Don't ask for perfection

In the early morning, there was still mist on the river of Nanping Mountain, and there were very few people.

Not only is it sparsely populated... No one has been here for more than [-] years.

A long time ago, the Haoqi League near Nanping Mountain could be said to be the place of justice in the world, but the change that was enough to shake the entire world 30 years ago has already turned that land of justice into ruins.

In the adjacent villages near Nanping Mountain, people can escape or disperse, and no one wants to have anything to do with that place called Haoqi League. Over time, this land has been forgotten by people.

In fact, the village on the edge of Haoqi League has been inhabited by one person for decades, but no one knows about it.

He is an old man over sixty years old.An old man with gray temples and unable to speak clearly.

No one knew what he was up to.

Although the mottled years on his face cannot be concealed, it can still be seen that this old man should have been very handsome when he was young.

The sky is getting darker, and the fog on the river is getting thicker.

Compared to the dark Valley of the Evil, Nanping Mountain still has light at least.

The old man looked at a dilapidated doll in the corner, and suddenly smiled, his broken yellow teeth were exposed, but he could still see his full of joy.

Leaning on crutches, he moved over step by step, bent down with difficulty, picked up the doll and hugged it tightly in his arms.I don't know what I'm talking about, but judging from the expression, it should be very happy.

Back then, he was coaxing that child with this doll. They were young and didn't know the harshness of the world, but they said they would spend their lives together hand in hand.

Whether it is a different journey or a farewell, after all these years, the events of that year have never been forgotten.

Thinking about it now, I can still vividly remember the thrilling experience back then, but...but he never came back.

The old man stopped smiling suddenly, and looked at the doll in his arms, a little sparkle seemed to overflow from the corner of his eyes.

If Fenghua hadn't seen each other back then, perhaps there would not be a single person left sad today.

If he had gone with him back then, maybe there would still be a pair of lonely and wild ghosts in the underworld.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs.

Today is his death day.

The old man walked outside with the doll in his arms and on crutches.The old man walked very slowly, and his steps were not smooth, and he didn't stop until he reached a cemetery that was hidden by weeds.There was originally a tombstone on this grave, but it was already dilapidated due to the wind and sun.

The old man sat down on the ground slowly, and put the doll on the grave.

Although it was a bit dilapidated, the words Mu Xuanying engraved on the tombstone were not ambiguous at all.

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

His withered fingers carefully stroked the name on the tombstone, as if he wanted to engrave these three words into his soul, but in the end he put them down powerlessly.

The old man seemed to think that they would meet soon, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

Tiredness swept over him, and he leaned against the tombstone peacefully with a smile on his face. He just sat down and never got up again.

Time went back to that autumn day again, and the fallen leaves of Maple Valley covered the ground.It is in full swing, reflecting their appearance when they were young.

After waking up, Mo Yu saw that he seemed to have returned to the age when he met again, even the clothes on his body changed.

It was still the fierce and fiery red dress back then, which set off the indomitable young man with high spirits.

The familiar figure on the top of the mountain came into view. Mo Yu was naturally happy to see the blue-clothed boy, but he was a little afraid, and tentatively called out, "Maomao! Maomao!"

The other party turned around slowly, and a warm and jade-like smile spread slowly on his delicate face, "Brother Mo Yu, long time no see."

The old man is still the same as before, and nothing seems to have happened.

It turned out that this sleep was the age when we first met.

Mo Yu also smiled, and stretched out his hand to him, "This time you have to hold my hand tightly, and you can never separate it again."

The ending of this pair of peerless arrogance is probably not expected by the world...