Chapter 2151: I know

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In the eleventh year, Ye Chen returned to Puxian Town.
The first time he went to Yangfu.
Ten years later, Xiao Yang Lan still has n’t grown up. She looks like two or three years old, but her hair is white. If he does n’t grow up all his life, he ca n’t stand it and wait. What about hugging grandchildren? It ’s not blowing. He and Xia Lan led the child out. If they did n’t know, they thought it was his granddaughter? The people in Wuxian Town were surprised at first, but they got used to it after a long time.
"This time, it's not a short time for you to go!" In the gazebo, Yang Ge cooked the wine and smiled. "I haven't seen it in ten years, I really miss it."
"You ... are a lot older." Ye Chen smiled, Yang Ge's gray hair could not be covered, but compared to the same year old, Yang was quite good. Today Yang Ge is old, It's been rare for a long time, and it's all due to the cultivation of the mind he passed on in his early years.
"You are the same." Yang Ge said with a smile. This is true. Although Ye Chen is a half-immortal, he has not deliberately concealed his old-fashioned horns, and he has more silver wire in his horns. Imprint.
Ye Chen smiled, took a sip of wine, and Yu Guang swept towards Xia Lan.
When he left ten years ago, the yin and yang immortal patterns in Xia Lan's body began to gradually decline. Ten years later, although the yin and yang immortal patterns were still in existence, they were mostly defeated. He could see that Xia Lan's body was weak. Too much, his face was quite pale and more morbid.
Xia Lan chuckled, and had already looked away. He had lived for more than 20 years and was a gift of immortality.
After a while, Yang Xuan and the three of them also came. This time, they were sensible. They drank the wine. They also made their hair white, and even the immortals couldn't stop the years, let alone mortals.
"It's been another ten years. Do we really have to wait until we get into the ground?" Shangguanzhen didn't seem to say, what about a good cultivation? Year after year, the flowers waiting for them thanked.
"While still young, wait a few more years." Ye Chen smiled.
When he heard this sentence, Yang Xuan almost lifted the table. What's your sister's fun?
At night, Ye Chen came out of Yangfu and walked slowly on the street. After returning from this walk, there are many familiar faces on the street. It is the old man who is twilight. Gua, unfortunately, it didn't last that time.
Ye Chen was silent, wearing a cape, walking quietly, like a passenger.
At the door of the house, he stopped at the door opposite Xiaoyuan.
Across the gap in the garden gate, he could see a young man holding a doll, looking up at the stars, and a woman on one side, sewing clothes, sometimes looking at this side, showing a gentle smile.
The children of that year have also grown up.
Until now, Ye Chen didn't know his name, and before he knew it, he wanted to reincarnate Qi, implying the reincarnation of King Qi.
Who would have thought that when the soldiers encircled Qi Wangshizi of Puxian Town, they lived in Puxian Town in another identity, and most of these things would not be believed.
Behind the wall door, he only saw a family of three, but he did not see the reincarnated grandfather. When he left ten years ago, the old man was still there, and when he returned ten years later, he had long since died.
Ye Chen did not bother and returned to his small garden.
Ten years before returning, a lot of weeds were born in the garden, and the spider webs in the house were layered layer after layer. The dust on the tables and chairs was also clearly visible, all eyes were desolate.
In the early morning, Ye Chen set his sights early.
After hearing the myth of Wulin returning home, the people of Wuxian Town gathered in groups and formed a long line.
This was true for three full days.
In the blink of an eye, it is another ten years of spring and autumn. The old ones are old, and the old ones are also fallen. For example, Xia Lan is no longer able to get out of bed. For a sick person, he has no strength to get up. Dao Yin Yang Xianwen, Jiucheng has been defeated.
Yang Ge still let every day come, saying that it was fortune-telling. In fact, he wanted to invite Ye Chen to see Xia Lan for his illness. This family, perhaps, is his most normal. A daughter, he does n’t grow up. A wife, often unable to afford illness, is even weaker than medicine.
Ye Chen went to see it a few times, but he remained silent. He never said that he was a half-immortal. Even if he was not sealed, he would not be able to save Xia Lan. Just like him, when the time was up, God could not keep it.
Xia Lan was still very tenacious, lying on the bed, and bracing himself for three or five years.
That night, Ye Chen was carving a woodcarving under the old tree, and Yang Ge, holding a cane, came in a hurry, panicked, and pulled Ye Chen away.
Ye Chen did not resist, as if he knew where Yang Ge would take him.
Counting time, Xia Lan's limit should also be reached.
The fact is exactly the same. Xia Lan on the hospital bed is already stilted and white-haired, and the beautiful eyes of those days are now cloudy, and the peerless face of that year is also covered with age spots. Her lips needed to be chapped. Her vitality was dim to the extreme, and her breath sometimes disappeared, as if she would die in the next moment.
Seeing Ye Chen coming, Xia Lan wanted to get up, but he was helpless, only a far-fetched smile.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, but couldn't bear it anymore. He witnessed it with his own eyes ... A woman of great beauty, at such a lingering age, would disappear tonight.
"Little friend, help her." Yang Ge stepped forward and knelt down, his words choked, his old body trembled, and his old face was full of old tears.
Ye Chen raised Yang Gelao, but shook his head helplessly. "It is the law of nature to give birth to an old man and die, forgive me."
At this instant, the old Yang Ge, who was still very old, suddenly relaxed, as if he had no spiritual pillars, even standing still, he felt that the whole world was dark.
Ye Chen sighed and quit silently, leaving the last time to the old couple.
In the room, there were only three family members left. Xiao Yang Lan fell asleep in the cradle and slept peacefully, and sometimes she had a nightmare.
Yang Ge always sat at the bedside, carefully raised Xia Lan, and let it rest in his arms.
"Don't do this, everyone will die." Xia Lan smiled softly, but was weak, her eyelids were shaking, and she might close at any moment. The Yin and Yang fairy pattern that supported her was slowly dissipating the last fairy light.
"You still have to come to my front." Yang Ge's old voice was hoarse and vicissitudes extremely.
"Xiangong, I am already dead!" Xia Lan smiled, but her eyes were filled with water mist, and she finally hid this ... hidden secret for more than 30 years.
"I know, I knew it thirty-three years ago." Yang Ge smiled warmly, and was surprisingly calm. "You are my wife, sharing the same bed, how can I not know."
Xia Lan cried and laughed, only to realize that this thirty-three years is a drama, she hides him, he is willing to be deceived.
The limit is approaching. As life and death linger, she raises her eyes hard, looks into the cradle, and looks at her sleeping child. She wants to hug her again. As a mother, she has n’t waited for her daughter to marry. In the end, she couldn't see how she grew up. She should be a little beauty, she should look like her, and she should have a lot of people to propose to her ...
"Sangong, will you wait for me in the next life?"
"meeting."
"Then you will be here, and you will be husband and wife again." Xia Lan smiled tenderly, but her whisper gradually weakened, until she lost her last glance in her eyes, and after 33 years, she finally closed. Eyes promised the promise of the next life, only two lines of tears, melted the love of this world, and crossed the old and beautiful cheek.
Yang Ge kept clinging, and still speaking slowly, carrying the twilight tenderness, talking about the vicissitudes of love, as if talking to himself, and as if to Xia Lan, remembering them In that year, they talked about their vigorous love, bit by bit, accompanied by the sloppy years, intertwined into a beautiful marriage.
Outside the room, Ye Chen murmured at the sound and couldn't help sighing.
Yang Xuan, Shangguanzhen, and Ling Feng were also there, carrying their bodies back one after another, and could not bear to listen.
For a long time, I haven't seen Yang Ge grow up, and the four haven't bothered. I have to give him time to be nice to his wife.
"My dear, wake up and play with me."
I do n’t know when I heard the tender voice. It was Xiao Yang Lan, who woke up from a deep sleep. Now she was lying on the bedside, shaking Xia Lan with her little hand. Unfortunately, her gentle mother could n’t open her eyes. Take a look at her.
Ye Chen turned around and left silently.
For the next three days, he did not set up a fortune teller, nor had he ever been to Yangfu. I only heard that the old Yangtou cried and cried and fainted several times until the coffin was closed, and he was still lying on his back Before Xia Lanling, she cried.
Along with the sound of suona, Baihua spent paper money all over the street.
On the day of Xia Lan's death, the two sides were full of people, hiding from tears. Xia Lan was good in her life, just like a female bodhisattva, and she often gave help to the poor. Her death made people sad.
Ye Chen didn't leave the house, and only carved his woodcarving quietly.
On the fifth day, I heard someone knocking on the door.
The visitor is Yang Fan, who is the righteous son of Yang Ge Lao, who is now aged to middle age. He has already established his own family and inherited the mantle of Lao Yang.
"Senior, persuade your father! He has been kneeling for three days and three nights in front of his mother's grave," Yang Fanxi said.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, sighed, put down the carving knife and got up out of Xiaoyuan.
He appeared again in a mountain forest outside Wuxian Town.
Xia Lan's grave is inside, the graveyard that she personally chose.
Before he entered, Ye Chen heard the sound of the erhu, and the stringer, old Yang Ge, was sad and full of mountains and forests. Even the birds listened, all fell on the branches, and they never flew away.
Ye Chen walked in slowly, seeing Yang Ge old, with messy white hair, sitting in front of Xia Lan's grave, his back shivering, and tremblingly pulling the erhu.
Everyone in the world has said that one year of piano, two years of flute, three years of pipa and five years of zither, and a lifetime of erhu. This is the case with Yang Ge, who is now pulling erhu, but carrying his vicissitudes.
Ye Chen stepped forward and clicked on the old acupoint of Yangge to make him fall asleep and left the forest on his back.
After he left, there was a shadow of ghost, disillusioned before the grave, but a demon.
On the side of the demon, there was a woman who carefully looked at it, but it was actually Donghuang Taixin.
"Can it be resurrected," the demon indifferently said.
"No," Donghuang said in a hearty voice, quite certain.
"You should know the secret of this ancient star," said the demon, and brushed three musk sticks in front of Xia Lan's grave.
Unfortunately, musk cannot be ignited, or Xia Lan can't stand it.
"Reincarnation seems to be absent here, it is difficult to break." Dong Huang Taixin shook his head gently.
The demon shook his head and smiled.