The word love cannot stand the test of time. Some are like honey, which will deteriorate and become sour over time, or become dull; some are like wine, which become more and more mellow with age.
Day after day, year after year, the sun and the moon remain as new as usual, but the world is constantly changing.
In the forest, Chunya was looking around, looking for something. At the same time, a person was walking down the mountain not far away. The person was shaking his head and mumbling something. He was quite surprised to see Chunya looking around in front of him, and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
"Chun Ya'er, where are you going so late?"
Chun Ya followed the sound and saw that the person who came was holding a book in his hand and carrying a bamboo bag behind his back. Although he was well-dressed and neat as before, it had become a little gray due to frequent washing... This man was the middle-aged man who was previously known as the "Sour Scholar".
Chun Ya'er saw that the visitor was very familiar, so she asked without any worries: "Uncle, have you seen my man on the mountain?"
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and then said, "I didn't walk far today and didn't see him nearby...Why, this kid is missing?" After saying that, he smiled helplessly, "You young people are impatient. Occasionally some friction is natural. I see that he has always loved you very deeply. Maybe he was afraid of hurting you with his harsh words, so he hid away. When he calms down, he should come back..."
Chun Ya'er's face turned red when she heard this, and she quickly stamped her feet and explained: "Uncle, what are you talking about? He said early this morning that he wanted to go up the mountain to find a quiet place to practice. I was just a little worried when he saw that he hadn't come back so late. That’s it!”
"Hahaha... That's good, that's good. It seems like I'm too worried!" The middle-aged man laughed when he heard this, "Don't worry Chunya'er. Apart from mosquito bites, there are also some threats this season. Only rats!”
"The sour scholar is right. Otherwise, with his courage, how could he dare to wander around the mountain alone?" As soon as the man finished speaking, he heard another voice coming. The person who came was the middle-aged man. That family member.
When the middle-aged man saw the woman arriving, he smiled awkwardly, inadvertently stuffed the book in his hand back, and took a few steps back. But the woman walked around behind him one step ahead of him and snatched the bamboo stick from behind, her brows raised.
"I'm talking about sour scholar! Did I ask you to go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables? Where are the wild vegetables?"
Among the bamboo towers, apart from a sickle, there was only a thin layer of wild vegetables spread at the bottom of the bamboo tower.
"Perhaps the harvest is too frequent and these wild vegetables haven't grown yet!" the middle-aged man explained seriously without changing his expression.
"What do you think that is?" The woman glared at the man angrily and pointed to a lush place not far away.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he felt that his lie had been discovered, and he laughed apologetically: "These wild vegetables may be afraid of me, so they just happened to hide!"
"Oh? Are they afraid of you, or are they afraid of something like this?" The woman said, then reached out and grabbed the man's waist, and pulled out the book that the man had just tucked behind his back.
"I've been carrying this waste paper all day long, and I'll burn it all for you when I get back!" After the woman said this, she dragged Zhu Lou away angrily.
"No! Madam! That's the foundation of my life!" The middle-aged man still looked confident as he once did, and he begged repeatedly. But when he saw that the woman ignored him, he hurriedly changed the subject: "Madam, what should we eat tonight?"
"What to eat?" This question really worked. After hearing this, the woman turned around and threw Zhulou to the ground, "Go and eat the northwest wind!"
The middle-aged man knew that he was in the wrong and did not say anything, so he followed the woman back. He had just picked up the book on the ground when he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said to Chun Ya'er: "Chun Ya'er, don't worry, this kid will be back soon if he can't stand the mosquito bites!"
After saying that, he jogged a few steps, picked up Zhulou along the way, nodded and followed the woman.
"Madam, I was wrong! I will go back and dig wild vegetables now! I will dig until tomorrow morning!"
"You are fooling around and trying to find out who you are...go home...the food will get cold soon!"
"The book... is it still burning?"
"I'll spare you this time! If you dare to delay business next time, I'll burn you too... Go back and change your clothes quickly. Where did you go to get dirty?"
The voices of the two gradually faded away... Chun Ya'er suddenly felt that being noisy was not a kind of happiness?
Chun Ya was unwilling to give in and waited for a while longer. Unfortunately, she still didn't see anyone.
The afterglow of the sun gradually dissipated, and the cold air in the forest surged up, causing Chun Ya to cough. Although she was in poor health, she never saw the person in her heart, and the anxiety on her face became even stronger. Finally...she gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards the mountain...
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"After understanding the physiological function of longevity, autumn lotus blooms everywhere..."
"The tripod is in Kanli, the sky and the earth are in the pot, full of wind and moon, sucking in the void..."
"Jade token, jade token, follow my will, and it will appear quickly!"
"Hey...what's going on with this thing? Why is there no movement at all?"
Somewhere on the top of the mountain, there is a naturally formed stone platform. Although the surface of this stone platform has been exposed to the sun, frost, wind and rain for a long time, it is always as clean as new, which is amazing.
At this time, on the stone platform, there was a figure mumbling something to an object in front of him. However, after he finished chanting, the man lost his patience and simply held the object in front of him in his palms and lay back. Come down.
And as he lay down, his face became clear. He was none other than Chun Ya's husband, Lang Yun.
He was lying on the stone platform with his legs crossed, one hand pillowed under his head, and the other hand holding a green and crystal jade plaque, holding it up in the air and looking at it over and over, but his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked very worried...
Maybe it was because he got up too early today, or maybe he was too tired from all the hard work. After a while, Lang Yun felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and he fell asleep unconsciously.
"Hiss... sneeze..." After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Lang Yun suddenly felt a chill and sneezed several times to wake up. He rubbed his nose and felt a little empty in his stomach, so he turned over and jumped off the stone platform, preparing to return home to fill his stomach before making any plans.
"woke up?"
"Well, I'm awake."
When Lang Yun heard someone asking a question behind him, he subconsciously answered. But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt surprised. He turned around and looked back, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him coldly.
Although he only looked at these eyes for a moment, the two pupils in those golden eyes were like thin lines, so sinister that it made people shudder. They didn't look like ordinary people at first sight. No, I should say they didn't look like them at first sight. It's people.
Lang Yun felt the hairs all over his body stand on end as he turned into a four-legged spider and quickly retreated from face to face.
"Want to escape? Humph!" The visitor snorted coldly, squeezed out two drops of blood from his fingertips and stabbed forward, directly penetrating both sides of the Wolf Cloud's shoulders, and nailed him to the tree behind him with a bang.
Lang Yun felt severe pain coming from his shoulder, and before he could scream, his eyes went dark and he passed out, his life or death uncertain.
Seeing such a situation, the visitor was quite surprised. After repeated confirmations, it turned out that this kid was not pretending, so the person snorted coldly and walked towards Lang Yun.
"Ah!" Lang Yu woke up from the stone platform sweating profusely. He moved his left and right shoulders and breathed out after finding that there were no injuries. He was very puzzled as to why the nightmare just now was so real.
"woke up?"
"Well, I'm awake...ah!" Lang Yun was halfway through his answer when he suddenly became excited and hurriedly looked to his side, only to see a man in red staring at him sullenly, with a joking expression on his face.
"Ants are indeed ants. Such a humble expression is so pitiful... Hahaha..." The visitor saw the fearful expression on the wolf's face and laughed unscrupulously.
Lang Yun looked at his shoulders and saw that the blood stains on his clothes were still as new, so what just happened must not have been a dream. In this case, the man in front of him must have used some method to heal the injury on his shoulder.
However, he was not stupid enough to think that the person in front of him had good intentions. The reason why this person wanted to save him must be for profit.
"This... sir, you and I are strangers. Is there any misunderstanding between us..." Lang Yun asked bravely.
"Despicable thing! Do you know me? Are you worthy?" The visitor looked arrogant and had a condescending attitude. He spoke rudely as soon as he opened his mouth. "You ants, I will kill you whenever I want. Do you need any reason?"
After saying that, the man sneered again. Lang Yun was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. He thought to himself that he would be in trouble today.
"Ant, let me ask you, where did this thing come from!"
Lang Yun looked up when he heard this, his face turned pale for a moment, and then he hurriedly lowered his head: "Sir, I don't know what this is..."
But before he finished speaking, he saw a red short blade flying past his neck, leaving a shallow wound in an instant. Immediately afterwards, bursts of burning energy came from the wound, as if it was branded on the body by a red-hot iron.
"I have plenty of time. It doesn't matter if you don't want to speak! I don't mind sitting down and talking with you slowly..." The man in red sneered, "It just depends on how long you can endure it... Hahaha..."
Lang Yun almost fainted from the pain, but whenever his endurance reached the limit, the man in red would take action to relieve his injuries. The waves of severe pain were like ebbs and flows, causing the body to As a mortal, he could no longer bear it and finally begged for mercy.
Although the time was only a few breaths long, he felt that a hundred years had passed...
"I said...I said..." Lang Yun was finally freed from the severe pain. He gasped for breath and spoke hurriedly, fearing that the other party would attack again.
After a moment of relaxation, he finally felt like he was alive again, and his body went limp. He knelt down in front of this man and kowtowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I was just confused for a moment and had evil intentions. Please... please... please Seeing that I have reformed my ways, please spare me a life!"
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