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"It's nothing more than asking about the trivial things that my father and mother have left the Dustless Valley, and what else will there be. Of course, in the end, she also asked me to go back to the Dustless Valley to have a look, saying that it was okay to put incense on the pillar for my grandfather and uncle, after all, my grandfather and uncle were still worried about the whereabouts of my father and mother until death."

"Are you going then"?

"What do you say"?

"You're really not going back"?

Li Muqing did not answer again.

Yang Xiaofeng thought for a while and said, "That's it, after the winter is over, after the weather gets warmer, I will take the time for the two of us to go back together, and it can be regarded as the end of the deceased's last wish."

"Go back...... Go back ......", Li Muqing slowly raised his eyes to look outside the house, his expression was a little sad for a while, for a long time, but he smiled lightly: "You don't know, in fact, I go back every year, it's just that there are so many people in the Dustless Valley, and there is one who will notice me, or rather, even if someone notices me, but who knows who I am!"

Yang Xiaofeng only shook his head and sighed, "Then I don't know if your father and mother have ever blamed ......?"

Li Muqing immediately shook his head and interrupted: "It's all father and son, what's not to blame."

"What about you"?

"I ......", Li Muqing also sighed and said: "It's just the grievances of the previous generation, and so much time has passed, what else do I have to be weird." Besides, although grandpa did something absolutely perfect, he didn't mean it, it was really the evil things that Zhao Yufeng did back then that left a dead knot in his heart, how could he blame him. After all, I only complain that my father's feelings for my mother are too paranoid."

"Maybe, maybe you're right......", Yang Xiaofeng sighed: "It's just that if we really want to talk about paranoia, why shouldn't we be like this ourselves"?

"Yes, when it comes to feelings, there are a few people who can be calm and free ......."

After the master and apprentice talked to each other for a while, Yang Xiaofeng finally quit and went back and forth to the room.

Although the house was warm enough, he was still awakened in the middle of the night, put on his clothes and got up to look, only to find that it was snowing heavily.

He added some new coals to the stove, covered his wife and children with a quilt, and went to sleep.

The night was quiet, and the snowflakes were falling faintly, and there was not even a trace of wind.

The winter snow in the cold night is silent.

Yang Xiaofeng was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep for a while. It was as if it had been too quiet on a snowy night, and his heart was as calm as it had been.

The long night is clear, and the heart is as calm as water.

The wife and children next to him were sleeping well, and the sound of the two of them breathing evenly came into his ears, which made him smile.

By the faint light that came in from outside the house, he fixed his eyes on his wife's face, a face that still smiled sweetly in his sleep.

Yang Xiaofeng watched quietly, very seriously and carefully. Even before, he didn't seem to have seen her like this.

Familiar outlines, clear voices, lowered eyebrows, slightly upturned noses, and a few faint smiles unconsciously revealed at the corners of the mouth. Quiet and mature charm, but full of playful and lovely temperament.

Is this his wife?

It wasn't until today that he found out that she was so beautiful, although everyone said that her beauty was even comparable to the fairy above the clouds, but he really discovered today that Ah Xue's beauty had already surpassed that of the fairy.

In just a few moments, he was completely drunk.

At this moment, Luo Qingxue whispered, her head moved, and a few strands of hair were glued to the corners of her mouth for a while, causing Yang Xiaofeng to gently reach out and play with her.

Who knew that after being touched by him, Luo Qingxue woke up, looked at him sleepily, and asked vaguely: "What, you haven't slept yet?"

"I can't sleep."

"Oh".

I don't know if Luo Qingxue heard what he said, turned over, and didn't forget to cover the quilt for the child next to him, so there was no movement.

After a while, the sound of even breathing came again.

Yang Xiaofeng had no choice but to lie down, staring at the ceiling above his head blankly for a while, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

Although it was snowing outside, it wasn't very dark inside. He looked at it, and finally felt a little tired.

The night was quieter, and he didn't know if the snow was still falling, he listened carefully, but there was no sound, and gradually, even the breathing of his wife and children beside him was completely blurred.

It seems that his heart has never been so calm as it is now, but for some reason, in such a calm atmosphere, he suddenly felt a little more inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

Is there something else going on tonight that he doesn't know about, so what could it be?

He didn't know, and no one knew, that at this moment, there was a person coming from the mountain behind Qingshui Villa stepping on the snow.

Yang Shuangzi.

At this moment, he was staggering through the snow alone. I don't know how long he's been walking, and I don't know how far he's walked.

Although he was still breathing, although he could still barely move, there was no trace of life on his face, and it was all dead gray.

Is it that although his person is still alive, his heart is already dead, and it is completely dead.

I don't know what kind of strength supported him and let him walk back.

Finally, he stopped in front of the joint tomb of himself and Mei Luoyun.

This is the end of the road, and the end of his life.

Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Yang Shuangzi suddenly smiled. This time, it was neither a sneer, nor a smirk, but a very relaxed smile.

This time, there was no coldness in his smile; Even after this brightness, there is a slight smell of decomposition.

After standing in front of the tomb for a while, he took two more steps to the side, and in front of him was also a tomb, a tomb that did not even have a tombstone. Perhaps, even Yang Xiaofeng didn't know that the person buried here was his mother.

That time, Yang Xiaoling carried Mei Luoyun back and buried him here. However, no monument has been erected, and there is no need to erect another monument.

Yang Shuangzi laughed again.

He looked at the tomb in front of him with soft eyes, and said with a smile: "Ah Yun, it's been thirty years, from the time we met to the time we got to know each other, and then to the husband and wife, it has been thirty years. We have never been separated in the past thirty years, I thought that we would never be separated in this life, but I didn't expect that in the end, Ling Er took you away from me, cough cough cough cough ......."

As he spoke, he suddenly began to cough violently, and did not stop until he had coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

However, although his breath calmed down a little, he could no longer stand, and fell straight down like that, in the snowdrift in front of his wife's grave.

Still, he struggled and finished the rest with great difficulty:

"But now it's fine. Now we are together again, and since then, no one and nothing can separate us."

The last trace of strength left in his body has been completely exhausted, and the last little attachment and concern has also been completely ended.

Now, for Yang Shuangzi, death is the best ending.

His already crippled body twitched slightly a few times, and then completely lost his breath.