The dead grass in the yard is thick, and the newly born weeds are very tall, reaching waist-high on average. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Lin Langlang carefully pushed it away, stepped on the dry grass as much as possible, and walked forward.

At this time, a murmuring voice suddenly came from inside, and he said softly: "Step on the grass, don't step on my dead grass." ”

Lin Langlang was stunned, and acted according to his words, and suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.

Tread the grass, not my withered grass......

In this sentence, it can be seen that this old ancestor is a person with affection and righteousness. Or, in his heart, these ...... that have passed away The dead grass without vitality is like his passing green years, his lover and brother, right?

Lin Langlang suddenly understood the real reason why the ancestor didn't let people clean it.

It's because he can't let it go!

The grass creaked and fell under Lin Langlang's feet, and then after he passed, he stood up again, although it was a little tilted, but it did not hinder his vitality.

In the courtyard, there are three thatched houses. The wooden door is open, on the stone steps in front of the door, the crevices are covered with moss, a large bluestone on the left, dense with moss, and a large vat on the right, which is filled with rainwater, I don't know how many years have not been cleaned, the jar has turned dark green, and small red insects are rolling inside......

"Come in. The voice said lightly.

Lin Langlang finally stepped into this place full of mysteries for the young people in the rivers and lakes.

It was filled with the fragrance of plants and trees, and it was very clean. One bed, one table, one chair in the room.

Obviously, the old ancestor did not intend to entertain guests here. So there is no place to sit.

It's just his world.

On the side wall, an ancient painting is hanging quietly, on which a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth silently watches everything in this thatched house.

The old ancestor was dressed in green clothes and was standing quietly in front of this painting, silently looking at the person in the painting. His back was to Lin Langlang, and the statue was generally motionless. The back reveals infinite desolation and loneliness.

Could it be that after an unknown amount of time, he came to this portrait?

............

"You're here. The old ancestor stood in front of the portrait and said something as if with a sigh.

"I'm coming. Lin Langlang knew that there was no need to answer this sentence, but at this moment, he was a little uncomfortable being pressed by the oppressive atmosphere in the room, so he spoke out to break this stiffness.

Because, when the ancestors spoke, even the voice was integrated with this atmosphere, and there was no distinction between them.

Lin Langlang felt that if he didn't make a sound, he would be silent here.

And Lin Langlang bet that as long as he didn't say anything, this old ancestor would be silent again.

"Hmm......" The old ancestor hummed, then fell into deep thought again, and suddenly asked headlessly, "Do you know, who is the person in this painting?"

Who is the person in the painting?

Lin Langlang wondered in his heart, could this person not be the grandmother of the Lin family? Why guess this? But ...... What is the purpose of the ancestor asking this sentence?

After thinking for a while, a girl in a pink dress suddenly flashed in Lin Langlang's mind, looking at the girl's appearance, Lin Langlang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said, "The person in the painting...... It's the person in your heart. ”

"The Man in the Painting...... It's the person in the heart......" The old ancestor seemed to repeat unconsciously, suddenly turned around, glanced at Lin Langlang deeply, and said abruptly: "The person in the painting is the person in the heart...... This sentence makes a lot of sense. ”

Lin Langlang said indifferently: "Yes, the person in the painting is the person in the heart, and the person who can't be forgotten, the person who lingers in the heart, even if it has been thousands of years, even if the red face has become an old woman, but in the heart, I will never forget it, and I often meet in my dreams, but it is still the cardamom years at the beginning, the green girl, and it is still as happy and hateful as it was back then, and there are all kinds of ......."

"Even though the years have passed, even if the bones have turned to ashes, the vividness of the memory has condensed thousands of years into a painting in my heart, which will never fade. ”

Lin Langlang sighed lowly: "I don't know who the person in the painting is, but I know that this painting is the heart." ”

From the moment Lin Langlang began to speak, the old ancestor slowly turned around and looked at him quietly, the light in his eyes changed, and later, it seemed to be a little moist, and there seemed to be tears in the eyes that had dried up for hundreds or even thousands of years!

Hundreds of years of heart, hundreds of years of sadness, were all provoked by Lin Langlang's words.

He listened attentively, tilted his head, and held back the tears that were about to come out.

A light mist rose out of the corner of his eye.

Silence fell back in the room.

After a long time, the old ancestor said softly: "It seems that you have experienced a lot outside over the years. ”

Lin Langlang's words stirred up his thoughts, but his words wanted to hook up the ups and downs of Lin Langlang's two lives.

Lin Langlang sighed deeply and said, "Lonely and miserable, the days of lonely shadows are indescribable. ”

The old ancestor nodded lightly: "I have also experienced a lot of life and death?"

Lin Langlang confessed.

"There was also a red face that will never be abandoned for the rest of life?" asked the old ancestor again.

"Yes. ”

The old ancestor stopped talking, and sighed softly for a long time: "No wonder." ”

Then he turned around, no longer standing in front of the portrait, sat down on the chair, faced Lin Langlang, looked carefully, and finally said, "You, very good." ”

Lin Langlang stood upright and did not say anything.

The old ancestor seemed to be talking to himself, and said: "The descendants of the Lin family, it has been five hundred and sixty years, and since Lin Ziming, there is finally another masterpiece!"

Lin Ziming?

Lin Langlang remembered that when he was worshipping his ancestors, he had seen this name on the tablet. It is the ninth generation ancestor of the Lin family.

"I just hope that you don't have an arrogant temperament like Lin Ziming, and you know how to be tactful, which is the best thing. The old ancestor sighed.

"Please also ask the ancestors for advice. Lin Langlang bowed and said.

"Sit down. The old ancestor smiled slightly.

Lin Langlang frowned, suddenly smiled freely, and sat cross-legged on the ground like this.

A smile appeared in the old ancestor's eyes.

He picked up the teapot from the table, opened the drawer, and took out a wooden box, which, when opened, rushed out with a pungent smell of tea.

The old man pinched out a small pinch from the inside, put it in the teapot, and then waved his hands, and there was a gust of wind outside, but if you look closely, you can't even move the blades of grass.

The old man made a move, and a strong aura of heaven and earth flew in from the door like a dragon. It condenses indoors, then turns into a clear ball of water, which is poured into the teapot in a thin and silent way.

Immediately, a faint heat rose from the teapot in the old man's hand, slowly boiling, and the refreshing aroma of tea became more and more intense.

The old man's face was very calm, and he was concentrating on all this.

But Lin Langlang looked at his face from the other side of the rising mist, and he felt a little illusory at this moment, as if he was a little distant and sad.

Only then did he notice that although there was no bench and only one teapot, there were five teacups.

"This is tea from 700 years ago. The old man lowered his eyelids, looking at the tea leaves that were churning and blooming in the pot, turning from a dry leaf to a tender green tea leaf, and his eyes were doting, and said, "In order to preserve these tea leaves, I got this star spirit wooden box." For this one wooden box...... I...... killed seventeen people in the Tianlong Palace, and also made the Lin family a corner of peace, and they could not enter an inch. ”

Lin Langlang smacked his tongue secretly.

For a wooden box...... Killed the seventeen people of the Heavenly Dragon Palace! and they are still alive......

The Heavenly Dragon Palace, as far as Lin Langlang knew, was one of the branches of the Human Race Temple, and it was very powerful, it seemed that this old ancestor was also a lawless person back then.

"Don't think I'm very powerful, it's just that at that time, most of the masters of the Heavenly Dragon Hall were secretly ordered by the Martial Emperor to go out on a mission, so that I could take advantage of it. The old ancestor smiled.

Lin Langlang pursed his lips and said in his heart, daring to go to the Terran Temple to steal this thing, and people didn't retaliate against you, they let you live until now, and they didn't take the thing back, which proves a lot...... What's the use of being humble?

"These teas...... It was your grandmother who left it back then. The reason why I went to steal this box is also to hold these tea leaves. I thought that if I didn't make it, I would die there, but I didn't expect it to become a ......" The old ancestor understated and was vague about the process.

Lin Langlang sighed.

I know the meaning of this sentence: my beloved wife is dead, and I have nothing to love in life. So I wanted to steal this thing and keep what my beloved wife left forever. If not, follow it...... How affectionate this is!

"So, in order to preserve these teas, do you regret the current situation of the Lin family?" Lin Langlang asked.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "My heart is at peace, what is there to regret?"

Lin Langlang laughed.

The old man lifted the teapot and poured the water into the teacup. The tea is turquoise and fragrant. He seemed to forget, seemed to be absent-minded, and actually filled all five teacups.

Then he took a cup himself, hesitated for a long time, and then picked a teacup from it and handed it to Lin Langlang.

"I used to have three brothers who used to drink tea here. Every time, my wife sat next to me and made us tea herself. The teacup you are using now is my second brother's...... Today, the people are gone, but the teacups are still there. The teacup is there, just like the beloved wife and they are still ......"

The old man looked at the other three cups of steaming tea with nostalgia, and said lightly: "When I see the teacups, I always feel that they are still alive, still sitting here, laughing, talking, so every time I make tea, I always have to fill them up, otherwise, I always say that I am stingy." ”

The old man said softly, looking at it nostalgically, his eyes were gentle, and at this moment, he actually had a feeling of high spirits.

It seems that at this moment, those brothers who have been around for a long time are gathering here again, talking and laughing here, shouting one after another with their eldest brother and sister-in-law, and gathering together.

Looking at Lin Langlang's eyes, it was also like looking at another person.

Lin Langlang knew that what he saw now was not himself at all, but his second brother.

Lin Langlang listened quietly, and suddenly a sour feeling rose in his heart.

If one day, the senior sister leaves, the master and the master are gone, and the grandfather, father and others also leave one after another, and when there is only one person left in the world, will he be the same as this old man?

The years are long, and I spend it alone. Lonely and lonely, lonely, accompanied by only a long time, and the memories engraved in your heart?

If so, how can it be embarrassing?

Seeing this, the old man didn't say anything, and after a while, when Lin Langlang smiled at the corner of his mouth, he smiled and said: "I want you to come today, first, you are young, second, your cultivation is quite acceptable, and third, it is pleasing to the eye." Fourth, it will be fulfilled for you once!"

Lin Langlang said, "Oh?"

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