Reunion is like being born again

The number of continents, around Yunlong Village.

Under the blue white clouds, the kingfisher chirps, it is a good scenery, but in the air, there is a person who has no time to watch - Shen Tian has been looking for three days, and Shen Tian has searched for several villages next to Yunlong Village, but the results are frustrating, and now the last village has slowly emerged, this is the last hope, or despair, if you find it, it is the best, but if you can't find it, the clue will be broken, and it is possible that Mo Yunlong and others can't wait to see Shen Tian.

Shen Tian was anxious in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands were clenched, and Shen Tian himself didn't know what kind of outbreak would occur after Mo Yunlong's whereabouts could not be found in this last village.

Feng'er Village, because a long time ago there was a capable person named after a strange person, it is said that the strange person can hear the sound of a hundred miles away, but that is a folk legend, for monks, after the cultivation is profound, the consciousness increases with the cultivation and becomes more and more powerful, not to mention a hundred miles, thousands of miles can be found with the mind.

Shen Tian landed not far from Feng'er Village, and slowly walked into the village, the village is not big, at this time, most of the people have gone to the fields to cultivate, and most of the rest are old people and children, Shen Tian let go of his mind and probed everyone in the village - if Li Si is not dead, he should be in the village at this time.

But the result made Shen Tian even more depressed, which almost meant that Li Si was dead, thinking of this, Shen Tian's hands clenched tighter, Shen Tian had a cold face, and slowly walked towards the field, the current sun is not too scorching, and it is even a little warm, shining on people, smelling the faint fragrance of weeds from the nose, it makes people sleepy, this is the climate of the earth, which makes people hate and love.

The field at this time.

The hard-working farmers have been sweating in the field, as the so-called hoeing day at noon, sweat drops into the soil, the farmers in the mortal world are very hard, and it is this group of lovely working people that makes everyone have enough food and clothing.

Shen Tian looked at the people who were working, and his thoughts seemed to return to Yunlongzhai that year, the days of being a mortal that year. Shen Tian shook his head, now is not the time to think about this, he took a deep breath and let go of his thoughts - one, two, three, a person's face came into Shen Tian's mind, not long after, half of them had been explored by Shen Tian, and just when the hope was about to be dashed, a familiar face came into Shen Tian's mind.

When Shen Tian saw this face, his whole body began to tremble with excitement, and he flew towards the man desperately, falling heavily to the ground, and the angry wave knocked the man dressed as a farmer in front of him to the ground, the man cursed and touched his head, his face was gray, he raised his head, and was about to scold, but the action stopped abruptly.

The two looked at each other like this, as if their joy was too great, but they were speechless for a while. The look lasted for about a cup of tea, and the man in front of Shen Tian finally took a difficult step and slowly moved to Shen Tian, and the two faced each other, with tears in their eyes - a hug, a thousand words, unspoken.

Fenger Village.

Song Jie lives in a very ordinary house, in Fenger Village, such houses are everywhere, in fact, life in the small village is plain and simple, no one builds any big houses, everyone thinks that human affection is the most important thing in life, not material.

A table, two stools, a pot of coarse tea, and two side dishes, although they are bland, they are full of flavors when they are tasted in Shen Tian and Song Jie's mood today.

In the past seven years, Song Jie has also changed a lot, the original stupid teenager is now pressed by life and seems to be a little hard, the traces left by the years on Song Jie's face are vivid, the calluses on the palms of his hands, and the dark nails all show that Song Jie has changed from a thief to a farmer, and the days are not short. But there is one thing that Song Jie and Shen Tian have become the same, that is, they are silent.

The two drank a few cups of tea in a row, eating side dishes casually, Shen Tian had been thinking about the question that he didn't dare to ask, in fact, when he only found Song Jie in the village, Shen Tian already knew the answer, but he was still like a child, unwilling to ask, as if he didn't get an accurate answer, that thing didn't happen.

Song Jie seemed to see something, turned around and went into the back room, took out a letter and a swaddling cloth, put them on the table, and said, "You, take a look." After saying that, he continued to drink tea with his head down.

Shen Tian trembled and picked up the letter, looking at the handwriting on it: Shen Tianshu, three big characters, strong and powerful, obviously from Mo Yunlong's handwriting, Shen Tian looked at the three big characters, was silent for a long time, and finally seemed to have made a lot of determination, and carefully opened the envelope.

Tears burst out of his eyes, at this time, no reason can stop a person who has lost a loved one from crying, the letter is roughly written about Shen Tian's growth, some details are written in detail, there are no sensational words, and there is no deep hatred, just simple, recalling the days when Shen Tian was a child, Shen Tian seemed to look through time and space, and saw Mo Yunlong alone at the table recalling the past when the oil ran out, and wrote this letter, his expression was so calm, without a little resentment.

But the more this is the case, the more guilty Shen Tian feels in his heart, it is his own fault, if he is not greedy for cultivation, at least he can be by Mo Yunlong's side now, at least, he can see him for the last time, Shen Tian thought about it, his hands became harder and harder, at this time, a pair of big hands were placed on Shen Tian's hands, Shen Tian came back to his senses, looked at Song Jie, only to see Song Jie nodded, Shen Tian lowered his head and smiled bitterly, put away the letter, and picked up the swaddling clothes- The red swaddling clothes, exquisitely embroidered with a green dragon with angry hair and beard and a fierce white tiger, the embroidery is so exquisite that it seems that it is not within the reach of human beings, and on the other side of the swaddling clothes, there are two words embroidered: Shen Tian.

"Uncle Mo said, this is on you when I picked you up, and it is the only clue you are looking for your life experience, Uncle Mo knows that although you didn't say it, you have always wanted to know your life experience, and it is better to have a little clue than nothing, your name is embroidered on this swaddling cloth. Song Jie said flatly and took a sip of tea gently.

Shen Tian frowned and looked at the swaddling clothes, just with this swaddling clothes, he didn't have a clue at all, Shen Tian looked away, looked at Song Jie, and said, "He, where is he buried?" Shen Tian finally said what he didn't want to admit in his heart.

Song Jie looked at Shen Tian calmly, did not speak, after a while, slowly got up and walked towards the backyard of the house, Shen Tian saw Song Jie like this, and immediately followed.

The backyard of the house is not big, after all, rural people have no requirements for material things, and they can't afford to ask for them.

The two bald graves, with the names of Mo Yunlong and Li Si engraved in scribbled letters, were cleaned up all around, and there were no weeds at all, and it was obvious that Song Jie often took care of these two graves.

When Shen Tian saw these two graves, his feet were almost unstable, Shen Tian didn't know how to get to the grave, he looked at the graves of Mo Yunlong and Li Si up close, his feet couldn't hold on anymore, he knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and cried bitterly.

This is the cry of the son of man for the sake of filial piety, this is the cry of self-blame, in this summer night, drinking the cicadas, composing a sad song.

Shen Tian kept saying words like unfilial piety, but no matter what kind of language, he couldn't resist the guilt in Shen Tian's heart now, and the thick hurt was vented to his heart's content, and it lasted for a long time, suddenly, a force pulled Shen Tian up, and then Shen Tian felt a heavy punch in the face.

Shen Tian is a physical cultivator, and the degree of physical hardness is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, let alone mortals, but Song Jie's punch knocked Shen Tian to the ground. Shen Tian ignored the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, still looking at the tombs of Mo Yunlong and Li Si, silently crying.

Song Jie grabbed Shen Tian's collar and said loudly: "Crying, repentance, guilt, is it useful? That's right, it's all your fault, but it's not because you went to cultivate and didn't come back, but because you didn't fight for it, seeing you like this now, you know that my heart hurts even more, Uncle Mo told me not to tell you why Yunlongzhai was attacked, just because I was afraid that you would feel guilty, afraid that you would not be angry, now it's good, where did the high-spirited Shen Tian go? Then you can cry enough, from now on, I Song Jie no longer know you, and I feel sick to my stomach when I see you now. After Song Jie finished speaking, he walked straight into the house.

Next.

Song Jie got up early, prepared to eat something casually, and went to work in the fields, in the busy season, every day is very important.

But when Song Jie pushed open the door, he found a bowl of soy milk and three white-flour steamed buns neatly placed on the table, Song Jie secretly opened the door of the backyard, and saw Shen Tianzheng worshipping Mo Yunlong and Li Si, thinking, this kid hasn't cheered up yet, hey, just wanted to leave, but saw Shen Tian turn his head, those cold eyes, Song Jie looked like he was in an ice cave.

It wasn't until Shen Tian pushed open the door of the backyard and came in, and called him after seeing Song Jie's stunned appearance, that Song Jie came back to his senses, and Song Jie clearly knew that Shen Tian was back.

"Try the steamed buns and soy milk I made, hehe, if you don't do it well, you will eat it, come to your house as a guest, and you don't bring anything, you don't want to go, just show your hand." Shen Tian said, walked straight to the table and sat down, and then made a gesture of please, motioning for Song Jie to sit down.

That kind of irresistible momentum is something Song Jie has never seen before, even if Mo Yunlong has never had such an momentum during his lifetime. Song Jie could only follow Shen Tian's words in a daze, sitting opposite Shen Tian and Shen Tian, mechanically eating the soy milk and steamed buns on the table, where could Song Jie taste anything at this time - the momentum that Shen Tian exudes now is not something that mortals can bear.

Song Jie's outburst last night was the eruption of emotions that had been deposited for five years, since Mo Yunlong's death, Song Jie has been holding this breath, he can't avenge Mo Yunlong, as a man, a man who has killed people, such a thing is unacceptable to him, but he has no other way, Mo Yunlong's promise to Mo Yunlong before his death, as well as his meager strength, have to let him continue to be an ordinary farmer in Fenger Village.

After eating absentmindedly, Song Jie looked up at Shen Tian, and Shen Tian at this time also looked at him quietly, with a faint smile on his face, there was no ridicule, no love, no care, there was just confidence and determination.

"Now, then, tell me everything. Still the irresistible words, still with that resolute smile, Shen Tian said.

Then, what happened on that rainy night came from Song Jie's mouth.