The autumn wind is so cold that people can't help but lower their eyebrows.
No matter how many years have passed and how much things around have changed, the wanderers who return home can always find their way home.
Nan Er knitted his eyebrows, and his mood that had improved due to playing around with Xia Zhichan suddenly sank to the bottom again.
The expression on his face changed several times, and in the end he didn't know what expression to show. He could only point at the closed door and said:
"this is my house."
"Um."
Xia Zhichan could only nod, he didn't know what to do for a moment.
Nan Er stood at the door for a while. He wanted to go in, but he didn't really want to see the scene inside. After all, this is no longer his home, not more than ten years ago.
"Let's go in and have a look."
Regarding Xia Zhichan's proposal, Nan Er was a little entangled and did not speak. He frowned and remained silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.
"No, there's nothing to miss anyway."
This is no longer his home, now it's just a big mansion with no one living in it.
"At least...go meet your big brother."
Xia Zhichan was still trying to persuade him. After all, there were some things that were stuck in his heart and would eventually become an unsolvable knot.
Since Nan Er could reach here unconsciously, it means that deep down in his heart, he still wants to come and see it again.
"Brother...yes, you should go and see your brother. Otherwise, he will scold me in my dreams."
The man rubbed his cheek vigorously to prevent his expression from being too stiff, and then took a step forward and opened the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The autumn wind followed the open door and blew into the deserted yard. Only a few dead leaves were blown up and swirled to the side.
Nan Er walked in first, followed by Xia Zhichan.
The two of them walked through the yard one after the other, through the corridors, and finally came to a courtyard after twists and turns.
That was Mrs. Nangong's former residence. There was a huge pomegranate tree planted in the courtyard, and there was a small mound of soil under the tree.
The pomegranate tree was withered, but the mound of soil under the tree looked new.
Nan Er knelt directly in front of the mound. He gently tidied the mound with his hands. His pursed lips trembled for a long time before he said:
"Brother, I'm here to see you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tears wet his eyes in disobedience, and then they rolled around and were about to fall down.
Xia Zhichan stood at the door without going in. He stretched out his index finger and touched his eyelids, and a ray of spiritual energy flashed from the depths of his eyes.
He looked at it carefully, then closed his eyes in disappointment.
He wanted to see if Nangong No. 1's soul was still there. If it was, the two brothers might be able to see each other again and exchange a few words.
It's a pity that Nangong No. 1's soul is no longer there, and he may have been reincarnated.
Wow——
The autumn wind blows on the pomegranate branches, making a knocking sound different from the leaves.
Xia Zhichan looked at Nan Er, who was crying silently, and frowned with some sadness. He thought for a moment, and then took out a pomegranate branch from his right sleeve.
Nangong No. 1 spent almost all his spiritual power to condense a pomegranate branch.
Without this thing, Xia Zhichan and Jiang Qin would not have been able to subdue the evil Nan Er so easily, and they would not have been able to suppress the strong evil energy in his body later.
Now there are only three green leaves left on this pomegranate branch.
Xia Zhichan stretched out her fingers and picked off two pieces from it, then carefully put the pomegranate branch with only one leaf left back into her sleeve robe.
He held two leaves and muttered something in his mouth, and then a faint white mist rose up from the two leaves. It was not a lot, just a very thin bit, rotating around the leaves.
call……
He took a slow breath.
The two strangely changed leaves flew out and flew against the direction of the wind to the top of Nan Er's head, and then fell lightly, just blocking his eyes.
A leaf obscures the eyes, and Mount Tai cannot be seen.
Nan Er was sobbing sadly when he suddenly heard a familiar laughter, followed by a man's gentle voice:
"Second brother, how old are you and you still cry? If your sister-in-law finds out, she will laugh at you for looking like a girl again."
He raised his head and saw the man with soft eyebrows sitting under the pomegranate tree full of green branches and green leaves.
Nangong is first.
He held his chin and looked at Nan Er kneeling in front of him with a smile.
"Brother!"
Nan Er could hardly believe his eyes. He opened his eyes wide, wishing he could remember the big brother in front of him who was exactly the same as he remembered.
"Second brother, I know... everyone in the family is gone, and you are the only one left in the world. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, you don't seem to know what to do, do you?"
Although Nangong No. 1 has not seen Nan Er for many years, he is the one who knows his brother best. He explained Nan Er’s current confusion bit by bit.
Nan Er could only nod his head with tears in his eyes.
"Actually, I don't agree with your revenge. My father asked you to regard the Niwen Knife as your own life, but I don't think so. It's just a knife, no human life is important."
Nangong No.1 said, wiping the tears on Nan Er's face with the corner of his sleeve.
"Even if you don't take revenge, as long as you can live a good life, that's fine. Big brother doesn't want you to become that kind of lunatic who only knows revenge, a cold-blooded killer."
"You are a human being, a living person. Since life is still very long, why not enjoy it? Although the eldest brother is gone, I still hope that my younger brother can live happily and without regrets for the rest of his life."
Nangong No. 1 patted Nan Er on the shoulder, and asked with a smile:
"Promise, brother, okay?"
Nan Er nodded vigorously and said in a hoarse voice:
"good."
Nangong No. 1 finally showed a happy smile.
Then suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the man in front of Nan Er disappeared, and everything returned to its original appearance, a dilapidated pomegranate tree and a small mound of soil.
Nan Er wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down his complicated mood, and then solemnly kowtowed three times in front of the mound.
He stood up and walked out of the courtyard.
Xia Zhichan stood at the door without speaking, and he didn't know if what he was doing was right. Nangong No. 1 is indeed gone, and his soul has probably been reincarnated. Even he can't help it.
So I could only use a blinding technique.
Borrowing the spiritual power of Nangong No. 1 in the pomegranate leaves, he used magic to create a real and fake illusion in front of Nan Er, allowing him to see Nangong No. 1 in the illusion.
The illusion originates from Nan Er's mind, and only he can see and hear it.
"Let's go..."
Xia Zhichan took two steps and then turned back to look at Nan Er who was standing at the door.
"This yard belongs to my mother. She died in childbirth, so I have never seen her, but every time I feel unhappy, I will sneak here."
Nan Er took one last look at the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, and then closed the courtyard door.
While talking about trivial matters from his childhood, he followed Xia Zhichan out.
"Although I have never met my mother, I believe she loves me very much."
Nan Er was just talking, but he didn't notice that Xia Zhichan's face also changed, and his eyes gradually became sad.
"There is no mother in this world who doesn't love her children."
Xia Zhichan said something, her eyes filled with memories:
"I'm just like you. My mother died of illness when I was very young. I don't remember her appearance at all. But when I was a child, Aunt Qin, Mrs. Ning and Mrs. Lu were all very kind to me and regarded me as their own. children to love."
In a way, Xia Zhichan's life experience is very similar to Nan Er's, and their experiences are also similar, so they feel like old friends at first sight.
The two of them walked out of the gate and randomly found a wine shop nearby.
Cut a plate of cooked meat and serve two plates of side dishes.
Warm another pot of strong wine.
"I actually envy you..."
Nan Er put down his wine glass and looked at Xia Zhichan, who was slightly drunk, with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Xia Zhichan, you ride on the horse..."
"You still have revenge to take, but I don't even have a chance to take revenge..."
Xia Zhichan actually had a good drinking capacity, but he couldn't bear it. Today's events also touched the sadness buried deep in his heart, so he drank himself one bottle after another.
"I can't even take revenge! Those bastards have died long ago... I have known for a long time that revenge is useless. The dead people will not come back. No matter how many people are killed, revenge is useless. No!"
With a bang on the table, he put down the wine bottle, but stood up instead.
"Master took me up the mountain. I have a new name and a new identity. I have brothers and sisters who are more important than relatives. But even so, I still want revenge!"
"Those bastards killed my whole family. Do you think that if you kill them, you'll be done with it? If I could, I would pull out their souls one by one and make real fire sacrifices to them every day, so that they can't live or die!"
Xia Zhichan roared.
There were other drinkers in the wine shop, and one or two of them looked at Xia Zhichan, who was drinking like crazy, with strange eyes, and pointed as if they were looking at a fool.
Nan Er was also startled by Xia Zhichan's loud roar, but when he thought about going to Sima's house for revenge, the thoughts in his mind were probably very scary and dark.
He quickly pulled Xia Zhichan back to his seat, stuffed a piece of cooked meat into the latter's mouth, and blocked Xia Zhichan's nonsense.
"I... really don't understand. There is no one to fear from monsters in this world. If a monster wants to kill someone, its hands must be stained with blood, but some people kill without seeing blood and eat people without spitting out bones."
After Xia Zhichan finished speaking, she took several sips of wine.
No wonder Yan Chixia, the founder of Lingguan, liked drinking so much. He probably saw through all the darkness in the world, and finally had to get drunk to avoid troubles.
"Hehehe, are humans scary? Demons are scary?"
Nan Er smiled and replied:
"Shemales are the scariest! Hahahahaha..."
Xia Zhichan shook his head vigorously a few times. He was too lazy to pay attention to Nan Er's cold joke, so he drank all the wine in the pot.
Then he saw the figure of a woman in white suddenly appearing in front of him.
"Hey hey hey..."
He patted Nan Er who was lying on the table several times. The latter also raised his head in a daze and looked in the direction of Xia Zhichan.
It's so white... I can't see clearly.
Xia Zhichan took two awkward steps, and then, looking into Jiang Qin's shocked eyes, he held the woman in his arms.
"Nan Er...my fairy Chang'e is here, how is it?"
Nan Er narrowed his eyes hard, then his body tilted and fell to the ground, but before his consciousness faded, he still reluctantly raised his right hand.
He raised his thumb vigorously.
"Hahahaha, what a coward..."
Xia Zhichan looked at the woman who was almost close at hand, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and suddenly wanted to finish the unfinished things.
Bo.
Then the man spun like a windmill and flew out of the liquor store door, and then heard a loud roar.
