Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 175
"What do you think?"

Early the next morning, she came politely and spoke softly.

"Miss my wife and children!"

Ah Yi has a complicated expression and said complicatedly.

She shook her head with a smile and said nothing.She just thought that Ah Yi had something on her mind and didn't want to say it out, so she didn't ask further.

As for his answer, his past had been placed in front of her dressing table long before marriage, and she knew more about his past than he did.

She naturally knows whether he has a wife or children.

Time passes, like light and arrow, traveling through the corridors of time and space like lightning, making everything separate and different from the past.

His father's face gradually began to age, his body was hunched, and he had to breathe and rest for a long time to speak a complete sentence.

He moved a small stool and sat under the shade of a tree. His father waved him over. When he walked up to him, Ah Yi could clearly feel his father's age.

He is old and his hair is all white.

"Ahem, Yi'er, have you ever hated your father?"

After coughing lightly, the father asked pantingly, maybe he had a premonition, so before he left, he wanted to ask his son about some things in detail, some things that were backlogged in his heart.

Since that year, Ah Yi has been in a daze from time to time, especially when his grandfather died, and on his wedding night, this feeling became particularly strong.

He knew that the reason for all this was that he was still complaining about him as a father during the trip in the mountains that year!

Blocked his path to immortality.

Let him only hang out in the secular world, but he is insulated from longevity.

"hate you?"

Ah Yi was surprised, not understanding why his father said that.

"that summer."

I don't know if his son is pretending to be confused, or if he has really forgotten after so many years, but he still can't let go of this tribulation in his heart, so he slowly recounts what happened back then.

The thing about the man covered in blood.

Listening to his father's narration, Ah Yi fell into silence.

He wasn't silent because of what his father had said.

But because of something else.

Without that person in the story, the person covered in blood, naturally there would be no subsequent death, and the father and mother survived after all.

Naturally, there was no such special experience of ten years of life and death.There is no chance to meet his wife.

What was lost at the same time was the glimmer of dawn that he only saw, the dawn brought by the lonely city, the dawn of eternal life.

"You are talking about this! I have already forgotten it."

Waving his hands, Ah Yi said with a smile.

But the father who was always paying attention to him found the bitterness in his eyes.

Are you comforting me?
The father thought with some relief that he didn't have any great ideals and ambitions, and he treated his children the same way.

Son, whether you hate me or blame me, father will not regret it.

Back then, and now, we were all incapable of bearing the accident he brought, we were incapable.

Thinking, he looked at his son complicatedly.

sorry!
Since that conversation, his father has become silent. Ah Yi can feel that it's not that he doesn't want to speak, but that he is no longer able to speak. Every time he sees his father, Ah Yi can clearly see the deep feeling. The feeling of powerlessness.

He is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just usually, to tease his little grandson.

Speaking of this, not long after they got married, Ah Yi had a son. His newly married wife is a gentle and polite woman who speaks softly like the wind, giving people a feeling of pear blossoms with rain.

Every time he sees her, Ah Yi can't help but think of his former wife.Looking up at the silver moon in the sky, she fell into deep thought, wondering how she was doing now and whether she was okay.

This winter, for some reason, it was much colder than usual, and the snow came very early, and the snow fell one after another, dyeing the sky and the earth white.

On this day, my father also went, and not long after my mother left, he also went. When he left, he held Ah Yi's hand tightly and murmured,
"Child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

His cloudy eyes were full of tears, and he murmured and looked at Ah Yi, even to the point of death, he did not let go.

Ah Yi held her father's hand tightly, tears in her eyes kept flowing.

Patta, papa, fell to the ground, smashed into petals, like a crystal clear and beautiful white rose.

The hands that were clasped became loose for a moment.

"Father, father!"

Ah Yi shouted and wailed loudly, he knew that his father had gone, this winter, when the first snow fell, he went.

From this day on, Ah Yi began to hate snow, because in this heavy snow, this was already the second relative he had sent away.

The first one is grandpa, and the second one is father.

On the day of the burial, the snow was still falling, and the top of the coffin was covered with a layer of white snow. Ah Yi saw it, walked forward, and used his red hands that were already frozen to push away the already thick layer. Snow.

However, the snow was too heavy, like pouring, as soon as it was thrown away, the snow continued to fall, and a thin layer was spread on the coffin lid, and Ah Yi's eyes became red.

"Go away, go away! Why don't you go away?"

No matter how he shouted, it was useless, the snow was still falling, and it kept falling.

"Ah Yi, well, let's do it!"

"The old man passed away peacefully. You don't want to disturb your father either!"

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, your father liked snow before he was alive, why don't you let them be together!"

The villagers came over to stop Ah Yi, persuaded him, comforted him, and told him not to behave like this.

However, all this was just buzzing in Ah Yier's ears. For some reason, he felt that his eyes became blurred.

As if covered by snow, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing could be seen clearly.

After the burial, the snow was still falling, and it kept falling. Ah Yi stood in front of the tomb blankly. He glanced over and saw rows of neat tombs, and in front of him was a brand new mound of tombs.

There, buried, are his parents.

He stood like this in the snow for a long time. When the whiteness in front of his eyes began to dissipate, his mind was no longer confused. .

Click, click!
There was a moment of stiffening, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow, Ah Yi looked back, wondering who else was here in this icy and snowy place, not going home.

What catches the eye is the woman who is as gentle as water and whose words are like wind, his wife.She is rolling up her sleeves and hiding her feet, hoping to keep warm in the snow.

"Why are you here?"

Ah Yi asked, then felt something was wrong, and added: "Go back! Don't wait for me."

"I'm waiting for you!"

Her face was already red from the cold, and there was a thin layer of snow covering her coat and wheels, making her look completely white. From a distance, she might not be able to see a person standing here.

"Let's go back!"

Looking at the woman in the snow, Ah Yi was a little moved.

She shook her head, and breathed out on her cold red hands, a white mist rose and hit her hands, she thought her hands would change, but her hands were still red, nothing No change.

"Look, it's all right!"

After a while, her hand turned a little whiter, she stretched out her hand, shook it towards A Yi, and said proudly.

Ah Yi stared intently for a long time without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)