Rebirth of the Son-in-Law

For the past three days, He Rufeng has thought of many plans, but he still doesn't know how to persuade the person in front of him to let him go.

The most important thing is that although the groom's suit is layered inside and outside, it is made of silk, which does not keep warm at all. He is almost freezing to death.He didn't want to play one, two, three with the man in front of him, he was a wooden man.

In the past three days, besides feeding him a pill the size of a vermilion thumb, Zhao Abao never made himself feel hungry, so he didn't say anything to himself, but took him to change a few places, the more he changed, the farther away The crowd finally arrived in the deep forest where the trees were overgrown and the grass withered. They didn't know if Zhao Abao would get lost.

Finally, after waking up once, He Rufeng lost his memory due to inertia.

He Rufeng who woke up after losing his memory made Zhao Abao feel shamefully happy.He told He Rufeng that they are a loving couple.He Rufeng was like a blank sheet of paper, so naturally he believed what Zhao Abao said.

I don't know when, snowflakes fell scatteredly, He Rufeng saw the snowflakes, Zhao Abao naturally saw it too, Zhao Abao who saw the snow was suddenly stunned, he took a breath for a long time and said, "husband, do you still remember? Back Mountain of Niu Village, you saved me from a pack of wolves, what did I say?"

Seeing He Rufeng staring at him blankly, Zhao Abao showed a smiley expression, "I forgot, you lost your memory again."

"And?" He Rufeng looked at Zhao Abao, very strange, Zhao Abao used the word "you".

Zhao Abao didn't know what He Rufeng was thinking, as if he remembered something, the corners of his lips curled up, "Yes! The husband at that time was really cute."

"Cute? Am I not cute?" He Rufeng said angrily.Even though He Rufeng is as white as white paper at this time, he doesn't like others to say that he is cute.To describe him as cute is to step on He Rufeng's thunder point.

"Okay, okay, not cute, not cute, but mighty and domineering!" Zhao Abao said insincerely when he saw that He Rufeng looked like a little tiger with fur.

"You said I saved you? Or are you among the wolves?" He Rufeng asked curiously after being patted down.After all, in his opinion, the powerful Zhao Abao was rescued by him, so he must have been very powerful before.

"Yes! You were like a god at that time, very powerful, very powerful!" Zhao Abao said in a low voice, with an indescribably sad tone.

"Ah Choo." He Rufeng couldn't help but sneezed, he was too cold to deal with Zhao Abao's sadness.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger. Although they hid in the tree hole as soon as it snowed, it was still very cold.

When Zhao Abao saw this, he realized his negligence. He quickly took out a cloak and covered He Rufeng with self-blame.

He didn't know that He Rufeng would be afraid of the cold. After all, not to mention that He Rufeng himself is a foundation builder, after all, this formation is weird.It is said that when he picked up He Rufeng in Qingniu Village, He Rufeng would turn into a tiger, and the tiger is afraid of the cold, which is really unreasonable.

But now He Rufeng is in human form, and he has forgotten the past, and thinks that he is a mortal from the bottom of his heart.Feeling cold, Zhao Abao didn't think it was strange at all.

He Rufeng was wearing the fur of an unknown animal, and his body was warm.The warm He Rufeng didn't feel cold all of a sudden.I finally asked what I always wanted to ask, "What did you say after I saved you from the wolves."

"It's nothing, I just want to watch the snow with you." Zhao Abao said lightly, but He Rufeng could still hear the melancholy inside.

He Rufeng thought that Zhao Abao at that time must not be as simple as watching the snow with him!

But he forgot?How did you forget it?He Rufeng rubbed his brows, thinking hard, thinking hard, in the distant depths, he seemed to hear a sentence, "Husband, it's almost winter, and it's snowing in winter, let's go play snowballs together and make a snowman, okay?"

The tone was cautious, with desperate pleading, and the immaturity of a teenager. It was somewhat similar to the voice of the man in front of him, but not exactly like it.

He Rufeng looked at Zhao Abao, feeling sore for some reason. "How about we make a snowman?" Unable to hold back for a while, He Rufeng asked.

"Husband, do you remember?" Zhao Abao grabbed the corner of He Rufeng's clothes and stared at He Rufeng and asked.

"No, just a sentence floated in my mind." He Rufeng said disappointedly.He thought too, remembered everything.

Zhao Abao let go of He Rufeng in despair, as expected, he was not reconciled, he would rather hit the south wall with one thousandth of hope.

Thinking of it, He Rufeng doesn't just want to make a snowman with him. With He Rufeng's mind, he must know that what he wants is not just to build a snowman with him.At that time, did He Rufeng know what he was thinking?

Know?That's why I taught myself the art of cultivating immortals.

have no idea?So I never gave myself a reply.

Or have you already replied and you don't know?

Unable to figure out why, Zhao Abao scratched his hair and prepared to practice his sword, so as not to let himself think about it.

"Don't Abao want to build a snowman?" He Rufeng asked at a loss because he didn't know Zhao Abao's entanglement.

"Think about it! Let's build a snowman!" Zhao Abao looked into He Rufeng's expectant eyes, then looked at the snow-white ground before he knew it, and finally suppressed the idea of ​​practicing swords and agreed.

"Oh yeah. We're going to make two, one like me and one like you." He Rufeng happily grabbed a handful of snow and squeezed it into a ball shape.

Looking at He Rufeng who was seriously planning to build two snowmen, Zhao Abao once again recognized He Rufeng's sense of responsibility. As long as He Rufeng is sure that the two are husband and wife in He Rufeng's heart, He Rufeng will always do his best to his other half.This seems to be the gentle persistence in his bones.

Whether it is the powerful He Rufeng before amnesia, or the naive and ignorant He Rufeng after amnesia.

This is also where the contradiction between the two lies. Such He Rufeng will never be able to make Zhao Abao understand that He Rufeng takes care of him and treats him well, whether it is love or responsibility.

But now Zhao Abao is no longer entangled. After so many things, Zhao Abao feels that whether it is love or responsibility, as long as He Rufeng's life is his own, it doesn't matter.

He has always wanted He Rufeng's life.

Thinking clearly, Zhao Abao felt that his sword intent had taken another step.

It turns out that the end of destruction is creation.

He Rufeng created himself, he gave himself the confidence and wings to gain a foothold in the cultivation world, and let himself have the strength to stand side by side with him step by step. Although there have been ups and downs and pains, all these sufferings just made them become Better stepping stones.

It turned out that this was the last test for a sword cultivator to realize his sword intent. If Zhao Abao had compromised with despair and trapped him and He Rufeng in Qingniu Village, even if he had an innate sword body and a natural sword cultivator, he would still be in the state of art in this life .It is no longer possible to break through the state of mind.

Zhao Abao was extremely glad that they entered the reincarnation formation at this time.

Zhao Abao felt that his mind was more clear at this time.

"A Bao, do you think this snowball is big?" He Rufeng's excited voice came.

"Well, big." Zhao Abao looked at He Rufeng, who was seriously rolling the snowball, and followed him to build the snowman's round belly.

Put He Rufeng's round ball on the snowman's belly, and Zhao Abao also found two black stones to make the snowman's eyes.

"Nose, nose, the snowman doesn't have a nose yet." Seeing that the pile was almost finished, He Rufeng walked around the snowman, touched his nose, rolled another small ball seriously, pressed it in the middle of the snowman's head, and Carefully draw a smiling mouth for the snowman with the branches on the ground.

After turning around several times, He Rufeng carefully selected a branch similar to the sword from not far away, and carefully inserted it into the snowman's body.

"Abao, do you look like you?" He Rufeng clapped his hands, grabbed Zhao Abao's sleeve, and asked happily.

"..." Zhao Abao looked at the snowman in front of him, so he was the first one to pile up?

Zhao Abao was very sour for a moment, but he still held back and did not show it, he bent his lips and said, "Like, husband, let's make another one of you!"

"Okay! Okay! One me, one you." He Rufeng happily went to snowball again.

After a while, the second snowman was also piled up, and the two snowmen stood side by side.

It was unexpectedly harmonious, as if they were a natural pair.

"Take a piece of clay and make two clay figurines, one is you and the other is me. Break us together, make one with water, and then make one you and one me. There is you in me, and me in you." Zhao Abao I can't help thinking of when I was a child when the farm was slack, my father would always make some mud and talk while making it.

At that time, Ah Mu was not in poor health, and he always accompanied Dad to make clay figurines while doing some needlework. Sometimes, Ah Mu laughed and scolded, and the words "old and unrefined" came from time to time.

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't understand the affection of my father and mother, so I innocently complained to my mother, "I'm a scolder if I don't practice, why are you scolding my father again, Mu?"

After talking, Ah Mu's smile became bigger, and Ah Dad would also smile heartily, make cute little animals for himself with mud, and throw himself into the sky with his arms.And I always giggle heartlessly.

Later, he learned a lot of characters, read a lot of books, and accidentally saw a poem in a collection of poems, which was very close to what Dad said.

You and me, so affectionate

hot as fire

Take a piece of clay, twist a you, and mold a me

Break the two of us together

reconcile with water

Squeeze another you, and make another me

I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud

You are born with the same quilt, and you die with the same coffin.

At that time, he already knew the taste of love and felt that this poem was very beautiful.

At that time, he thought, "It turns out that all sentient beings in the world look alike!"

Thinking about it now, whether it is the self who knows the taste of love or the self who does not know the taste of love, what he always thinks of at that time is only love and love, forever, forever.

Zhao Abao felt that at this moment, the love he imagined to be the same as his father and mother seemed to have found perfection in himself.

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