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Ah Ba squinted at the morning sun, and the golden light was slightly dazzling.

The morning sun was beating, slowly rising, rising.

The morning breeze still carries a subtle coolness, blowing through the corners of the clothes and brushing the neckline.

His chin was unkempt, and his hair was haphazardly tied with a coarse linen towel.

Sitting on the maza, facing southwest, with a lazy look, without saying a word.

But who saw the sorrow hidden in his eyes, and who saw the restless sadness in his heart.

Yesterday was Senior Brother's Memorial Day.

Yesterday he entered the mountain, sat alone on the top of the mountain, facing southwest, drinking wine cup by cup, occasionally pouring it on the ground, letting the fragrance of wine drift with the wind and drift to the southwest. Let the wine slowly evaporate, soar to heaven, and give the senior brother a cup to taste, a glass.

My brother is probably looking at me.

How similar this is to the hill back then. How similar it is to the hill where the three of them fought side by side.

Layers of trees, layers of wind, layers of tree waves.

He sat under the tree, which cast shade and light like a tiny star, and he sat under the tree, drinking slowly.

He still remembers the words of his senior brother, and he still remembers that the senior brother roared silently, poured the last drop of his essence blood into the small flag, and took him to break through the underground rally and jump into the underground dark river, which was at the edge of the rally, saved him, but failed to save his senior brother.

He desperately wanted to open his eyes and take a look, senior brother. He wanted to open his mouth, call out to his brother, and stop! But his body was so tired that he couldn't complete even the simplest movement, not even the slightest movement.

The sadness in the heart of the senior brother can be felt by him.

He woke up in this desolation, brotherhood.

He could feel his brother's attachment to life, and in that sadness, there was a deep reluctance.

He could feel that after his senior brother's essence and blood were exhausted, the breath of life quickly dissipated, in the cold underground dark river, deep, deep, sinking.

But he didn't do anything, said nothing, did nothing, said nothing.

Only to sink deep into the water again.

He knew that his senior brother had exhausted his essence and blood for him.

He knew that in that case, the end of the senior brother, death, was already doomed.

When he woke up, he didn't find his brother, and he didn't find the slightest trace of his brother's existence.

He once fantasized that his senior brother, like him, had been rescued and was recuperating from his injuries.

The senior brother's injuries are heavier than his, several times heavier, dozens of times heavier than him. He almost died from the wounds.

He hated the feeling of carrying someone else's life on his back, in his previous life and in this life.

It's like living in overlapping worlds.

It's like living in someone else's life.

He remembered the man who blocked the bullet for him.

He remembered the last far-fetched smile of his senior brother.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. Wet cheeks, wet clothes. Last night, he cried.

He remembered his brother's advice on the mountain.

I remembered that my senior brother always looked at him like a child.

It's all gone.

The wind on the hill is still blowing.

A few rabbits crawled out of the nest and looked at him from a distance.

The red glow of the setting sun reflected his back, like a fire.

His hair, the hem of his clothes, was blown behind him by the wind, fluttering.

The fresh scent of grass spreads in the air. The soft tremor of the tender tip, the soft arc.

He took a sip of wine, but spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His wounds are still not healed.

The meridians are broken, broken, like a dry and cracked riverbed. Not the slightest trace of true qi can be condensed.

He moved his heart and pulled the hidden wounds.

This wound has not been recuperated for 20 years, and there is no possibility of healing.

He thought about going back to Shimen, but the boundary he is now in Yangzhou is in the area, and the journey back, just with a pair of fleshy feet, I am afraid that it will take several years, not to mention the mountains of Shudi, where demons are entrenched, he basically loses his cultivation, and it is extremely dangerous to go back.

He had been in the water for an unknown amount of time, and he was washed out so far.

Sister-in-law Guo poked her head out of the door, she smiled gently, and the soft wind held her hair and shook gently.

She said, "Aba, are you going to go into the mountains today?"

Ah Ba retracted his somewhat trance-like gaze, looked back at her soft smile, and smiled softly, although there was a scar covering his face, although he smiled very shallowly, but the woman still saw the warmth, he said: Go, I didn't hit a prey yesterday......

He thought, there are still people who should be repaid, Shimen, how can they go back.

When he said it, he also felt a little embarrassed, although his expression was masked, but the woman could always distinguish it.

The surface of the lake not far away was wrinkled by the wind, rippling layer by layer, and the weeping willow branches gently caressed the water waves, delicate as a woman.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Ah Ba, you also miss sometimes."

He didn't know what to say, just laughed dryly.

The woman waved at him and said, "Come in and have breakfast, it won't taste good if it's cold."

The small table in the corner of the room is already filled with three small dishes, although simple, but exquisite. No alcohol.

He frowned, and the woman noticed his subtle expression and said, "Don't drink when you enter the mountain, and drink it again when you come back?"

He stood still and did not speak.

The woman's eyes looked at him wide, and there was a hint of supplication in those eyes.

Liu Yun chuckled: Okay.

The woman watched him finish eating, got up and went to the inner hall to get a small bag.

She said, "You will eat these dry food at noon today, and when you come back, I will make something to eat for you."

Seeing that her face was still innocent, he smiled again, reached out and gently took the small bag, and stuffed it into his arms.

He raised his hand behind him and waved it slowly.

His body passing by the door blocked the morning light that came in, and the hall looked a little dim.

The shadow of the figure torn out by the morning light fell far behind her, on the woman, on the woman's eyes, and she lost her mind in an instant.

When the man's body was about to disappear into the spreading green, she finally came to her senses, rushed to the door, supported the door frame with one hand, leaned forward, and shouted at him: Stay safe, come back early.

The sound and the wind, like a clear flute, lingered in this air, bypassing and bypassing little by little. Qingyuan, beautiful.

The man raised his hand again, raised it above his head, waved it gently, and with a turn of his body, he completely disappeared in the soft branches and leaves of the weeping willow.

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