Xiaoyao ran in the rain, all the way the rain blurred his vision, he walked and suddenly stopped, not far away, someone was watching him, Xiaoyao turned around, xt.

He froze, and stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

Xiaoyao walked over slowly, looking down at the Forgotten Trace.

Forgotten Trace's eyes were still indifferent, neither of the two of them spoke, only heard the sound of the rain around them, I don't know how long it took, Xiaoyao took the lead in opening his mouth, "Are you okay?"

Oblivion nodded, "I'm leaving." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Get out of here and be with your mother-in-law. Oblivion pursed his lips.

"Did you wait for me here?" asked Xiaoyao, forgetting to look over his head at the heavy rain outside the tree.

"Take care, take care. Forgetfulness lowered his head and wanted to walk away, frowning freely, he reached out and grabbed Forgettrace.

Forgot for a moment, and he pulled it.

"Forget," Xiaoyao asked in a low voice, "If it weren't for my master, would you like me?"

Stunned for a moment, she froze there, began to smile bitterly, and then slowly turned around, so embarrassed, soaked by the rain.

Forgetfulness looked at him, and suddenly felt that his expression was extremely pitiful, like a child.

"Xiaoyao, I'm different from my mother, I don't make assumptions, I don't do impossible things," Forgetfulness paused, "So, forget me." ”

* Xiaoyao let go of his hand, and Oblivion left him and disappeared into the rain.

For Xiaoyao, all this is a dream, but it is a nightmare.

It disappeared in an instant, Xiaoyao raised his head, the rain "shot" down from the dense leaves and hit Xiaoyao's face, Xiaoyao closed his eyes, let the rain wash himself, he stroked his hair, overnight, he seemed to have grown up, seeing the desolation and helplessness of the world, but this kind of growth was something he didn't want.

At this end of the recollection, he closed his eyes and 'tucked' his hand into his hair.

Xiu Yuan looked at Xiaoyao's side face, and he sighed, "You have suffered a lot of grievances." ”

"It's already in the past," Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Xiu Yuan handed Xiaoyao a burden.

"What is this?"

"For you. Xiu Yuan smiled.

Xiaoyao pointed to himself, and was about to open it, Xiu Yuan pressed his hand, "Don't open it yet." ”

Xiaoyao looked at the master with some curiosity, and Xiu Yuan let out a long breath, "Xiaoyao, do you know what is the most terrifying thing for a person?"

"Old, and helpless. He continued.

Xiu Yuan smiled, "It's not terrible to be old, what is terrible is that many things in the world can't be wiped out with your old age, they are precipitated in the deepest part of your memory, all the time, and there is no day when you don't think about it." ”

"Master," Xiaoyao felt that Xiu Yuan was so powerless, this was something that Xiao Yao had never had in his impression, Xiu Yuan always seemed to be so in control of everything, and now he was so helpless. "Are you still missing, if you were given another choice, you would still be" Xiu Yuan didn't answer immediately, his eyes drifted into the distance, as if he could see far away.

"There are many things that cannot be changed, cannot be assumed, have no ifs, and cannot go back to the past. Xiu Yuan slowly stood up.

"Master," Xiaoyao also stood up, "what happened at that time, why did you do it yourself?"

Xiu Yuan turned his back to Xiaoyao, and these questions had remained in Xiaoyao's mind, and he had wanted to know for decades.

Xiu Yuan's back is so old, Xiaoyao wants to stand behind him and protect him.

Xiu Yuan slowly turned around and looked at Xiaoyao, who felt that he had become so old and powerless.

Xiu Yuan smiled bitterly, "Because Unswerving will want to do this more." ”

Xiaoyao frowned, Xiuyuan's steps were very slow and clumsy, he shook his body weakly like walking on a mountain, Xiaoyao followed him beside him, he wanted to reach out to help, but Xiuyuan waved his hand, indicating that he could.

Xiaoyao can only follow him and look at his old appearance.

The two of them slowly moved to the top of the mountain, the "color" of the mountain was golden, and they couldn't help but look stupid after seeing the scenery of the Central Plains for a long time.

"My father once said that the beautiful scenery of the Central Plains still memorizes him deeply, but I think that in the depths of his memory are those years with you. Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and smiled, the smile was still the same as that of Xiaoyao thirty years ago.

Xiu Yuan slowly sat down behind him, and looked at the master's kind face, "Master, I will accompany you in the future, will you always be okay?"

Xiu Yuan nodded, "Okay." ”

smiled comfortably, this time, he got rid of his thirty years of knots, he looked at the mountains greedily, "Central Plains, I'm back"

In the valley was the echo of Xiaoyao, which had not dispersed for a long time, Xiaoyao opened his arms, he closed his eyes, and an autumn wind blew through and ruffled his hair.

"Master" Xiaoyao paused, "Let's go back" Xiaoyao slowly turned around, looking at the old man sitting under the tree behind him, he hung his head, as if he was asleep, Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "Say sleep and sleep." So he walked over and untied his clothes and draped them on him, and went around his neck to tie them, his face was very close to Xiuyuan, he looked at Xiuyuan's face, so calm, "Master, we should go back, it's getting dark." ”

Xiaoyao whispered softly in Xiuyuan's ear, but there was no response.

Stunned for a moment, the smile on his face that had just stretched out froze there, and a wind blew, and Xiu Yuan's hanging hair slowly stirred.

"Master" Xiaoyao gently pushed him, he didn't dare to push too hard, because he didn't dare to accept this fact, his hand was covered on the back of Xiu Yuan's cold hand, "Master" Xiao Yao choked, he shook Xiu Yuan's shoulder, "Let's go back, Master" The voice became lower and lower, and the more hoarse it became.

Xiaoyao covered his mouth, tears flowed down, and flowed down his cheeks to Xiuyuan's hand, Xiaoyao shook Xiuyuan without giving up, "Master, let's go back, we go back"

The mountain wind was blowing, Xiuyuan didn't respond, he hung his head, as if he had slept peacefully, Xiaoyao knew that his master Li Xiuyuan would never wake up again in this life.

Xiaoyao leaned his head on Xiuyuan's knee, just like thirty years ago, he leaned on it in a distracted manner, "Master"

For a long, long time later, Xiaoyao has been nostalgic for Xiuyuan, and he remembered his expression when he last saw Xiuyuan, which was obviously that he knew that his time was running out, and he wanted to tell Xiaoyao about the unfinished matter.

What is the unfinished matter? Xiaoyao was stunned when he opened the baggage, and although the picture scroll, the one he threw away when he was leaving, although it had been blurred by the rain, Xiu Yuan still carefully picked it up and saved it.