A year ago, Su Ming, when he left, his cultivation had only recovered one layer, and when he returned at this moment, he had recovered to nearly sixty percent, but no matter what, he was still him.

is still the dog leftover brother chalk in the clown's mouth, or the thin but sensible teenager in the eyes of the clown's father.

Su Ming stood outside the house, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door of the house.

The knock on the door was faint in the sobs of the wind and snow, and it was not clear outside, but it could be heard clearly in the house.

"Who......" A faint voice came from inside the house, it was a clown's, but the voice seemed a little weak.

"It's me. Su Ming spoke softly.

After his voice came out, the house suddenly quieted down, and it didn't take long for the door to be slammed open inside, and the moment the door of the house was opened, the wind and snow whistled in from outside, rolling snowflakes, but Su Ming's thin body, like a mountain at the moment, blocked the wind behind him, making the wind ...... I can't blow his chalky body, and I can't blow the clown who is looking at him in a daze at this moment, and there are tears of surprise in his eyes.

"Brother Dog!" The clown cried out, stepped forward and hugged Su Ming, Su Ming gently patted her back, and used his body to continue to block the wind and snow for her.

"The clown doesn't cry, I haven't seen it for almost a year, and he's a lot taller. Su Ming smiled softly and said, when he raised his head, he saw a couple of husbands standing there in that house

Gray-white hair, more wrinkles, and the marks left by the doubling of the years, the slightly crumpy body, the emaciated face, and the tears that opened the lips as if they wanted to say something.

This is the clown's father.

The woman on the side, her hair was a lot whiter, her beautiful face was only vague, and she couldn't see clearly, her tears fell, but there was a chalky scene on her face, which made Su Ming feel that she was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"I'm home, I'm waiting for you......"

A simple sentence made Su Ming's heart suddenly warm, he pulled the clown over, closed the door of the house, and looked at the ordinary family in front of him, Su Ming knelt there.

"Dad, mother, the dog is back......"

A kind of warmth, at this moment, dispelled the cold wind that had just blown into the room, dispersed the snow outside, and made the room filled with warmth that could melt the cold winter.

This night, the clown's laughter echoed in this warmth as it did back then, the kind eyes of the clown's father always looked at Su Ming's body, and the clown's mother took out a cotton jacket from the house, which she sewed with her own hands and sewed for him.

Su Ming, who was wearing that padded jacket, looked like a real teenager, there was no sadness, no killing, no complexity, just warmth, the warmth of that family.

The lights in the house this night have never been extinguished, in the chalk outside, in the blowing of the cold wind, it has existed for a long time, because what makes it burn chalk may not be kerosene, but in this family, the ordinary, but the family affection that Su Ming longs for.

It is that family affection that keeps this light from extinguishing, this family affection, Su Ming cherishes it, and puts it all in his heart, as his beauty, as a part of his memory, which is not allowed to be lost.

In this part of the memory, the clown is written, her father, mother, and also his.

"I will accompany you until the end of your years......" These are the words that Su Ming silently said to the clown back then, and it is also a line of handwriting that he writes now, in his heart and in that memory.

Beauty, in many cases, is short-lived, because there may be a lonely eye in this world, which does not want to see too much beauty, so it makes the beautiful and the short, cherish each other.

Therefore, people will always say, the short-lived beauty......

This night, after all, there is an end, such as the word beautiful, in a short time, there is also an end, Su Ming can't stay here for a long time, because once this happens, before his cultivation is restored, maybe what will be brought to this family will be a life-and-death parting.

What he can do is remember this fleeting beauty, and then ...... Silently departed.

But he left behind a person, a man who was lying on the chalk of the small bed and gradually opened his eyes, this person, Chen Daxi, the clown's brother and brother, was a poor soul.

His appearance should have been middle-aged, but Su Ming couldn't bear to let the clown's father and mother feel heartache, and he couldn't bear the clown's tears, he would rather his cultivation recover some time later, and gave life to Chen Daxi's body, making Chen Daxi's face look like a twenty-year-old man.

This is false, and at the end of his ten-year life, he will become what he should be.

Su Ming left.

After combing the chalky bodies of the clown's father and mother, so that their illness had dissipated, and the birthmark on the clown's face had become shallower, he did not push open the door of the house, but appeared outside the house with a step.

"If I hadn't opened the door of parting, I would never have opened it. Behind Su Ming, there were endless snowflakes, which covered the road between him and the clown's house, as if the way back was cut off, and gradually became a white expanse.

Su Ming was alone, walking alone on the snow, walking farther and farther, the snowflakes fell on his hair, his chalky body, and the cotton jacket...... It's cold, but there is warmth buried in his heart, and in this snow, it can warm him and let him go further.

Su Ming went away, walking in the white snow of this heaven and earth, until a person walked to Baitou alone, and the figure that disappeared in the heaven and earth, in the gloom, gradually became unclear, and gradually turned into snow.......

The whimper of the snow wind is like the drift of a Xun song, and the falling of the snowflakes is the lyrics of this Xun song, singing in this nothingness, I don't know who can hear the song.

In that song, singing about the wind and snow burying a city, singing about loneliness and extinguishing all the lights, singing about the strangeness that cannot be seen, whose sunset, whose face, whose childhood for more than ten years......

After Su Ming left, in the clown's family, in this deep sleep, Chen Daxi, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, there was a touch of confusion in his eyes, he felt that he had slept and had a long, long dream.

At the end of the dream, a voice echoed, and it was this voice that brought him out of the dream and brought him home.

"You are the one who died...... What I can do is to help you fight for ten years of life, and use these ten years to ...... Go and spend time with your mom and dad, your sister ......"

I don't know how this chapter was written, but as I wrote, I suddenly felt like I was back in the light of day, and there really wasn't any other word to describe it, so let's describe it like this.

I feel full of strength all of a sudden, but as I write, I feel more tired of the whole person, and looking back on this month, there is only one word.

Nothing to do with tiredness, I don't say ...