Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Time flies, years pass by, seasons change, and another five years have passed.

This year's winter seems to have come earlier than usual, and a heavy snow fell to the ground before it entered the winter. Snowflakes and fallen leaves swept the whole world with the cold wind.

Just like human life, no matter how much reluctance to give up, no matter how much unwillingness, when the cold wind whizzes past, it has to die with the wind.

In five years, five old people died and five new lives were born in this small village.

It's like reincarnation, turning around quietly in this village.

Liang Le is ten years old this year.

The ten-year-old boy is very handsome. Everyone in the village likes this obedient and sensible child.The little friends he played with included many more little girls.

Liang Lin looked much older.

He is like an ordinary mortal, completely integrated with the world.

It snowed lightly in the morning, mixed with gusts of cold wind.

Liang Lin was sitting in the room, handling wood and carving things with a carving knife.

Next to him, ten-year-old Liang Le was studying absent-mindedly.

carpenter!
This is the only skill that Liang Lin taught him to this child.

The teenager happens to be at the age of fun, so how can he calm down to learn such a boring craft as a carpenter?

"Learn to do it seriously. If you can do it well, you will learn a skill that can support your family. You don't need to go hunting in the mountains, but fight wild animals with your life." Liang Lin said softly, his voice was gentle.

Liang Le seemed absent-minded, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Father, my son doesn't want to spend his whole life with wood. I've heard others say that there are monks in this world who gallop between heaven and earth, and play in the nine heavens, with the sun, moon and stars as companions." , very comfortable and free and easy. Dad, I want to become a monk, and I want to embark on the road of cultivation."
"Walking on the road of cultivation all your life is not suitable for you." Liang Lin looked at Jiutian with a look of melancholy in his eyes: "Cultivation is boring and chic, and it is only seen by outsiders."
Liang Le didn't say anything more.

Although he couldn't understand it, he didn't talk back to his father.

His father was not angry, but he still felt the determination not to allow himself to practice Taoism from his father's words. He had no way to resist and could only obey his father's arrangement.

But what he didn't see was.

Liang Lin was looking at him seriously, a trace of sadness flashed in those eyes full of wind and frost, this sadness was very heavy...

Cold comes and summer goes, seasons change, and five years have passed.

The days passed day by day, like a calm lake without any ripples. In the calm, there was a peace of mind that he had never felt during his cultivation, and it comforted Liang Lin's tormented heart.

Liang Le is now 15 years old.

His appearance is becoming more and more like his mother Song Zhilan. With such an appearance, on a boy, he is unparalleled in the world.

It's just that his eyes, just like Liang Lin's, were black and white in the deep, showing a bit of sharpness, without anger and prestige.

His style of handling affairs is also becoming more and more similar to Liang Lin's. He doesn't talk much in life, and he handles affairs simply and neatly. His eyes always reveal the light of wisdom.

Many women in the village promised him secretly, but he never said anything.

Liang Lin understood that the child's heart was not here.

This year.

A man surnamed Cheng who survived by hunting died in the mountains and was bitten to death by wild animals.

That day, Liang Le fell on his knees in front of the grave of a man surnamed Cheng, weeping bitterly.

This man treats him very well, like a half adopted son, and he has been a neighbor for decades, although he is a neighbor, he is like a family member.

The tomb of the great man is in the back mountain of the village, where all the dead in the village will be buried.

The tombstone was carved by Liang Lin.

Looking at the painful Liang Le, Liang Lin sighed softly.

Caressing Liang Le's head, his eyes were calm, he saw through life and death, and saw reincarnation, such things are like passing clouds, seeing them, but not remembering them in his heart.

It was also on this day that Liang Le once again showed his desire to practice.

"Father, why don't you let me embark on the road of cultivation?"
Five years have passed, and the dream of practice has taken root in my heart and is growing vigorously.

"Practitioners are powerful. If I can become a monk, I can become stronger and live longer. Why don't you want me to embark on the path of cultivation?"
The death of the man surnamed Cheng hit him a little bit, so he still couldn't hold back and said these words to his father.

Liang Lin just replied calmly: "The road of cultivation is not suitable for you."
"Father... are you a monk?" Liang Le lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

Hearing Liang Lin say these words, Liang Lin was not surprised at all. Even though he had been trying not to reveal his cultivation, Liang Le could always see some clues after living together for more than ten years.

"Yes." Liang Lin nodded, with helplessness showing in his eyes.

"Daddy's idea is to let me live my whole life like this, instead of following you and embarking on the road of cultivation, right?" Liang Le thought for a while, then asked.

"Yes." Liang Lin replied.

"What if... son doesn't want to?" Liang Le raised his head and looked at his father seriously. This was the first time he had spoken to Liang Lin so boldly in 15 years.

Liang Lin's eyes stayed on Liang Le, he didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Time passed slowly, Liang Le raised his head, then slowly lowered it, as if he didn't dare to look into Liang Lin's eyes again.

"The path of cultivation is not suitable for you! Don't talk about this matter in the future." Liang Lin's voice was calm, but there was a kind of determination not to accept rebuttals.

Liang Le's face was a little ugly: "I see, I will not embark on the road of cultivation."
After a long silence, Liang Lin said again: "Except for cultivation, I can promise you everything in this world."
Liang Le didn't respond, but sat there by himself, carving the wood in his hands, his figure was a bit lonely.

The flow of time is sometimes fleeting like a meteor passing through.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed.

This year's Liang Le is at the right time.He has completely turned into a handsome young man.

He looked more and more like Song Zhilan.But those eyes became sharper, and he became more reticent, as if he was always thinking about many things in his heart.

Sometimes, Liang Lin would feel, as if, he was watching the growth of another self.

Comparing the two, Liang Lin appears to be even older, and his 18 years of life in the mortal world have left many marks on his face.

Liang Le's year, Liang Lin took him out of the village.

He knew in his heart that the child's heart was no longer here.

When they left, the children who grew up with Liang Le in the village basically came to see them off, and a large part of them were girls. Their eyes were full of sorrow.

However, Liang Le seemed to be unable to see the girls' glances and reluctance.

His face is more inherited from his mother, but his character is inherited from Liang Lin. In terms of emotions, he is like a soft and hard rock.

Over the past 18 years, the village has suffered from old age, sickness and death. While one generation grows old and leaves, the new generation gradually grows up until the next generation is born, and the cycle continues. When Liang Lin came to this village, five or six out of ten neighbors died...

The wife of a man surnamed Cheng is still in good health, but her face is gradually aging.

Now she was standing beside Liang Le, and said with a sad expression: "Brothers of the Liang family, it's been almost 20 years in a blink of an eye, and life flies by so fast. I still remember how you looked when you just came to the village with Le'er in your arms. Now, you are leaving with Le'er..."
Liang Lin said with a smile: "Sister-in-law of the Cheng family, there have been many troubles these years, but Le'er has grown up, so I want to take him out for a walk and see the world."
"You...take care." Liang Le waved goodbye to his friends who grew up together.

Many girls turned their backs with tears streaming down their faces, not daring to look at him again.