Over the years, he deliberately blocked the news from Qingfeng County, and he wrote a letter to his family every once in a while, so as not to worry about him at home, and he let his family know that he was still alive.

I left not because of hate, but because of love. I couldn't ask for it, I couldn't love it, that kind of torment, it was too painful, and it almost crushed him.

I have never felt like I was cornered, whether he was too greedy, whether he expected too much, and he never got a response, so he was so masochistic and self-tormenting.

I can't take it anymore.

That night, it rained heavily that night......

He shook his head, no more thoughts. No, it will be fine.

"Daddy?"

When the child woke up and climbed out of the carriage, the coachman was startled, afraid that the child would fall off the carriage, so he hurriedly fished the child into his arms.

The child didn't know how to worry, he stretched out a pair of small hands, "Daddy, hug!" ”

Yi Xuan looked at the child, Wu Wu looked very similar to his mother, I don't know when he began to prepare some small purple clothes, let Wu Wu wear on his body.

No forgetting, since there is no hope, it is also no more delusional, and there is no longer any hope or hope, but it turns out that in the end, I understand that there is no forgetfulness and no forgetfulness, because he has always had an obsession in his heart, and because he has never forgotten.

He took Forgetfulness and held Forgetfulness in his arms, the corners of his eyes were blood-red, his heart was trembling, but his face was calm.

Looking at the road ahead, scenes from the past replayed in his mind.

"Let's go, speed up!!"

As soon as he gave the order, the team picked up speed again. The closer you get to the shock, the more miserable the scene becomes, the rocks are cracked, and the road has been blocked and you have to detour.

But no matter what, under all this day and night, he finally came back.

Aomine-gun, Balipu.

It's like a dead land.

Since leaving, he never imagined that one day, he would return to the place where he had lived with his brother and wife in this situation.

However, whenever he dreams back at midnight, he dreams of her, dreams of them, as if he never left, the eldest brother makes tea, the second brother strokes the qin, the third brother is making trouble around his wife, the fourth brother is silent and stays by his wife's side, and the fifth brother is also tired of his wife's side, they live that kind of plain and warm life, watching the stars at night, watching the sunrise and sunset, they ......

Purple Garden.

His heart seemed to be clenched, and the carriage and horses did not stop, and in the distance, he saw the ruins, ruins, and rubble, which were the same as the appearance in his memory.

He got off the horse, Xiao Wuwu glanced at Yi Xuan, and then stretched out his little hand and held his father's big hand. He didn't walk very steadily, but he tried to step out of his chubby little short legs, "Daddy, be happy!" He picked up a handful of grass from the ground, it was spring, and the new grass was weak and lovely. He lifted the grass high and made his father happy.

"Laugh!"

A child with a small ghost, childish words, a bright smile on his face, very shining, but also very naïve.

Yi Xuan bent down and picked up the child from the ground. Then, he took a deep breath and walked towards the ruins.

The people he brought with him searched the ruins, whether they were living or dead, they always wanted to find something, but they dug in the ruins for a long time, but found nothing. There is neither living nor dead.

"Owner?"

The servant looked at Yi Xuan cautiously: "There were indeed people living here, but they left during the earthquake. There was no one here, no blood was seen, and the people who wanted to live here were fine. ”