"Done?"

"Well, I'm done. ”

"How do you feel?"

"It doesn't feel anything. ”

"How can you not feel it?"

"yes, how can you not feel it?"

"If you don't feel it, you don't feel it, isn't this the memory of my last life, what can I feel?"

"Memories of the previous life shouldn't have feelings?"

"Should you feel it?"

Grandma Liu became Grandma Liu, and Thirteen Lang also became Mr. Eight Fingers, the only thing that hasn't changed is the little palace master, or the one who has an adult body, advanced cultivation, and only remembers the memory of being a nanny for three years.

The little palace master looked sincere and puzzled, looked at Grandma Liu and said, "Does grandma remember the previous life?"

Grandma Liu shook her head awkwardly.

"How would you feel if you remembered?"

Grandma Liu was speechless.

The little palace master turned his face, looked at Thirteen Lang and said, "What about you, do you remember the previous life?"

Jusanro didn't know what to say. He remembered, but

The little palace master thought that he didn't remember, so he asked Grandma Liu again: "If you remember, how will you feel?"

Shisanro could only smile bitterly.

"You see, I'm right. ”

The little palace master thought that he was the same as Grandma Liu, so he became proud and said, "I live in this life, and I don't need to feel in the previous life." ”

The two looked at each other blankly, and finally Grandma Liu was unwilling and said, "But have you ever remembered your ancestors?"

The little palace master shook his head suspiciously, and said, "I can't remember, I just feel familiar." ”

Now Thirteen Lang felt weird. "Didn't write it in the diary?"

The little palace master replied, "Should I write it?"

Grandma Liu's expression was gloomy, and Thirteen Lang was in disbelief. Subconsciously snatched the book from the little palace master's hand and quickly flipped through it.

Not really. Not once. Before, he copied a copy just in case, for fear that the little palace master would throw it away, and he didn't notice anything written on it at all;

Looking at his rapid movements, Grandma Liu knew the result without asking, her expression became more and more lonely, and she sighed deeply.

The small palace master is unknown. Pulling Grandma Liu's shirt and asking, "What's wrong grandma, what did I do wrong?"

"Uh, no, that's actually good, you're doing well, it's pretty haode"

One word at a time. When she said "no", Grandma Liu's expression was gloomy, when she said "it's okay", Grandma Liu's brows furrowed slightly, and when she said "very good", a smile appeared on her face, and it was not until Zuihou's voice was very good, and Grandma Liu's voice had become sincerely gratified. The old man is happy.

Grandma Liu said with emotion: "The world has always wanted to study the mystery of reincarnation, maybe this is it!"

Thirteen Lang was thoughtful, holding a small notebook in his hand and muttering, "This is reincarnation?"

The little palace master said proudly: "Of course, this is reincarnation. But I'm luckier than others. There were you in the previous life, and there are still in this life. ”

Grandma Liu became more and more happy, and looked at the little palace master with pity. said: "Flowers are the most well-behaved and the smartest. The most beautiful and certainly the luckiest. ”

The little palace master was happy and a little embarrassed. When I went into Grandma Liu's bad and coquettish, I suddenly noticed that Thirteen Lang was a little strange, and exclaimed, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Eight Fingers did not answer her words, his body remained in a forward posture and did not move, there seemed to be a light circulating outside his body, red but with glass-like crystal and transparency, his face seemed to be coated with a layer of jade grease-like film, and his eyes seemed to be scattered into thousands of ways, and seemed to condense into dots, as if containing the entire starry sky.

"What the hell is going on?"

The little palace master was frightened and reached out to push, but was stopped by Grandma Liu.

"Don't touch him. ”

Grandma Liu stopped the little palace master, raised her hand and gently pulled out the small book in Thirteen Lang's hand, and said, "Let grandma take a look, okay?"

How could the little palace master have time to care about this, nodded and said worriedly: "What should he do?"

"It's okay, what can he do. ”

A simple sentence contains a thousand emotions, Grandma Liu's tall body is a little rickety for some reason, and her face has become younger than just now, and there is surprise, expectation, and a little loneliness and helplessness on her face. After taking a deep look at Thirteen Lang, she took the little palace master's hand and turned around and walked towards the hut, her steps seemed to be unsteady.

The little palace master was reluctant to give up, kept looking back, and suddenly found that his grandmother stumbled and hurriedly grabbed her body to help her steady.

"Grandma, your illness is happening again, hurry up and take medicine!"

"I'm old, and in the past, this little illness was nothing. ”

Grandma Liu turned her head, glanced at Shisanlang again and raised her hand to quietly wipe her increasingly rosy and plump lips, sighed twice, and her expression gradually became firm.

"Hopefully, it's going to be in time. ”

The sun and the moon rise and fall, the cold and heat alternate like a wheel, and there are two pushing hands behind the summer of the Flurry City, which comes and goes late quickly, like a dream. Like the sunset in the sky, although unwilling to get out of sight so quickly, it can't resist the urging of the autumn wind, and buries it under the horizon after sprinkling the residual warmth. The area around the castle lord's mansion was empty, and the autumn wind seemed stronger than elsewhere, and the whistling sound hung through the eaves and passed through the windows, burrowing into the ear drums as if playing music, and as if calling.

Summons a long-overdue soul.

"It's cold, bring the bed and futon again. ”

"The slave and maid will go. ”

"I'll accompany her, Brother Tao, you will accompany your father. ”

"Okay. ”

The bed was covered with a thick futon, and Lin Ruhai's curled up body trembled slightly, still feeling cold. His face was withered, his cheeks were sunken like two holes, his eyes were cloudy, as if there was a layer of mud that could not be washed away, and his whole face looked like that of a centenarian, with a thick breath of death.

At the head of the bed, Lin Tao exhaled, left his father's top door with his palm, and combed a few strands of white hair like ruined grass neatly. Looking down from his point of view, Lin Ruhai is like a zombie that has been dead for many years and refuses to corrupt, but there is one or a small piece of pale red at the center of his eyebrows, which is getting deeper and deeper. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting more and more intense.

Lin Tao looked at his father's face. Occasionally looking up at the door, he looked a little uneasy.

"It's only August. It's that cold. ”

Lin Ruhai, who had just received the true yuan qi input from his son, was in a slightly better spirit, and there seemed to be a warmth in his ice-like body, which was extremely comfortable. Turning his head vigorously, he motioned for Lin Tao to help himself up, and said in his mouth: "How many years?"

"It's been seven years. ”

Asked inexplicably, and answered with understanding, Lin Tao took a pillow and put it behind Lin Ruhai's head, so that he could raise his head and see the panoramic view of the house. He said: "The teacher has already been out of the customs and is using the supreme supernatural power to study the method of cracking; ”

The connotation of Qiankun is very rich, which can refer to the situation can refer to the starry sky, and can also indicate the recovery of the sick body. Lin Ruhai smiled when he heard this, his dry face without a trace of blood swayed slightly, and he shook his head gently.

"At that time, my husband said that I was sure of supporting for three years, and I could look forward to five years. It was a miracle that it was more than five years, but it would not last for ten years, but now after seven years, I have done my best for my father and am content. ”

Lin Tao's expression was slightly gloomy. Standing silently at the head of the bed, I don't know what to say.

"Sit beside me. ”

Lin Ruhai stretched out his hand and patted the edge of the bed, sighed and said, "My father has always wanted to talk to you." Today is the right time to put an end to this matter. ”

Lin Tao turned around when he heard this. Holding the chicken's claw-like hand, he half-sat on the edge of the bed, and called his father and couldn't speak again. Lin Ruhai ignored him. Squinting his eyes and thinking about it, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be nothing to say, and he grinned self-deprecatingly.

Father and son, father and son, know each other but are often buried in their hearts, and it is difficult to really talk about it. Lin Ruhai has a tenacious and paranoid temperament, and the little master gradually calms down after cultivating, and he is not a master who is good at communication.

After a long time, Lin Ruhai asked, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Lin Tao did not hide it, and replied truthfully: "Sadness has become a disease, and my heart is a little weak. ”

Lin Ruhai nodded and said, "I dragged her down." ”

Lin Tao didn't know how to respond, so he was silent.

After a while, Lin Ruhai said: "What happened later"

Lin Tao hurriedly replied: "Everything has been arranged, and my father can rest assured." ”

Lin Ruhai sighed and said, "Mr. personally arranged, what else can I worry about for my father, I just want to know." ”

I want to know, the three words express the wishes of all fathers in the world, knowing that it is useless, knowing that he is old and useless, or I want to know, and I just know. On the contrary, Lin Tao changed from a little young master to a big young master, but in front of his father, he was still the same child who didn't know the world and couldn't understand this delicate mind.

Lin Ruhai said: "After all, you are the only male in the Lin family, it is best to marry a wife and have children, and continue the bloodline of my clan." ”

The old words were brought up again, Lin Tao hummed in response, and unconsciously looked up at the door, his face was worried as if he was looking forward to his sister coming back soon, or something else.

Behind him, Lin Ruhai sighed again, as if he spit out a breath of qi that had been buried for countless years, and his almost stiff hand suddenly became very liliang, pulling his son word by word and saying: "Wan'er is a good child, don't be too embarrassed for her." ”

Lin Tao's expression suddenly stiffened, and he whispered, "Father, you know"

Lin Ruhai said bitterly: "If Mr. doesn't say it, my father won't know." Now that I know, it would be too stupid for me to think of it again. ”

Lin Tao's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he asked, "Since that's the case?"

Lin Ruhai shook his head with difficulty and said, "Wan'er is a good boy. ”

Lin Tao bowed his head gloomily and didn't say anything again. Lin Ruhai didn't say anything more, tilted his head slightly to look at the gradually fading glow outside the window, felt the darkness around him getting darker every moment, and sighed softly.

"Wife, son, daughter, family, clan, country, have struggled all their lives for their father, and they can't ask for it, but they can leave no regrets in all aspects before they die, what else do they need?"

"Father, father!"

In the wing room not far away, Wan'er held the futon and handed it to Yilian, and said softly: "Miss first, the slave maid will see if the master's ginseng soup is ready." ”

Yilian didn't reach out to pick it up, and looked at Wan'er with cold eyes, as if she was waiting for something.

"Miss?"

At this moment, the little young master's wolf-like howl came, and the quilt in Wan'er's hand fell to the ground, her expression slightly stiff.

"My father is dead. ”

Yilian's expression was indifferent, her eyes changed from cold to cold, and she said slowly: "Don't bother anymore, you can also die." ”

(To be continued......)