The decoration of the room is very warm, with various elegant decorations, large and small bamboo slips stacked up in an orderly manner, and the incense is lingering. The aroma is astonishing. It does not have the nobility and solemnity of a high-ranking person, but rather that of a well-off teacher. living room.
However, the first thing she saw when she entered the door was a row of hollow jade screens, which were colorful in spring. Although they were simple and elegant, the unique rich color and luxury of jadeite were fully reflected in the exquisite carving. This is probably incompatible with the style of the entire room, and is a bit too gorgeous.
Ningxia's attention was instantly attracted by this luxurious and bright screen, and she was slightly distracted.
"Are you here?" Her thoughts were interrupted momentarily.
Why do these words sound so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere, not long ago... Brother Lingtai whom I met in my dream the night before said the same thing, in the same tone.
Sure enough, they were father and son, even their tone of voice was so similar.
Only then did Ning Xia remember what she came here to do, and quickly walked around the screen and entered the main hall.
Generally speaking, Xiuzhen's full suite will be equipped with a small living room. Unlike the privacy of the bedroom, the small living room can usually invite close guests to come and sit for a while, and it can also be regarded as half a living room.
She originally thought Wu Ying should rest in the small room. After all, they were men and women, so it was impossible to invite her to the bedroom to talk. Moreover, the voice of the other party who asked just now seemed to be a little far away.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she crossed the screen, she met a pair of clear eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the person in the dream she saw last night. Thinking about the situation that the other party was about to face, he felt a bit unspeakably sad.
"Why did you come out on your own..." Ning Xia was a little dumbfounded.
The other party was wearing more casual home clothes and a large robe with messy corners. It looked like he had come out of it in a hurry.
This man looked to be in very bad condition. He was skinny, pale, and breathing obviously heavy. He seemed to be an old man over fifty years old. No one could have imagined that in just a few days, the monk who was once strong physically and spiritually would become so weak and haggard as he is now.
"I'm sorry, I woke up a little late today and didn't have time to freshen up. It's my fault to meet the guests so rudely." The other party's voice was full of waves, and there was a sense of weakness inside and outside.
Each of these big shots is more polite than the last and cares about this kind of thing more than anyone else. If one day you can't take care of these things at the same time, you must have really no choice, and then you can't take care of anything else. Ningxia didn't really run away from feudal society, so naturally it wouldn't care about such trivial matters.
"If you don't mind, Zhenjun Yunmao, I can send you to a small room to lie down, where you can feel more comfortable. Senior is the eldest, and I'm not even a fraction of your age. Senior, you can treat me as your own junior and speak freely. That’s good.”
Besides, the patient should stay in the hospital bed to recuperate, why are you messing around... Ningxia muttered to herself, but did not dare to say it out loud.
"Alas, I'm useless. I've reached the point where I've provoked the younger generation to give in. You clever guys are so considerate that it's annoying. You might as well say a few nice words to make me happy." He said. At this point, Wu Ying looked a little helpless, his expression and tone were the same as usual.
If Ningxia had not learned the news from the fifth family, Ningxia would not have thought that the other party's life had come to an end. The other party didn't look like a dying person at all, as if he was just suffering from some trivial illness.
"You..." Ningxia was not easily diverted by the other party and hesitated to speak. She thought about whether to ask directly. After all, the person who came here to tell her must have obtained Wuying's consent. She thought this was what he meant.
Now that we already know so much that we should know and shouldn’t know, what’s the point of knowing more?
She doesn't have much time to stay on Yundao, and the other party doesn't have much chance to stay in the world either. If you want to know something, explain it clearly this time, otherwise there will be no next time.
When Ning Xia mustered up the courage to ask the question all at once, the other party suddenly put a finger between her lips to signal her to be silent.
"That's why I said that there is no second one for that thing. I can just enjoy such a good thing myself, and I won't give it to you." There was even a trace of playfulness on the eyebrows of the fifth Ying as he spoke.
He talked about his life and death as if it were an insignificant matter, not important at all, and he seemed to have long accepted his fate.
Ning Xia thought that she would never see such a magnanimous mind in the face of life and death. She also admired such a strong person, really.
But just like that, she became more and more sad. Seeing that an acquaintance with whom she had many friendships, an elder with fairly good character, was facing such a fate, Ning Xia was counting down the seconds to her life, and Ning Xia didn't know how to face it.
Although in his role as a father and even a husband, he managed everything in a mess. But the price was too tragic, and it was not something he should bear. In the end, he had to pay it back in this way.
The family is broken up, the yin and yang are separated, the son kills the father and the father kills the son... His life is ruined in the backyard. It can be seen that even if a cultivator is born out of the mortal world, he still cannot truly escape from the joys, anger, sorrows and joys of mortals. This is a disaster that is destined for human beings when they are born and is unavoidable.
"Silly boy, why are you so sad? Don't cry, otherwise your elders guarding the door won't be able to come in and tear me apart?" Wu Ying touched his temples and finally left. He walked up to Ning Xia and touched her little bun unskillfully. He didn't seem to be very good at such comforting gestures.
Ning Xia subconsciously wanted to touch the corners of her eyes, but the place she touched was dry. Fortunately, there were no tears. But she was so frightened that she cried on the spot because she thought she was so embarrassed. She didn't want her to end up in the other person's impression as a crybaby...
However, Ningxia felt that her eyes were indeed a bit sour. She had lost a very close friend before, and she couldn't bear to see such a scene. Now that she was asked to send away this senior who treated her quite well, Ningxia felt really uncomfortable and bitter.
"Okay, don't look like this when you come to visit me on a rare occasion. In fact, it's... nothing, it's a matter of time. This is the path I should take, and it is also my own choice and my willingness. You There is no need to feel sorry for me."
That man also said the same thing... This is the path he chose and it is his choice.
What a resemblance.
A strange feeling suddenly appeared in Ningxia's heart. She knew that this scene was not appropriate, but she felt vaguely embarrassed.
But last night’s dream was still vivid in my mind, and it was terrifyingly real, so... was it really a dream?
