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On the left, there is a wooden couch and a bookcase, behind which is a bookshelf.

Except for a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall, there is nothing else, and the whole room is very simple and simple.

On the wooden couch opposite the bookcase, there is a low table, on which are placed teapots and teacups, and there is a bronze candlestick with a simple style.

At this moment, the night has completely enveloped the heavens and the earth.

There were no lights in the room, and the candles on the bronze candlesticks shone faintly.

A few days ago, a nun dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and an old, yellowed scroll in his right hand.

At first glance, you will notice that it is difficult for you to tell her age.

In the flickering candlelight, her fair face was shining like jade, and her picturesque facial features looked very young, but between her eyebrows, there was a faint hint of coldness that saw through the red dust and was beyond the world.

She put down the scroll in her hand, her dark eyes were like a silent pool, she looked deeply at Long Yutian, and said slowly: "Yu'er, you are here." ”

Yu'er ......

Every time he heard this gentle and gentle call, Long Yutian couldn't help but feel a little trance.

In her previous life, she also called him the same.

In this world, she is the only one who calls him "Yu'er".

This beautiful bhikshuni is Long Yutian's mother Yunxi, and at the same time, he is also the mother concubine who died miserably in his previous life.

What's even more incredible is that his long-deceased father, Long Aoxing, was his father in his previous life.

When he was reborn and learned that his father and mother, who had died tragically in his previous life, were also in this strange world and were still his parents, God knows how happy he was.

He thought that the god of fate must have taken pity on him, so he specially sent him over to reunite with his father, the princess, and the princess.

But later I learned that in this life, his father died unexpectedly before Long Yutian was born, and his mother was too sad to leave the newborn Long Yutian ruthlessly, and quietly shaved his home, and his law name was pure.

It turned out that in this life, he was still fatherless and motherless, and he still couldn't enjoy the love of his father and mother, and the joy of family under his knees......

However, he was satisfied.

Because, after all, his mother is still alive.

When he misses her, he can always come and see her.

Of course, she didn't know that.

Because his parents are not like him and Fengjiu, who were reborn through the soul of his previous life, he and Fengjiu have memories of their previous lives, but his parents do not.

……

Long Yutian walked to the couch, took off his shoes without a sound, and sat cross-legged opposite Jingxin.

Then, unceremoniously, he picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed it in his hand, and then took a sip slowly.

The tea fragrance is shallow, the entrance is slightly bitter, and there is a faint fragrance around the teeth between the careful aftertaste.

This is plum blossom tea made by the mother herself.

It's just that he doesn't like it, and he dislikes the aftertaste of plum blossom tea that is too lingering.

However, this time, he suddenly fell in love with this taste, like the shadow left in his heart, silently wrapped around his heart......

"Yu'er, do you have anything on your mind?" The eyes of Jingxin, which were as lonely as an ancient pool, stared straight at Long Yutian, and his tone was as calm and indifferent as a pool of water.

Long Yutian lowered his head slightly, looked at the clear and translucent tea soup in the dark brown tea cup, and said in a low and slow voice: "Can a person's heart really be as still as water?" ”