Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

Mo Wenshuang woke up the next day, gently covered Luo Zhiyu who was still lying beside her bed with a quilt, and went to the attic.

He stood at the door for a long time, hesitating a little.

Carefully recalling the things in the environment, he was a little confused to tell the truth from the fake.Looking forward to it being true, because he finally saw his family, and the family never blamed him, they were still kind and caring for him.

I hope it's fake, or it's because of the endless reluctance in my heart.

Environment, ruined or not, he doesn't want to remember.

Move your steps slowly, but dare not raise your eyes to look at the swing.

The answer lies on the swing, he repeated over and over again.what would that beWhat if, when you look at the past, there is nothing?

True and false, false and true, he is very messy.

Just, just look at it and you'll know.

Take a deep breath, and breathe again.

Raising his eyes suddenly, he saw two letters quietly placed on the swing.

letter?

Mo Wenshuang walked over quickly, picked up a letter, this handwriting...is father's? !

He quickly picked up another letter, it was written by his mother!

The familiar handwriting that I have almost forgotten is engraved in my eyes, and my heart is full of holes!

He opened the two letters and looked at the end first. The date of signing was yesterday!

Is it really a letter from my parents through their divine sense?He clutched the letter paper to his chest, recalling everything in the environment last night.

Really, really, really!

Parents are real!

Weeping, he hated himself for only caring about his own sadness, and suppressed his family members who were supposed to show up early in the morning with strong self-blame.

He unfolded the letter, eyes blurred by tears and couldn't see the words clearly. He wiped it dry with his sleeve vigorously, but he still couldn't restrain the big teardrop from rolling down. A few words!

Mo Wenshuang's heart tightened, she can't be dirty, she can't ruin the words, this is a letter from her father!With trembling hands, he laid the letter flat on the swing, and used his sleeves to absorb the tears bit by bit.

The letter was short.

"My son Wenshuang, I told you that those who cultivate immortals must uphold justice and eradicate evil for the world. Every scene in the world has its own heart. The wicked see everything as disgusting, and the good have peace in their hearts. You know what father wants, and mine The ambition needs to be shared by you and Wenfeng and Wenxue. We are number one in the world and cannot decline! Don’t think about your parents."

Dad has always cared about the world and is eager to help others. Wherever there is difficulty, he will respond to every request.When she was a child, Mo Wenshuang felt that no one was stronger than him, kinder than him, and no one was better than him.

"A good boy is obedient, especially if he listens to his father!" A loving voice and hearty laughter lingered in his ears, but Mo Wenshuang cried heart-piercingly, silently and desolately.

He tremblingly opened the second letter. It was written in Niangjuan's beautiful and beautiful handwriting, which was completely different from his father's vigor and grandeur.

"A Shuang, mother is very happy. In these 15 years, occasionally there will be a clear sense of consciousness, seeing you, seeing you grow from a small doll to a handsome appearance in Yushu Linfeng. Your father said, you grow up It looks like me, you know, your father deliberately coaxed me and praised me for being beautiful."

Mo Wenshuang's eyes were once again flooded with tears, and he couldn't read the words clearly, and the voices of one sentence after another were intertwined in his ears.

"Qiu Ying, I am truly blessed to be able to marry you in this life. There is no other woman who is more beautiful than you in the world."

"In front of the child, don't say a few words, don't be ashamed!" Niang's shy and complaining appearance was very clear but seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

The handwriting on the letter was hazy, and Mo Wenshuang pressed his wet sleeves to his eyes, so there were endless tears. After 15 years of crying without tears, he got used to it. Today, he wants to accumulate all Are all the tears shed dry?

After finally controlling his emotions, he looked at his mother's letter again.

Behind it is a paragraph of small and immature font.

"Brother Ayu..."

"A Shuang, I have never been able to speak. I envy you very much. To be honest, I even hated you. I hate that you have a complete body, and that you say nice and flattering words to your parents, elder brother and second brother. I I just watched silently. They all like you. But I also like you very much. Even though I am an elder brother, you always want you to take care of me, bring water, wash my face and feet, and feed me. I don’t have a right hand, so many things don’t It's easy to do, and most of the time, I'm relying on you."

"If possible, I can make you rely on me for the rest of my life, Ah Yu..."

Mo Wenshuang couldn't help crying, clenched his fists in both hands, his whole body tensed up, trembling uncontrollably.

It hurts too much, my heart hurts too much.

"A Shuang, in the future, I, the elder brother who is taken care of by you, will not have the chance to make up for you. Then, let the elder brother and the second elder brother replace me! They have always treated you very well, and they have treated me well. Take me to thank them on their behalf, thank you In the years to come, they will be with you as my existence."

Two letters, three thoughts, one cry.

Mo Wenshuang held the letter and swung on the swing all day, with nothing in her head.

Luo Zhiyu stayed with him outside the door until sunset, when the sky was covered with gray clouds, and he was relieved.

When the person on the bed left quietly, he woke up, followed him silently, watched him cry, and cried himself, and the people inside were crying silently, so he also suppressed his voice.

He didn't know what was written in the letter, he only knew that he was worried about the crying man, and he felt the same as crying.He knew that Mo Wenshuang had completely opened up his knots in his heart. From now on, he would definitely spend every day brightly.

Wenshuang, I don’t want to be a little star chasing the moon anymore, I want to be every ray of sunshine in the rest of your life, the sunshine with apricot blossoms and lotus flowers, I don’t allow you to have any haze in your heart.

Looking back secretly, Mo Wenshuang was still in a daze, with a sad expression on her face, but the corner of her mouth seemed to have a slight curve, revealing that she was letting go.

Luo Zhiyu also tugged at the corner of his mouth, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and quietly went to the kitchen.

Apricot flower soup, I will make it for you every day in the future.

Walking down the steps lightly, at the corner of the second floor, I saw Feng Xue who was silent by the window at the other end.

It seems that they are also here, standing all day.

Luo Zhiyu saluted, and the three of them sighed at the same time.

Mo Wenxue waved and left with his arms around his shoulders.Walking to the kitchen, Luo Zhiyu couldn't help but wonder in his heart, can people really retain their consciousness for so long after death?

Mo Wenxue smiled lightly, with obvious reluctance.

Mo Wenfeng, who was picking apricot blossoms at the side, said slowly, "After ordinary people die, if their thoughts are too strong, they may leave behind more or less things that can be perceived by the closest people. However, there are very few Few. Immortal cultivators, because they have strong spiritual power, can gather their spirits before they die, and use their spiritual consciousness to explain the funeral. However, the time is very short."

"Wen Yu was able to wait for Wen Shuang for 15 years. It must be that his father and aunt had transformed all his thoughts and spiritual power into him. Otherwise, it would have disappeared long ago." Mo Wenxue was cleaning the apricot blossoms, Every petal was washed very carefully.

"Then last night... what happened to his family?" Luo Zhiyu had already understood that what was in the background was not his real family.

Feng Xue and the others glanced at him together, but didn't say anything.

Some things, true and false, false and true, if you can't figure it out, let's just figure it out.

As long as the results they expected are achieved, that's fine.

"I think, I understand," Luo Zhiyu smiled, "I think he should also understand, he is so smart."

The three of them looked towards the attic at the same time. The moonlight was misty in the night. Although the attic was not lit with candles, they could vaguely see the swing that was still swinging slowly.

"Since he lived alone in Fangfei, he has never eaten apricot blossom soup. I personally boiled it for him. He only tasted it and then stopped eating. I know that there is no taste of my aunt in that apricot blossom soup. He I can't eat it. I also know that if the soup is made by my aunt, he will find it sweet in any way." Mo Wenxue handed the cleaned apricot petals to Luo Zhiyu.

"I guess if you did it, he'd be happy with whatever it was."

"Snow Palm Venerable... Wind Palm Venerable..." Luo Zhiyu frowned, "You can't go back on what you promised in Jingli..."

Mo Wenfeng shook his head and raised his eyebrows, "If you dare to say that you hate my brother again, I will make it impossible for you to say that again."

Threateningly promised himself that he could like Mo Wenshuang?Luo Zhiyu was happy and forgot to thank you, but he didn't expect that you would sue and go to Fengzhang Zun to say that I hate you?

Tut tut, childish!snort!He laughed unconsciously.

"Don't be too sweet, his sense of taste returns to normal occasionally, and he can taste it." After Mo Wenxue instructed, he followed Mo Wenfeng out of the kitchen.

"Well, I will put less sugar." He looked at the vinegar on the stove, my little Shuangshuang likes to eat sour, let me show you!

I bought this vinegar after traveling all over Lingshou City, after inquiring for several days. It is said that this vinegar has a special production method, and it is very delicious.

Within the territory of Feiling.

Zhuang Chengfei slapped the table with his palm, angrily, "Yuantong! Don't talk so much nonsense to me! My son was seriously injured by Yao Wuyu and thrown into the river for a whole day! He even had his life cut off! This I must speak out!"

"Cheng Fei, I think what Yuan Tong said makes sense. Now that the He family is suppressing us and helping Yao's daughter clan openly and covertly, we might as well bear with it now. Also, you and Yan'er are both seriously injured. Hey, if you use some heretic methods, it will hurt your body even more, I'm not sure." Mrs. Zhuang persuaded her while wiping her tears, and she didn't forget to give Yuan Tong a face.

Under the veil, Yuan Tong showed such a nonchalant expression, and snorted coldly in his heart: still want to turn over?I've been a customer of Zhuang's for so long, and I'm just waiting for this day when you collapse, I'm so happy.The sudden appearance of He Xiao can be said to have been a great help, otherwise, I might not have wanted to let you down so quickly!

However, what I have to do, I must hurry up.He squinted his eyes, watching Mrs. Zhuang persuade Zhuang Chengfei, turned and left without asking for instructions.