The heavens are the Father, and the earth is the Mother.

There is no lively banquet, no wishes of the neighbors, they are accompanied by the stars and moon in the night sky, and the vicissitudes of ancient trees behind the ground.

He and she worshipped.

He never told her about the loneliness and loneliness of three years, and she never told him who his mother was.

Ten years have passed, the lonely mountain is no longer lonely, and a wooden house has been built not far from the ancient tree.

The smoke curled, and a pair of brothers and sisters in front of the room were playing separately, the male baby's name was Wu Que, and the girl's name was Wu Xun.

Wu Que likes to play with sticks, Wu Xun doesn't like to dance with knives and sticks, and likes cauliflower to run to his brother from time to time, bringing flowers to the tip of his nose and asking if it is fragrant.

At this time, the boy will deal with a few words, and then pull his sister to the tree, clumsily dance the wooden stick in his hand, and swear that he will become a general in the future and calm the world to eliminate violence and peace.

At the door in front of the house, a middle-aged man held a carving knife in his left hand and a thick wooden stick in his right hand, looking up at the children under the tree from time to time, and then continued to carve the wooden portraits of the brother and sister.

I don't know if the appearance of the children has changed too quickly in the past eight years, or because the man is not a dexterous person by nature, and the carved brothers and sisters are not connected to each other.

At this moment, a woman walked out of the house, she was wearing an emerald flower apron, and although there was a faint fishtail in the corner of her eyes, there was a love in her eyes.

Quietly came to the man's side and squatted down, looked at the wood carving in his hand, there was no ridicule or disdain, raised his hand and gently brushed the man's sideburns scattered strands of hair, the indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

"Alright, call the children back for dinner. ”

The man put down the carving knife, stared at the faint fishtail in the corner of the woman's eyes and was slightly stunned, then nodded at the woman with a faint smile, got up and walked towards the ancient tree.

Ten years have passed in a hurry.

Wu Que became a general as he wished, and he was undefeated in a hundred battles.

Wu Xun married into a big family in the city, although his life was dull, fortunately, he didn't worry about eating and wearing comfortably.

And he and she would sit under the ancient tree every night, quietly watching the crescent moon of the night.

Ten years, ten years, ten years.

Children rarely return to the village, and rarely to the hut where they were born.

But Mr. and Mrs. Huajia have always maintained a habit, sitting under the ancient tree at night and looking at the starry crescent moon, unconsciously she always leans on his shoulder to sleep, and in the morning he carries her down the mountain with difficulty.

In another ten years, there will be an additional grave in front of the wooden house, and two lines of words will be engraved on the tombstone.

Aiko: Wu Que.

Daughter: Wu Xun.

Ten years after ten years, the nearly 100-year-old couple finally stepped on the top of the mountain, sat under the ancient tree and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

That night, she asked him a question.

Why didn't he join the army when he was fifteen years old, he wanted to be a general.

The man smiled lightly and said nothing!

The next morning, when he had carried her down the hill for the last time, there was another grave in front of the house, and a line of words was engraved on the tombstone.

Wife: Loring.

Ninety-eight years, in the blink of an eye.

The old man sat in front of the grave for seven days and seven nights, and on the eighth day he picked up a carving knife, grabbed one of the three thick sticks, closed his eyes and moved the knife for half a year, and carved out a young man with a dancing stick.

The young man had eight points of imagination with Wu Di, but he exuded a general's majesty.

Putting Wu Que's wood carving in front of him, the old man picked up the second thick stick, and the knife was hurried for half a year, carving out a girl holding flowers in her hand.

The girl and Luo Linger have eight points of imagination, and their eyes are innocent and tender.

Placing Wu Xun's wood carving in front of Wu Que seemed to give people an illusion that the girl was letting her brother smell the flowers.

In the ninety-ninth year, the old man picked up the last thick stick, and the knife moved for a whole year, carving out a woman with long hair hanging down her waist, although she did not have the beauty of a peerless fairy, but she was also a unique beauty in the country.

After closing his eyes for two years, the moment the old man put down the carving knife, he opened his eyes, and carefully and gently placed Luo Ling'er's wood carving in front of him, until the bright moon hung high at nightfall, and a sigh came out of his mouth.

"Come out!"

The old man's voice was very light, and he didn't feel the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he was talking to himself.

But at this time, three meters behind the old man, a beautiful woman gradually emerged.

She wore a phoenix crown on her head, a cheongsam with a slit, slender and graceful waist, and quietly looked at the back of the old man sitting in front of the grave.

"It's been a lifetime, and you've seen it for a hundred years, long enough. ”

"You...... How did you see through my illusion?"

"Because she's gone for three years!"

"Ho...... What does that mean?"

"If this world is real, if you know Ling'er, then when she was fifteen years old, the person who sat under the ancient tree and waited should be her, not me. ”

Fairy Yaohe was stunned.

"Don't you understand? This is the illusion you laid down, subconsciously you regarded me as the negative man, I didn't sign up to join the army to pacify the world, and there was no righteousness of the negative man. ”

Fairy Yaohe frowned at Liu Ye's thin eyebrows, and sighed secretly after a moment.

"Xiaoyou is really smart and mentally like a demon, I ...... But I don't regret it. For the sake of the righteousness of the sect, the negative man broke off his relationship with me. He was expelled from the sect and went to Qingzhou. I also followed to Qingzhou to establish the Yaohe faction, but he still didn't want to rely on me. When we met that day, in order to anger him, I said that the three hundred male cultivators in the sect were all my favorites, and he had been away angrily for a hundred years, how did he know that I was still a virgin? How did I know that I never let the male cultivators get within three meters of me?"

Wu Di, silent.

"Forget it, don't say it! But I don't know one thing, why do you want to stay when you've already seen through my illusion?"

"This is your illusion, but it is also mine. Here, there is someone I care about, her innocence, her eyes, and the sound of her twilight leaning on my back and falling asleep, I can't bear to leave. ”

As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up, turned to look at Fairy Yaohe, and bowed his head and bowed.

"You...... This is....... ”

"This worship, Wu thank you for the grace of illusion, allowing me and Ling'er to live in the illusion for ninety-seven years. ”

Yaohe Fairy, silence!

"However, this realm is an illusion after all, such as the stars and the bright moon, such as the ancient trees and flowers, and the two tombs of the wooden house, including you and me, everything is not real. ”

As Wu Di pointed to the sky and pointed to the tree and other things, they turned into ashes one by one, including him and Fairy Yaohe, gradually blurred and disappeared.

At this time, the powder in Fairy Yaohe's eyes disappeared, and Wu Di's eyes returned to normal.

The two glanced at each other, and Fairy Yaohe threw the Qiankun bag in his hand to Wu Di.

"You, let's go. ”

Wu Di retreated down the steps with the Qiankun bag in his hand, and turned around with his hands in fists, but he had just taken three steps when he suddenly stopped again.

"Let me ask you more, is the negative man you said surnamed Situ?"