"The existence above the immortals, uncle, do you think that this situation was not caused by accident, but deliberately arranged by someone?"

"But this ...... With so many accidents, who can count them all?"

Ye Mingke felt that there was something creepy hidden behind Uncle Jian's quiet words.

"Accidents, one that happens is an accident. If more than one happens, it may be fate. ”

Uncle Jian sat in a wheelchair and stared at the high and dark sky outside the window, with a sharp light in his dark eyes.

"Someone once said to me that the wind of the falling Lan rises above the green pings, and a butterfly flutters its wings, as long as it is in the right place at the right time, it can set off a storm. ”

"All accidents and accidents in the world are actually inevitable, but few people can know, understand and master it. ”

"The power to master the unexpected, or, you could call it, the power to master destiny. ”

"Grasp the power of fate, is there such a person in the world?" Ye Mingke asked in a daze.

"There may not be anyone in the world who can fully control destiny, but there are people who can take advantage of it partially. ”

"The person who told me that was one of those people. ”

"He's your father. ”

Uncle Jian slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Mingke.

"Father?" Ye Mingke looked at Uncle Jian's eyes in a daze.

After so many years, he has Uncle Jian and Aunt Long's company, and he does not feel lonely in this family, but he still often thinks about where his father and mother are?

Why? Why don't you be by your side? Because of your own strange disease, don't you want yourself?

He asked Uncle Jian, but Uncle didn't lie to him, but he never answered.

"Father, who is my father?" Ye Mingke looked into Uncle Jian's eyes and asked slowly and heavily.

"That's the next answer about your father, and the things your father was involved in back then were too complicated and dangerous, and I don't know much, so the next answer, I can only tell you how to find that answer. ”

Uncle Jian avoided those eyes, if the truth were to tell you directly, what kind of person would you become?

"Can you guess what happened next in that trial?" said Uncle Jian.

Ye Mingke thought for a while, and combined some of the questions he had been puzzled about in the past with the information he got today, and then slowly said it.

"Because I was involved in the accident by accident, the matter expanded, and the group that wanted to kill Jojo was finally found out, and that group should be the so-called old man who died of a vicious disease and the tailor's family who suddenly moved away. ”

And the master's sudden cut off of his beard, the collapsed schoolhouse, and the injury of the village chief were the price they paid as a group of conspirators. ”

"But...... No, what does the guy you said might be hiding behind the scenes, what does he want? What is the end of these things?"

"The existence of that person is only my guess, he may not exist, and even if he exists, I can't guess what his purpose is. Uncle Jian cast his eyes on the night sky outside the window again.

Ye Mingke was quiet for a while, and then said suddenly.

"Not true. Uncle, you want to hide it from me. ”

He looked at Uncle Jian's face and asked seriously.

"You may not know what that person's ultimate goal is, but you see that person is trying to get something he wants, so what is the end he wants in that matter?"

"The disappearance of the old man and the tailor's family, the intensification of the conflict between the master and the village chief and our family? No, it doesn't feel right, what does he want?"

"He wants you to leave town after six years after that trial. Uncle Jian suddenly replied flatly.

"Leaving the town?" Ye Mingke frowned, "Is that all? Why?"

The town is too small, the island is too small, he has listened to many stories and read a lot of books in the school, and he originally planned to leave the town when he grows up and go to the outside world to see.

"I don't know. That's all for today, no matter how much you know, it's not what you know right now. ”

Uncle Jian waved his hand, his face a little tired.

"And you don't have to just look for answers from me. You can find some answers in the town yourself, and some of the answers are actually in front of you all along, but you just turn a blind eye and take them for granted. ”

"For example......." Ye Mingke couldn't help but ask.

"For example...... The name of the town. ”

Uncle drove out of Ye Mingke's room in a wheelchair, leaving the last sentence.

"What is the name of the town?" Ye Mingke couldn't help but think, "The town is called a nameless town, it's not that it doesn't have a name, but it's called nameless." ”

"Leaves. Aunt Long suddenly called him.

Ming Ke, who was still sitting on the ground, raised his head, only to find that his aunt had not left with his uncle, but leaned over to him and hugged him gently.

"Yezi, you may find that the town is not what you used to know, but don't be afraid, no matter what, your uncle and I will always be there. ”

She said softly to the child in her arms.

"Well, aunt, don't worry, I'm not afraid, in a few years when I grow up, I will also protect you. Ye Mingke rested his head on Aunt Long's shoulder, just like many long nights when he was a child.

Outside the room, Uncle Jian sat in the courtyard, looking at the old tree in the courtyard standing silently in the night, his face was still tired.

His man had always been as hard and unyielding as the iron tools he had struck, but tonight his countenance was weary.

Metal also gets tired, twisted back and forth by complex and powerful forces, and over time, the world's strongest metal breaks.

What's more, so many years.

"So many years. I promised you that I would never lie to that child, I thought I had done it, but wasn't the one who fulfilled this promise a lie in itself? ”

"You kid, you're really going to get people in trouble. ”

Uncle Jian looked at the old tree in the courtyard and muttered softly, as if to a familiar old friend.

There was a crunching sound of the door closing behind him, and he heard the familiar footsteps walking behind him.

I comforted him, he was still a kid after all. ”

Long Yinling stopped and stood behind him and said to him.

"Hmm. Jian Nantian didn't look back and responded to her softly.

"Don't tell him about the town so quickly, after all, it's where he's lived for so many years, and even if we say it, he won't believe it this time. Long Yinling continued.

"Good. Jian Nantian still didn't look back, just looked at the old tree in the court.

Long Yinling stopped talking, looking at the man in front of him who showed an old and tired posture for the first time, he inexplicably hated him and hated himself.

She stood silent for a long time.

In the night, she said quietly.

"You....... Still won't forgive me?"

There was silence in the courtyard, no sound of answering.

"It's only a few years left, aren't they?"

Dressed in plain white, she bit her lip and said to the man in front of her.

Just like many years ago, the arrogant and domineering girl who was often regarded as a boy suddenly put on beautiful women's clothes, walked up to the arrogant young man who had been sharpening his sword, bit his lip, and plucked up all his courage, and said.

"Hey, we've known each other for a few years, haven't we?"

It's not the same anymore, from knowing each other for a few years at the beginning, to only a few years left now. How many painful entanglements and vicissitudes have been intervened.

However, what can be said is always the time to know?

The white head is as new, and the lid is as old as ever.

It is also delusional to be with him for a thousand years, but he can fall in love with another person in a matter of days. That's why I'm so jealous of that one and make mistakes.

Long Yinling stood alone in place, like the girl who stood helplessly in front of the sword grinding stone that year.

"There is no forgiveness. ”

"Because you're not wrong in the first place. ”

"Don't think about it, go back to bed early. ”

Jian Nantian said lightly.

Sure enough, not liking and not fitting is your biggest fault and sin, isn't it?

"Good. Thank you. ”

Long Yinling pursed her lips tightly, responded politely and distantly, and then turned to leave.

Jian Nantian lowered his head, looked at the shadows of the trees on the ground, and listened to the footsteps in the distance.

He could hear the suppressed unhappiness in that voice, but he didn't really understand it.

In fact, he doesn't know whether he likes it or not, it's just a habit.

In adult relationships, most of them are just habits.

I was used to her presence, and I liked her presence. I am not used to her being my wife, because she is not her.

There is an old tree in the court, which was planted many years after the death of his wife, and it is now old.

And how many years has she been with her?

I can't figure it out.