In the second year after his father left, Wang Lin's mother also fell asleep and never woke up again. Her sleeping face revealed a blissful smile. It was as if she had met Wang Lin's father in a dream. The two of them reunited and didn't want to come back.
There was a person who held you when you were a baby. No matter how tired she was, she would still whisper to you to make you sleep, to make you stop crying.
There was a person who was worried that you would catch a cold when you were sleeping. She would not care about her sleep. She would wake up several times every night just to touch the bedding under you to see if it was wet.
There was a person who, when you were studying, endured the sleepiness and woke up just to make breakfast so that you wouldn't feel hungry.
There was a person who, after knowing that you liked to eat fish, would eat the fish head and the fish tail. You would smile and ask her why she didn't eat the fish body. She would smile and answer that she liked to eat the fish head and the fish tail, but you took it seriously.
There was a person who sewed clothes for you as you grew up. There were a few red dots in every stitch that you couldn't see.
There was a person, even if you really grew up to be a real person, she would still silently look at you with the same gaze that she had for decades. She would silently be happy, silently smile, and in the end, silently be able to close her tired eyes.
This person was called mother.
There was a person who, when you were a baby, held your body high with both hands. It replaced the sun in his eyes and became his everything.
There was a person who, before you learned to walk, when you were still falling, held your hands. Amidst the happy laughter, he helped you take the first step in life.
There was a person who, when you were happy again and again, held your hand. He took you through mountains and rivers, and took you to see the sky and the earth.
When you looked up at his back, you would feel that he was the mountain and the sky.
There was a person who, when you said that your mother liked to eat fish head and seriously left the fish head and the fish tail for your mother, looked at your wife with an apologetic and gentle expression.
There was another person. When you grew up, every time you thought of him, he would be strict and stare at you, making you even more annoyed. However, as you gradually grew up, you would realize that under that strict gaze, there was a hidden love that you couldn't see back then.
There was another person, an old man lying on the bed, his eyes slowly closing, filled with fear and helplessness. But your soft voice made him feel like a child, just like when you were young. He lifted your body, and your happy laughter made him no longer feel fear and helplessness. Instead, he fell into your warm embrace.
This person was called father.
Wang Lin sat in front of his parents' grave. He cried, laughed, and cried. The scenes were unforgettable. He didn't drink, but at this moment, he was drunk.
In his dream, the other person couldn't send his parents to their deaths. He couldn't hug his father's body, and couldn't kiss his mother's wrinkled forehead.
In this life, he did.
If a person had a wife and children, then after the death of his parents, perhaps his sorrow would be as strong and deep, but he would have someone to rely on.
But if a person didn't have a wife and children in this life, then his sorrow would be enough to cover the world.
From then on, there would no longer be an embrace that could warm his heart when he was tired.
From then on, there would no longer be a smile that could dispel his melancholy in his loneliness.
From then on, there would only be his figure at the end of the world, silently watching the sun rise and set.
After guarding the grave for three years, Wang Lin's hair was completely white. His body was no longer straight, but slightly bent.
His body revealed traces of the vicissitudes of time.
"It's been 38 years …" Wrinkles appeared on Wang Lin's face. He was now an old man who was nearly 60 years old.
Dafu was even older. He stood behind Wang Lin with the help of a walking stick and looked at him silently. He lowered his head to look at his right wrist and then gently nodded.
"How many 38 years can there be in a person's life … I don't know about others, but I don't think there will be another one for me," Wang Cun said in a low voice as he knelt down and bowed in front of his parents' grave.
"Do you still remember that ancient temple …" Wang Lin stood up and looked back at Dafu, who was so old that he looked like he couldn't even walk for long.
"In that ancient temple, I said I needed a page boy, so you followed me."
A nostalgic smile appeared on Wang Lin's face as he looked at Huo Dafu. Dafu had been with him for more than 30 years.
"Dafu can still be a page boy." Dafu rolled his eyes and grinned.
"You're old, and I'm also old … It's just that I still have unfulfilled wishes … Dafu, help me guard the house. Wait for me, wait for me to come back." Wang Lin looked up at the sky and saw a white bird in the sky.
"I'm still a little short of understanding the world. I want to use the rest of my life to go to the many countries of Suzaku. When I come back, maybe I won't get anything, or maybe I'll be enlightened."
In the spring of the 38th year, Wang Lin left the mountain village alone.
Dafu stayed at home and silently waited for Wang Lin's return. Perhaps it would be 10 years, 20 years, or maybe it would be a lifetime.
Wang Lin sat alone in the carriage, drinking wine. They were getting farther and farther away from the Heng Yue Mountain. A few months later, the carriage arrived at the border of the Kingdom of Zhao. Wang Lin got off the carriage and dismissed the coachman. He took a deep breath and looked back at the Kingdom of Zhao. Then, he turned around and walked to the border of the Kingdom of Zhao.
This was the first time in his life that he had walked out of the Kingdom of Zhao. Wang Lin didn't think about what his future path would be. He only knew that the path was under his feet.
The moment he took this step, a few rays of light suddenly whistled in the sky and passed over Wang Lin. He didn't look up but calmly walked forward.
A gasp of surprise came from one of the rays of light flying through the sky. Among the cultivators, there was an extremely beautiful woman who looked like Valen. Aside from being beautiful, she also had a charming aura, but it wasn't an act; it was natural.
Her body stopped in the air and she looked down at Wang Lin, who was walking step by step below. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her expression revealed confusion and confusion.
Beside her, a cultivator asked in surprise, "What's wrong, Junior Sister Liu?"
"Nothing, you guys go back to the sect first. I have some things to do."
The extremely beautiful woman spoke softly. She no longer paid attention to everyone and turned to fly down.
The cultivator who spoke before was startled and was about to follow.
"Senior Brother, I want to be alone."
The woman's soft but unusually firm voice echoed, causing the cultivator to stop. After a bit, he brought his fellow sect members who were also surprised and left.
Wang Lin stopped and turned around to look at the sky behind him. The beautiful ray of light landed 100 feet away from him and turned into a woman wearing purple.
This woman was very beautiful. Her beauty was something Wang Lin had never seen before in his life. Compared to Zhou Rui, she was several times more beautiful.
However, Wang Lin was not absent-minded. He had seen through everything. What he pursued was the truth of the world, and he had his own thoughts. In his eyes, this woman was beautiful, but when he closed his eyes, he was no different from an ordinary woman.
The woman looked at the old Wang Lin 100 feet away. She looked at his white hair and wrinkled face. She looked at his bright eyes that were filled with wisdom. After a long time, she lowered her head and gently bowed.
"Old man, I met you once a few decades ago. Today is the second time we have met. Do you still remember?"
Wang Lin looked at the woman before him and pondered. After a long time, he smiled, shook his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I forgot."
The woman smiled and softly said, "Since you forgot, then forget.
Elder, I don't know why, but when I look at you, I feel like we've met somewhere before. It's not this time, but the last time I saw you. I really want to know, what is your name? "The woman smiled and softly said.
"Old Man, Wang Lin." Wang Lin's expression was calm as he slowly said.
"Wang Lin?" The woman frowned. After thinking for a long time, she said hesitantly.
"Are you the great scholar of the State of Zhao, Wang Lin?"
"Yes, Old Man." Wang Lin nodded. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life. His deep gaze seemed to contain the world.
"It should be because I remember the anchor …" The woman thought for a long time, but she could not think of why there was such a familiar feeling that made her heart ache. She looked deeply at Wang Lin. She did not understand why the pain she felt when she saw him was countless times more intense than when she saw him in the past. His old appearance made her feel an indescribable sense of melancholy.
"Sorry for disturbing you. Goodbye." She sighed. With confusion in her eyes and pain in her chest, she turned around and left.
"May I know your name?" Wang Lin asked softly.
"Liu Mei. Mei as in eyebrow."
The woman stopped and turned her head. Beneath her beautiful eyes was a smile that could make anyone's heart pound. After hesitating for a moment, she slapped her bag of holding and took out a medicinal pill.
"You're getting old. This pill can help you maintain your energy. Our meeting can be considered fate. I'll give it to you. Goodbye."
Liu Yan put down the medicinal pill. Clouds appeared beneath her feet, and she floated up into the air. It was a very beautiful sight.
"Was it a previous life, reincarnation, or a dream … or was it all just a dream …? Or was it all nothing … Liu Mei, Liu Mei … the life in my dream, the woman who made me wake up from the pain …?" Wang Lin looked at the medicinal pill. He hid his emotions very well.
After a long time, when the woman's figure disappeared into the distance, Wang Cai suddenly lifted his head and used all the strength he could muster at that moment to shout in a hoarse voice, "You're right.
"Liu Mei, you must remember, no matter when, whether it's the next life, the next reincarnation, or a dream, do not get to know a Cultivator named Wang Lin!
Do not get to know him, do not get in touch with him …. "
Liu Mei had already disappeared off into the distance. Wang Lin wasn't sure if she had heard him or not. He shouted with all the strength he could muster, until his voice was hoarse. Eventually, she disappeared into the distance.