Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

The old man nodded.

"It should be like this, but he carried a bag, but these days his life is very normal, just chopping firewood, cooking, eating, and resting. Other than that, he has hardly left the Shenshan Temple."

The woman nodded.

"In this case... it really can only be explained by a coincidence. But this coincidence is really an accident. He who was noticed by Scarlet Wangeting, unexpectedly met me like this..."

"You have nothing to do with Scarlet Wan Geting now."

The old man reminded me.

The woman answered lightly.

"Of course I know. Forget it, let's go, the world has nothing to do with me now."

"Then why are you so interested in him?"

"Did I say that?"

The woman looked at the old man. The old man smiled and said nothing, but his expression was obvious.

The woman thought about it and could only say.

"I felt that he had an inexplicable aura that made me feel familiar, so I said a few more words to him, and I also saw him in the live video of Scarlet Wangeting at that time. I remember this person

Yes, other than that, there is nothing superfluous.Well, don't pay attention to him, unless there are some clues about his connection with me later. "

"You seem to subconsciously feel that he must have some connection with you."

The woman had already stood up and put on her clogs in such a weather that she didn't feel cold at all.

Full toes are like budding stamens.

A mountain wind blows.

In fact, it is clear and light.

The woman raised her face inexplicably, and when she turned her head, it was the direction in which the boy left.

It was as if Shanfeng had come here on purpose to tell him that he was gone.

Inexplicable feeling.

Women can only speak.

"A woman's intuition."

……

Xia Chen stepped onto the platform in the dark, and there were not many people there.

Empty platform, dim lights.

A shaky figure.

Xia Chen stood by the platform, quietly waiting for the train to come from afar.

The rails vibrated slightly, and the air was silent.

Xia Chen felt a little bit reluctant, because he knew clearly that this farewell was the last meeting between himself and Chen Deshui.

Although for Chen Deshui, he can't say much friendship and friendship.

But he thinks that such a person, the way he is living now is very interesting, and it is interesting that many people cannot know. They will not think of remote temples in the distant mountains and rivers.

There will be such a man who will live alone and die alone.

The sound of the train approaching seemed to take away Xia Chen's thoughts.

Xia Chen packed her backpack and got on the train. The train didn't stop for a long time, it came and went, just like Xia Chen herself.

- For a long time, Xia Chen didn't feel that he could return to his roots, nor did he feel that there was any place that could be regarded as his home.

Not to mention returning home.

But in the month since he left Zhijiang, Xia Chen knew clearly that he would think of some people and things about Zhijiang.

While laughing dumbfounded, Xia Chen gained a brand new experience and feeling.

That is, in the boring days, start to recall.

In the memory, there are actually some scenes that make me laugh, and there are also scenes that make me suddenly silent.

This is a new experience.

This was also a manifestation of what Xia Chen realized.

The direction of the train is heading towards a place from which there is no escape.

Jiangsu.

This place can be said to be the starting point of Xia Chen's awakening, and it is also the place where Xia Chen came out.

Of course, this place is also a key city that attracts the attention of the whole country. There are countless beautiful scenery here, endless delicious food here, and a bustling nightlife here that you can’t enjoy. Of course, there is also you here.

Endless beauties.

But for Xia Chen, the first memory is here.

He walked out of an alley that was often misty and hazy. He also experienced prosperity there, and he also understood some things there. He chose to let go of everything and then left.

This is a colorful and colorful city for others.

But for Xia Chen, there are memories and the past here.

Maybe the last secret details in my heart exist in this city.

It's not that Xia Chen forgot, it's impossible for him to forget these things, it's just that he wants to look again, maybe people are really of different ages as Chen Deshui said.

different years.

different environments.

After different experiences, there are different feelings.

Xia Chen got out of the car, and this place was completely different from Shenshan City.

Outside the high-speed rail station, it is very lively at a glance.

There are countless taxis, all kinds of chartered cars wandering around, and the drivers of black cars.

Xia Chen ignored their enthusiastic solicitation, and walked in the streets of this city that was very different since he left.

The changes in this city are definitely more than ten times that of Shenshan City.

At that time, the road that I walked around seemed very simple, but now it has become spacious and smooth, and the traffic on the road has hardly stopped.

You don't see a single moment of staying there at all.

The high-rise buildings scattered around seem as if you have walked into a jungle of steel bars.

Here, middle-aged people will wake up to themselves, and young people may lose themselves.

You want to be part of the excitement, but you may end up getting nothing.

You think that the most benevolent thing that God gives you is to give you hope and goals to strive for, but the greatest cruelty is to leave everything and life empty in the future.

Empty your body, spend your years, but it will be nothing after all.

This is what Chen Deshui finally understood.

Xia Chen gave up everything by himself, because he knows that chasing fame and fortune is a never-ending thing. There are many people who understand this truth, but those who can do it are those who can do it like Xia Chen

Not many really.

As Chen Deshui said, they are almost dead, and they are still holding incomparably rich assets and wealth, and they are still thinking about how to hand them over to their next generation perfectly.

He also dreamed of creating an endless family that would be handed down forever and last forever.

In fact, there is no such possibility. In the end, I will leave uncleanly, so why bother.

Xia Chen walked through these strange streets, and later could no longer rely on her own memory.

He could only look at the street signs, and even ask the people around him for directions.

Some places have even changed their names, and some places have already changed their city planning.

Fortunately, some old people still know the old street names that Xia Chen mentioned.

Guide Xia Chen to walk in the direction he wants to go.

But the further you go, the less hope you have in your heart.

Because there are shopping malls, squares, commercial streets, shops, office buildings, and nightclubs everywhere.

Those ancient memories seem to be gradually covered by these things, and they can't even see a shadow.

Until he finally bypassed a park and came to a seemingly remote and winding street.

Not long after, he saw a familiar yard.

To Xia Chen's surprise.

Just the yard, nothing has changed.

Brick and tile houses.

Even that threshold, even that stepped brick.

Nothing has changed.

Really nothing has changed.

……

16 The pavilion is like a cover──

This courtyard is so familiar.

Sometimes, I see familiar, almost unchanged scenes.

It feels like time travel.

It's as if you are standing there, but the time has returned to the era of the memories you cherished many years ago.

The courtyard door in front of Xia Chen seemed to open out of thin air.

Inside, a young man wearing the simple gray clothes of that era could be seen sitting on a bench.

Watching a boy reading a book shaking his head.

Xia Chen turned her head.

It's as if I saw those familiar vendors selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and sugar water, and I could hear the sound of shouting in my ears.

There were no cars, no other strange noises.

It seems that there are only the hurried footsteps of that era, and the innocent laughter of children.

But the next moment.

All the scenes, just like when they arrived, receded quickly like the tide.

The memory fades away little by little, and the picture of the memory seems to disappear little by little.

What appeared in front of him was still the wooden door with a thick lock.

There is the sound of water dripping from the corners of the eaves on the stone road.

There seems to be no more.

Xia Chen seemed to have no reason to go in other than climbing over the wall.