In front of him, it was like a scene repeating itself, and he thought that his memory could be sealed by Ling Kongzi and others, but now it seems that the cause of everything comes from his sister, the dear and respectful person who did not hesitate to give his life for himself.

When all the pictures appeared, Ye Chuchen's thoughts seemed to have returned to his childhood, the majestic and magnificent Ye Mansion, the extremely familiar faces, and the man named Ye Ting.

Why is this happening?!

Ye Chuchen said bitterly in his heart, at this moment, the regained memories roared into his heart like a surging tide, and suddenly, a heart-rending pain swept over like a beast.

Now, Ye Chuchen has clearly remembered that the man named Ye Ting is the father he has wanted to see for more than ten years, and the biological mother who has always been kind and gentle.

In the ruins of Ye Mansion, the crying yin spirit, the huge black shadow, now Ye Chuchen remembered it, his heart was full of bitterness, and it was still that gentle smiling face, although it became dead white, but the eyes that ooped blood still showed tenderness.

There is also that majestic body, even if it is no longer the past, but it still has a strong breath, the former parents, how many times have they seen it in their dreams, but when they really see it, they can't recognize it.

Is it because of the loss of memory?

Tears continued to slide, Ye Chuchen's eyes became more and more red and swollen, and now, only his own world was left, and the beautiful expectations passed away in his heart in an instant. And the transparent and clear thoughts have unconsciously precipitated to the darkest corners of the heart.

Possessed but never remembered, lost everything and had little left. If he could start over, Ye Chuchen hoped that everything had not happened, and now he would not let the heart-wrenching sorrow spread endlessly towards the end of his life.

"Chu Chen, don't be sad, your sister just wants you to live as an ordinary person, and don't bear the pain and hatred of this broken family"

Looking at Ye Chuchen's dejected appearance, Ling Kongzi was also sad, although he couldn't experience Ye Chuchen's mood at this moment, but as a master, Ye Chuchen's current appearance was definitely not what he wanted to see.

"Yes, you still have us in the early morning."

As Yang Yu spoke, he stretched out his hand to Chen Sisi and the others in the crowd, and at this time, those people also looked at Ye Chuchen in a daze, with sympathy and shock in their eyes.

Including Yang Yu, Ye Chuchen has been in Shushan for ten years, and he can't imagine that Ye Chuchen has such a miserable experience.

"Master, don't worry, I'm fine, I want to take a break. ”

"Child, I'm sorry for you!" Ling Kongzi let out a shallow sigh, and raised a slight trembling hand to caress Ye Chuchen's forehead.

"Master, if there is nothing else to do, I'll go and rest first. Ye Chuchen's eyes were empty, his eyes were blank, and he turned around and walked into the crowd, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye.

"It's already like this, presumably whoever encounters this kind of thing won't have a good time, so let him go!"

Ling Kongzi's hand was still in mid-air, and Kong Lingzi sighed, his eyes looked in the direction Ye Chuchen left, and he also had indescribable feelings in his heart.

With Ye Chuchen's departure, the atmosphere in the hall became slightly more active, and everyone talked about Ye Chuchen's experience, but they were only sympathetic.

On the other side, Ye Chuchen, who had left the main hall, came to the Heavenly Peak of the Zhuxin Hall not long after, for this place where he has lived for ten years, although in the past ten years, there have been other people's ridicule, there are also other people's indifference, and there are other people's ridicule. But Ye Chuchen never hated this place, because this was not only his master, but also the place where he met Shi Wei and Mu Wuxi.

After turning a few corners and looking for the path, Ye Chuchen came to a row of wooden houses, which was where he had lived in Shushan for ten years.

For ten years, every morning, Ye Chuchen got up early, and after a day of hard cultivation, he returned to the dormitory when the sun was gone and the bright moon came.

Squeaked open the door, Ye Chuchen slowly walked into the bedroom, the utensils in the room in front of him were neatly placed, the same as when Ye Chuchen left, there was nothing else in the room except for the things he had used at the beginning.

There was no trace of dust on the tables and chairs, thinking that during Ye Chuchen's absence, Lingkongzi had not arranged for anyone else to live, not only that, but also arranged for disciples to come and clean the house every day.

Closing the door, Ye Chuchen lay on the bed he had slept on for nearly ten years, closed his eyes, and the bits and pieces of his memory resurfaced in front of his eyes, the corners of his eyes were shining, and tears were sliding down.

Whew!

The evening breeze outside the window blows, rolling up the scattered fallen leaves, and when night falls, the sunset dyes the sky red, dotted with tiny stars scattered on the disk, as if a new day starts again, but for Ye Chuchen, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night