With Song Dayou's support, the little fat man walked out of bed tremblingly. The little fat man first stood on the ground for a while, let his legs adjust to the environment, and then gently stepped away.

Fortunately, the little fat man's walking skills have not been lost. I haven't walked for five years, but my legs are a little clumsy, and I don't have the heroic posture of the agile little fat man five years ago. However, it is already a blessing to be able to pick up a life.

The little fat man walked out of the door, and a slanted sun shone on the little fat man's face outside the door, like gold, swaying with dazzling light. The eyes shine on the body warmly, like the warm embrace of my mother when I was a child.

It's already late autumn, and it's just early autumn before the little fat man falls into a coma. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves on the branches of the trees were finally overwhelmed, and they reluctantly left the old tree's side, swaying and dancing ugly, and fell into the pond in front of the door. Under the instigation of the autumn wind, the fallen leaves that fall in the water are unwilling to be lonely paddling in the pond, following the direction of the fish and shrimp playing, and slowly swimming.

The little fat man gently pushed Song Dayou's hand away and stood in the middle of the courtyard by himself. He stretched a lazy waist, and he hadn't moved for five years, and his waist and legs were rusty, as if he could hear the protest of dissatisfaction in his bones, making a creaking sound.

The little fat man wanted to wave the knife at the moment, and after thinking about it, he gave up this idea. Because he looked inward for a moment, he felt that the true qi circulating in his body had completely stagnated. Or it can be said that there is not even a trace of true qi, just like a small river that used to have a turbulent stream, but after a great drought, it completely dried up.

Although he felt that he had lost his cultivation, the little fat man did not feel too sad in his heart. It is already worth thanking for being able to pick up a life under Han Feiguan's amazing thunderbolt fireball. What's more, the little fat man was in that dark world, because of loneliness and emptiness, he thought of death several times. In the end, they all persevered.

At this moment, in the heart of the little fat man, there is nothing more important than being alive. You can hear the melodious sounds of birds, see the colorful world, and smell the fragrance of all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. This qiē, the little fat man is already very content.

"Dayes, who are you with?"

A woman's voice came from behind her. Hearing such a familiar voice, the little fat man's smiling face suddenly froze. The owner of this voice does not know that he has recalled thousands or tens of thousands of times in the dark world.

Listening to Suosuo's approaching footsteps, the little fat man turned his head just in time to meet the haunting and pretty face.

This woman is Qiao Ruyan, the little fat man's senior sister. She was wearing a checkered gown today, and her hair was coiled high. In five years, a naughty and pretty girl has become a mature and generous woman.

When she saw the little fat man, the smile on her face suddenly froze. I don't know whether to move forward or go backward. She looked incredulous, looked at the familiar face of the little fat man, was stunned for a while, and then muttered, "Little fat man, is it really you?"

The little fat man tried to keep his tears from flowing, and he smiled slightly, and that smile was even more ugly than crying. The little fat man opened his mouth and said, "Senior sister, it's me." ”

Song Dayou saw the expressions of these two people, and he didn't know what to say for a while. Just when these three ** eyes were staring at each other and the atmosphere was at an impasse, a child's voice shouted: "Mother, what flowers do you see I picked?"

The little fat man looked at the voice, and saw a little girl wearing saffron clothes and combing two pigtails standing under a crying hundred-year-old tree in the flower garden. This little girl was about three or four years old, with a bouquet of yellow flowers in her hand, and shouted at Qiao Ruyan, with an innocent smile on her face.

The little fat man looked at this little girl and realized something, and from her face, he could vaguely see Qiao Ruyan's heroic posture. The little fat man asked softly, "Senior sister, is this your daughter?"

Qiao Ruyan nodded, looked at the little girl in flowers, nodded, and her face was filled with the glow of maternal love and kindness. A sweet smile also appeared on Fang Cai's stunned face. She said, "Well, this is my daughter. ”

The little fat man looked at the little girl who was looking at him with two big watery eyes, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, he hadn't seen him for five years, and the change was too great. The little fat man asked, "What's your daughter's name?"

"Yi Xiuhong. ”

From Qiao Ruyan's mouth with red lips and white teeth, he slowly spit out a name. Her husband's name is Yi Yangping, and her daughter naturally follows his surname Yi Yangping.

"Yi Xiuhong, good name!"

The little fat man's mouth was exaggerated, and he didn't think there was anything good about this name in his heart. On the contrary, he also felt that the name was not very local, as if it was like the name of some village girls. Of course, these may be some resentment against Yi Yangping in the little fat man's heart, and the autonomous thoughts that arise in his heart.

Qiao Ruyan beckoned to his daughter and whispered, "Xiuhong, come here!"

Yi Xiuhong heard her mother's call, and trotted to them, still holding the yellow chrysanthemum in her hand, and always refused to throw it away. Her eyes looked at the little fat man, a little strange. For Uncle Song Dayou, I often see it.

Yi Xiuhong was close to Qiao Ruyan, holding a chrysanthemum in her right hand, and her left hand tightly grasping the corner of her mother's clothes, as if she was looking for something to rely on.

Qiao Ruyan's white and flawless palm behind her gently stroked the two pigtails on the top of her daughter's head, and said to her: "This is your fat uncle, called fat uncle, and I will buy you candy to eat in the future." ”

Yi Xiuhong looked at this "fat uncle" timidly, and finally plucked up her courage under her mother's encouraging eyes, and whispered: "Fat uncle......"

When the little fat man heard this, his heart was also warm. Although he had some resentment towards Yi Yangping in his heart, he was not going to transfer these resentments to this smart, cute, innocent little girl.

"Good ......"

The little fat man said with a smile, although he had the heart to buy some candy for Yi Xiuhong to eat. However, in the past five years of coma, he has long been penniless. Even if the heart is more than enough, but the strength is insufficient.

"Little fatty, haven't you seen your father since you woke up?" Qiao Ruyan asked the little fat man.

The little fat man nodded and said, "No, I just woke up and ran into you when I went out." ”

"Then let's go to Daddy's and have a look!" Qiao Ruyan said.

"Good!" the little fat man nodded in agreement.

So, Qiao Ruyan pulled her well-behaved little daughter to walk in front, and the little fat man and Song Dayou followed behind, and slowly walked towards Qiao Huacheng's study.

The little fat man has just recovered his body, and he can't walk fast. Song Da wanted to support the little fat man several times, but he refused. The little fat man felt that since he had woken up, he could no longer rely on others. There is still a long way to go, if you are like this all your life, then you have to rely on others, when is the end. Besides, you have to go your own way. Even if you are on your knees, you have to finish it yourself.

Xiyuan's dress has not changed much from before. It's just that there are some new people along the way. may have been re-recruited after the little fat man fell into a coma, and when they saw Qiao Ruyan and Song Dayou, they were all respectful. When I saw the little fat man, I was unfamiliar. In the past five years, Song Dayou has taken care of the little fat man's daily life. These people rarely stepped into the room where the little fat man was unconscious, so even though they had heard of such a senior brother, they had never seen one.

"Where have the brothers gone?"

The little fat man couldn't help but ask, along the way, all he saw were unfamiliar faces. The previous senior brothers, like Gong Can and Yuntian, didn't even see any of them.

Seeing that the little fat man was full of suspicion, Song Dayou said with a smile: "Unfortunately, they were all sent by the master and followed the master to Baicaomen. Recently, there have been many people who cultivate immortals on the rivers and lakes who have been poisoned. The master suspected that it was the people of Qianpoison Ridge who made trouble, so he asked the senior sister to take the senior brothers to Baicaomen to inquire about the experienced medicine masters. ”

"That's right!" the little fat man nodded.

While talking, they arrived at the study of the West Garden. This study used to be a place where Little Fat Man and Song Dayou often cleaned. Here, usually only Qiao Huacheng likes to come. The rest of the people were not interested in reading and writing.

As soon as I stepped into the threshold, I asked about the smell of books. In the past, the little fat man didn't like this taste. But now, since the little fat man woke up, he has developed a love for everything in this world. The reason for the change of the little fat man is because of the loneliness and loneliness in that dark world.

The furnishings in the study are still the same, and there is a square table against the balcony. There was a man sitting at the table, looking intently at a book. His eyes shined through the window, illuminating half of his face.

The little fat man was thrilled to see this person. This person is the master Qiao Huacheng, who has raised him since he was a child. I haven't seen him for a few years, and the master is a lot older. The wrinkles of a knife crawled on his face without hesitation. He frowned, not knowing whether he was thinking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, or thinking about the suffering of the people in the world.

Qiao Huacheng was so focused that he didn't even notice the three of them coming in. Because, under normal circumstances, no one will come to this study.

Yi Xiuhong seemed to be very afraid of this grandfather, and when she was outside just now, she still had an innocent and bright smile on her face, pestering her mother to ask questions. Now, when I saw my grandfather, I suddenly became quiet, my hands were tightly grasping Qiao Ruyan's big hand, and my pretty face was buried behind her. There was a hint of fear in the two big watery eyes.

"Master......" the little fat man choked up.

Qiao Huacheng, who was reading a book, suddenly froze, and the book with an unknown name in his hand slipped to the ground.