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"Niangui, your master fell down, go home and have a look!"

Lin Niangui, who was watering the field, heard this, threw the water ladle away, and ran back in a hurry.

Lin Niangui stayed by the bed, looking at the unconscious old man on the bed, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Master Lin's injury is not serious, but he is old and the old man can't fall. It will be fine now, but it will be hard to say after a long time. Remember to take care of yourself." The old doctor in the village stroked his beard and sighed. exhort.

Lin Niangui's eyes were red, he answered, and at the same time sent him out.

"Master, are you awake?" Lin Niangui, who turned back, looked at Master who slowly opened his eyes, and called out in surprise.

Lin Qianmo's consciousness was drowsy, and he subconsciously said, "Hegui..."

"Master, did you call me?" Lin Niangui didn't hear clearly, so he hurriedly continued.

His vision finally became clear, Lin Qianmo looked at the disciple beside the bed and shook his head silently.

After drinking the medicine under the service of his apprentice, Lin Qianmo closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

That fall seemed to have thrown all his strength out, but now he is only hanging on with his obsession.

"Don't cry," Lin Qianmo, who was not going to speak, sighed when he heard the faint sobs in his ear, "It's rare for me to live at such an age, even if I die, it's a joy or a mourning."

"I have lived for so long, and I have caused enough trouble for you."

"What nonsense are you talking about, master!" Lin Niangui wiped away tears, and the seven-foot man burst into tears, with an angry expression on his face, "You brought Niangui out of the disaster victims, and taught me cooking skills, you are sorry for Niangui! Gui’s kindness will not be exhausted even if it is a cow or a horse in the next life!"

Lin Qianmo shook his head, "I didn't mean to help you..."

Back then, he just wanted to find someone to remember.

Although he fell down, Lin Qianmo's body gradually recovered from a sudden feeling of anger.

It's just that, after all, it hurts its vitality, and it can't stand a little cold.

"Winter is coming..." Lin Qianmo leaned on a cane and looked at the withered and yellow leaves falling in front of the window.

"Master, why are you standing here again?" A little girl came in with a meal, saw him standing there and hurriedly helped him in.

Following her steps into the room, Lin Qianmo looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with nostalgia.

I'm afraid I won't see the scene from the past, in this life, right?

"Is that beggar still in the village?" Lin Qianmo asked suddenly.

The little girl nodded and asked strangely: "Master, why are you asking him?"

"It's cold, send him some food."

Although the little girl didn't know why he said that suddenly, she still responded cleverly.

The beggar in the village didn't know when he came here. He had healthy limbs and didn't look sick, but he was begging.

The little girl naturally looked down on the beggar, and the children in the village were not friendly to him, and they often laughed and threw stones there.

But the beggar never cared, and always sat there motionless like a dead man.Only occasionally when the villagers show kindness, he would pick up the leftovers and eat them.

The little girl put the food in front of the beggar, and walked away in disgust.

Lin Qianmo coughed a few times, and slowly walked out the door leaning on a cane.

It's almost winter.

There was hope in his cloudy eyes, looking in the direction of the village entrance.

He didn't come back when the sweet-scented osmanthus was in bloom, but when it snowed, he should come back, right?

I don't know if I still have the strength to cook a meal for him when he comes back.

I don't know if my craftsmanship is still to his liking.

Just, when will he come back?

The fallen leaves whirled and landed on Lin Qianmo's shoulders. He looked up at the osmanthus tree that was as old as himself, as if he heard its sigh.

Are you, like me, waiting for him to come back?

It's just that I'm old, and you're old too, and he still hasn't come back.

"Niangui," Lin Qianmo suddenly shouted, "come out."

Lin Niangui came out of the kitchen with a blank face, "Master, what do you want?"

"You give up the kitchen, I want to cook once."

Lin Niangui was stunned, and just about to say that he can cook whatever he wants to eat, but he swallowed it under the stubborn gaze of his master.

"Wait a minute, Master, I'll clean up the kitchen right now."

Lin Qianmo walked slowly towards the kitchen and picked up the knife.

It's been a long time since he's cooked, since he slipped a knife once.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was old and could no longer hold a knife steadily.

But for some reason, this time, he held the knife very steadily.

"Master, what is this?" Lin Niangui leaned over curiously, looking at the bowl of soup that was as clear as water.

Lin Qianmo didn't answer his words, but looked at the bowl of soup with a complicated expression.

lay down.

Sighing, Lin Qianmo came out of the kitchen with the soup, "Go ahead, I'll go out and have a sit."

Lin Niangui groaned, looking at his hunched back in confusion.

After putting the soup on the stone table of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Lin Qianmo showed a relieved smile after a long time.

So what?He said that he would wait for him, and since it was exported, it would be a matter of a lifetime.

He's not dead yet.

"What is this?" Another voice sounded, Lin Qianmo looked along, it was a beggar in that village.

"I'll give you this bowl of soup." Lin Qianmo looked down and suddenly laughed.

The beggar was taken aback, looked at the porcelain bowl where the chance was, and then at Lin Qianmo, "You know it's—"

"That's letting go." Lin Qianmo said flatly, leaning on a cane and looking into the distance.

"Put it down..." The beggar pondered for a while, then looked up at Lin Qianmo, "Why did you give it to me?"

He could see that the person in front of him had no less obsession than himself, so why didn't he use the medicine for relief?

Lin Qianmo shook his head: "I don't want to."

He looked at the blue sky, and suddenly laughed: "I haven't waited for him to come back, how can I be willing to let go?"

The beggar was silent, and suddenly realized that the original obsession was so deep in his bones that he would not seek a way to escape.

Even if they are unable to extricate themselves from the quagmire of obsession life after life, they still turn a blind eye to the life-saving straw stretched out.

Willingly, that's it.

It's just me, I didn't think so deeply after all.The beggar suddenly smiled wryly, not knowing whether to be grateful or sigh.

He raised his head and drank the bowl of clear soup, then left without looking back.

It was cold, and there was a cold wind blowing everywhere, and the bare old trees bent their waists and wailed in pain.

Lin Qianmo was lying on the bed, the arrival of winter seemed to have taken away the last trace of his anger, his face was full of ashes.

He was going to die, and now it was only a dying day.

Lin Niangui and his family knelt under the bed, crying faintly.

But they were all like a layer of fog, and they couldn't disturb the old man at all.

Lin Qianmo stared out the window obsessively, as if a figure would appear there anytime.

There really was a figure there.

Lin Qianmo's eyes showed disappointment, but he still said, "It's you."

the beggar.

Of course, it may not be called a beggar now.

The celestial being in the sky was wearing a Taoist robe, with ruthlessness and compassion in his eyes, staring at the human beings on the hospital bed.

"Is there anything you want?"

"I think..." Lin Qianmo looked over with difficulty, "I want to continue living, is that okay?"

He hasn't waited for the man to come back, and he doesn't want to die yet.

The immortal shook his head, "No."

"But I can make you rich and prosperous in the next life, powerful and powerful, and your life will be smooth."

"No." Lin Qianmo sighed, the dead air on his face became more intense, "What's the point of those?"

"You really don't want anything?" The immortal frowned and asked again.

"I want..." I want that person back.

But Lin Qianmo closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

He knew that it was just wishful thinking.

"Give me a vegetable garden." Lin Qianmo said suddenly, his eyes flashed with nostalgia, "He is the most picky."

The immortal was silent, then nodded, and disappeared into the hut.

Lin Qianmo didn't care about the fairy's departure at all, and he didn't care if he could get the vegetable garden. This request was just a passing statement.

Now that no one is talking to him, he can rest for a while.

Lin Qianmo's eyes were still staring out of the window, afraid of missing something.

I regret.

Back then, I shouldn't have let you go.

The wind was whistling, pouring in from the window he forcibly refused to close, making his body shiver involuntarily.

The white and cold snowflakes melted on the dead tree-like skin, leaving a small trail of water.

When the feeling came from his stagnant nerves, Lin Qianmo suddenly realized that it was snowing.

Just, why is it snowing, and he hasn't come back yet?

Lin Qianmo's eyes widened and he stared straight out of the window.

He suddenly shook the hand of the person beside the bed, and said intermittently: "If one day he comes back, if he comes back—"

You must tell me.

But before he could say those words, those old hands lost strength and slipped down.

The next moment, the crying in the room shook the sky.

A piece of snow that looked like a plum blossom slowly floated in from the window, and fell on the old man's weak hand, melting quietly.

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