian saw that his breath was dying, the time limit had arrived, and he would return to the underworld in just a few moments.

"Do you still want to go back?"

This place is far away from the king's capital, and he has traveled far and wide, trying in vain to escape the destiny of heaven, but no one can help the destiny of heaven.

There is always a price to be paid for going against the destiny of heaven.

"No need......

"There's no me in that land...... The people we met ......"

The person I want to see is already in front of me.

"It's like this for all people."

Alone, alone to death.

Although he is alone here, after all, he is no more miserable than all living beings, and naturally he is not happy.

"I know ......"

Even though you know it, you still have a luxury, and so does everyone in the world.

"You're here because I'm ...... Is it strong enough? ”

Although the world says that he is cruel and unkind, he cannot be trusted.

But he wanted his approval.

Even if it's just one person.

"Hmm."

Song Nian never lied to him, and the reason why he found this place so accurately was not unrelated to the aura around him.

Song Nian looked at the piece of jade in his hand that he had stuffed into before he died, this was what Song Nian was looking for, although he never thought until he died, maybe with this piece of jade, he would be able to see the most important in his memory earlier.

But it's empty after all.

"Let's go."

There is only a corpse left here.

Three days later, the whole world died.

It's a pity that he can't see it.

This place is now as it is, and they who came with him at that time are not visible. went around and around, bumpy and bumpy, and never wanted to revisit the old place, only he was left in Song Nian.

"Shopkeeper Song, what's wrong?"

After landing in this world, Fan Wuyu saw that Song Nian did not say a word. lest their brothers, strong people, make things difficult, and do bad things.

"It's okay, adults don't have to worry about Xiaosheng."

"Shopkeeper Song, I'll go with Bi'an to check on this while, and you will rest in that inn."

This smock protects them like mortals, but after all, they use it for the first time, and they are not used to it.

They were reckless.

"Thank you, sir."

At this time, he did not rest in Song Nian.

Go visit a friend.

Look at the child who was thinking about him.