Red memories rolled in his mind, and a flame rose in his heart, burning his already scarred heart. Her eyes were like a still lake, but her heart was unfazed, looking at Yiyun with a scythe, like a god of death with a scythe in her hand, making people feel a powerful murderous aura.

The person before Yiyun met had an eccentric and elusive temperament. The hand holding the peachwood sword was a little heavier, staring at the silence. His lonely eyes suddenly turned into a red whirlpool, and Yiyun felt dizzy, and he was deeply trapped in the whirlpool.

It was dark in front of me, and the picture gradually became clearer, with a hazy red.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and in the green fields, cheerful house swallows can be seen everywhere on the telephone poles. The camera zooms in, and a small courtyard can vaguely be seen to be a dilapidated house overgrown with weeds. In the corner of the wall, the cozy nest, the swallows chirping, a harmonious scene. Yiyun was intoxicated by it, and suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and it rained heavily in the sky. Under the eaves, a few children are sheltering from the rain. Watching the heavy rain that hasn't stopped for a long time is very boring.

"Look, there's a bird's nest there. The little boy pointed to the corner of the eaves and said, his tone full of joy.

"Really, are there any little swallows in there?" said the little girl in a milky voice.

I saw that the boy had brought a long bamboo pole and knocked on the bird's nest in the corner of the wall, but I didn't see the swallow fly out for a long time. The boy was a little anxious, and the strength in his hands was a little stronger. The bird's nest was overwhelmed, and a large hole was punched, and then a round egg rolled out.

It fell to the ground with a "pop", and the egg broke and the yolk flowed to the ground. The two children who had done something wrong were overwhelmed with horror and stood dumbfounded, then ran and disappeared into the rain.

The camera cuts, just facing the blow of losing her husband, coming back alone, the rain washes the egg yolk, and her child is lying there quietly, life is so fragile that it was lost in infancy. Alone screamed a few times. Circling a few times in the rain, it seemed to be seeing off his own children.

Mother is great, spreads her wings in the wind and rain to shield you from the wind and rain, lights a lamp for you in the dark night to make you find your way home, and the wanderer will always prepare a sumptuous dinner when he comes home and stand at the door waiting for you to return. However, I didn't have time to do this for you, and you left. Thinking stupidly, she hated human beings, and even more hated herself for not protecting her children. Hatred and deep remorse took over the whole heart, and he slammed his head against the wall, bleeding all over the ground. Mixed with rainwater flows into the distance.

She was not dead, her resentful soul echoed in the courtyard for a long time and refused to leave, here she seemed to see her own children, all of them with fluffy short hair, staggering in the yard, flapping their wings to fly, so soft and lovely. He stretched out his hand to touch them, but he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't feel anything. Time passed slowly. Far from diminishing, resentment is increasing. She can only fill the hatred in her heart by killing people and bloodthirsty, and finally sink into a demon.

The picture gradually becomes blurry, with some spiral ripples. Like a wave of water, rippling away at a glance. Yiyun's eyes widened to see something, but he woke up to find himself lying in the courtyard. At this time, the courtyard was drizzling, and the lonely figure was long gone. Yiyun swept away the thick weeds and searched everywhere. Finally, I found a lonely figure under a large willow tree.

I saw her squatting on the ground, her back to herself, silently burying something.

"You're not leaving?" asked abruptly.

Yiyun walked in and saw some broken eggshells in her hands. A faint green glow is emitting at night.

"What are you doing?" Yiyun wondered, why didn't the monster kill himself?

"Over the years, I have been killing people to improve my cultivation, just hoping to save my children one day, but now that the barrier has been broken, it is impossible. There was a hint of helplessness in his faint tone.

Yiyun sighed: "The festival mourns and changes, it's time to let go." ”

He looked at his children affectionately, then put them in the soil, took a piece of loess and covered it, and murmured: "I'm sorry, child, my mother has done a lot of wrong things, don't blame my mother, rest in peace." ”

Yiyun watched quietly, the rain running down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

After talking to Little Swallow, she finally turned to him and looked at him expectantly and said, "Can you help me complete something?"

Yiyun nodded.

"Help me make this place as happy it used to be. I know there are some things that can't go back, but I want my children to be happy here. Looking at this abandoned courtyard overgrown with weeds, my heart was indescribably desolate.

The green light of the fingertips lit up, and the righteous cloud was gently raised, and the yard was filled with green fluorescence, like green fireflies. In the rain, wherever the green light goes, the weeds slowly disappear and produce cute little white flowers. The fragrance of flowers is overflowing, it smells very good, and the deserted courtyard has instantly become a warm and tidy small building.

The rain gradually stopped, and the flower bones were still naughtily stained with a little rain. The air does not smell the previous stench, but the fresh moisture and faint floral fragrance.

Yiyun looked back at Xiao Ran and said with a smile: "With such a beautiful courtyard, I believe it won't be long before someone will live in it, and it will be even more lively when the time comes." ”

He smiled and nodded. It was the first time in so many years that she had such a beautiful smile, as bright as a flower.

"Thank you. A lonely voice sounded in the air, and at this time she had turned into a swallow hovering in the air, bidding farewell here.

"Can I still come here next spring?" asked Ranran, like an ignorant child.

Yiyun replied: "Yes." ”

Alone and cheerfully cried, the breeze blew under the moonlight, blowing the green willows, blowing the white petals, and the faint fragrance of flowers. Suddenly flew into the gourd with the wind, petals, and the fragrance of flowers.

Yiyun gently patted the gourd on his waist and read a small poem, and his voice echoed in the courtyard:

"Mother!

Leave aside your sorrows,

Let me sink into your bosom,

Only you are the settlement of my soul,

Mother!

The storm in heaven is coming,

The bird hides in its nest,

The storm in my heart is coming,

I can only hide in your arms. ”

"Little flowers,

I want to raise my head too,

Thank you for the love of Chunguang,

But deep kindness,

Instead, she finally fell silent.

Oh Mother!

Are you the spring?

After reading it, Yiyun turned his head and glanced meaningfully at the loess under the willow tree, he felt that Xiaoyan was happy, with such a mother who loved them. I picked a small white flower casually, stepped on the moonlight and left with a smile. (To be continued......)