Chapter 1612: Let’s have a moment with yourself

Wang Lin left Zhao State, this was the 35th year or this autumn.

In the autumn of the country where the fire burns, the autumn wind blows across the sea, blows through the world, and falls on the country of Zhao. It is already winter. Looking around, the entire country of Zhao is covered with snow, as if wearing a white cotton jacket, endless.

Only the traces of the two rows of carriages in the official road on the ground gradually faded away with the creaking sound.

Following this official road, you can see an inn. The inn is pressed by thick white snow in the snow. It is a bleak and there is no one inside.

Most of the inn had collapsed more than ten years ago. After injured several people who stayed here, the store got into a lawsuit and died in prison. As for the young man who was back then, he left sadly. Now he has gone, and has taken root, or is still alive, or has died.

Over time, this inn that had drunken the great scholars of Zhao State in the early years gradually became a ruin. Next to the official road, the wind and rain were blowing and falling.

The carriage stopped when passing by the inn. The cover curtain of the carriage was lifted up, and a burst of heat radiated from the inside. It disappeared shortly in this cold world.

An old man in white clothes fell from the cover curtain to the abandoned inn under the white blood pressure, and his eyes showed recollection. After a long time, he sighed and lowered the cover curtain.

"Wan'er, there was an inn here in the early years, and I woke up here." The old voice came from the carriage, and the carriage gradually galloped towards the distance.

As we walked away, the sound in the carriage gradually became weaker, and finally covered the world with the snowflakes, and everything became blurred. Only the whistling of the cold wind was still blowing, as if it was exhausted.

The old man's time is short. You can count your return date, silently watch the blue sky and white clouds, and watch the snowflakes fall. Similarly, the old man's time is also infinite. What is infinite is his memory, and he can forget the return date in his memory.

The carriage was not fast. In the bumpy road, he slowly walked towards the small mountain village under Hengyue Mountain. At the second sunset and dusk, the snow was still falling, getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping.

The heavy snow blocked the mountain and even more blocked the earth. Only this carriage galloped silently on the ground, getting closer and closer to the mountain village.

Until dusk passes and evening comes, the mountain village in the wind and snow is far away, and the mountain village in the snow looks quiet from a distance, especially in the evening, even the big dogs who are usually very agile are huddled in their nests. Even if they hear the crunching wheels sent by the wind and snow, they are unwilling to look up and call a few times.

Every household is next to the ignited stove. On this cold winter night, warm the fire and warm the heart with family. The double warmth of the heart and body can make the mortals in the world no longer cold in the winters again and again.

Among the many houses in the mountain village, there is a house with two big dogs crawling together to keep warm. In addition, it is snow.

In the yard, there was a faint flame that shone out the withered yellow window paper, scattered in the yard, igniting the color of the white snow to dim, as if the tired sunset was struggling, slowly lowering her head and going back.

In the fire, you can see a hunched figure behind the window paper. The figure shrank, holding a thin fire pole in his hand, fiddling with the candlelight, wanting to make the candlelight brighter.

It was an old man, an old man with wrinkles on his face and even his eyes could not be opened. He sat there, staring blankly at the candlelight. After a long time, he tightened his cotton jacket tightly and looked down at his right wrist.

He is a great blessing.

"It's been many years... He should be back soon..." Dafu looked at his right wrist, and there was a golden handprint, gently stroking the handprint. Dafu's eyes showed memories.

He had been waiting here for thirty-five years. He always remembered that Wang Lin told him before leaving that he would come back and let him wait here and wait forever.

"He said that there is no second thirty-eight years in his life, and he is coming back soon..." Dafu looked tired and stood up with a crutch and was about to rest, but at this moment, the two frozen big dogs in the yard who were reluctant to speak began to whimper.

The creaking sound of the carriage wheels pressing against snow came faintly, and finally stopped outside the yard. The carriage door opened, and Wang Lin walked off the carriage in the wind and snow, holding the shaft of the carriage.

Behind him, Li Muwan, who had become an old woman, walked off the carriage with a soft smile, stood with Wang Lin, looking at the yard and the house with lights in the yard.

With a creaking sound, the door of the house was pushed open from the inside. Dafu stared blankly at the outside of the yard, Wang Lin was placed behind the wind and snow, and grinned.

"I'm back." Wang Lin looked at Dafu, who was also old, and spoke with a smile.

The wind and snow are even heavier.

But in the snowy yard, the fire became strong. In the cold, the master and servant met again after thirty-five years.

That night, the cold wind whistled and the snow fell a lot, but the three people in the room did not feel the cold, but turned the warmth.

Until early morning, snowflakes gradually fade away, falling sporadically, and the sun shines on the earth. Although it cannot integrate the snow, it will make people feel refreshed.

Especially the sunlight fell on the snow, making the earth faintly dazzling. The light shone, making people feel a little confused at first glance. On the morning of this day, Wang Lin took Li Muwan and Dafu, and the three of them to the cemetery of Wang Lin's parents in the village.

Kneeling in front of the tomb, Li Muwan also knelt aside and accompanied Wang Lin. The two of them were silent in front of the tomb for a long time.

"Dad, mom, her name is Li Muwan, it's your daughter-in-law... I'll take her to see you." Wang Lin did not cry, did not cry, and took Li Muwan's hand and bowed to the tomb spirit.

A few days later, in the wind and snow, the carriage left the mountain village and headed towards Sucheng.

On the carriage, Wang Lin lifted the curtain and looked back at the home gradually hiding in the snow. In front of him, seventy-three years ago, he was carrying a bamboo bookcase alone. Under the kind eyes of his parents, he had to look back every few steps until he could not see his parents. Then he finally turned his head and walked step by step towards the future.

At that time, he was still ignorant. He didn't know where his future path was. He just knew that he wanted his parents to live a good life in the future and let his relatives look up at his family.

Now, he sat in the carriage and watched, the scenes of the past gradually blurred until they were replaced by wind and snow. With a sigh, Wang Lin lowered the cover curtain.

The carriage is gone.

In the spring of the seventy-fourth year, the carriage came to Sucheng.

In the spring of Sucheng, everything revived, especially after the snow water melted, the fragrance of soil and grass penetrated into the heart and was unforgettable.

Wang Lin is very familiar with this smell. He looked for the fragrance. Just like when Wang Lin first came to Sucheng, he rented a pleasure boat, bought osmanthus wine, and sat on the pleasure boat with Li Muwan, drinking wine, watching the sunset, and savoring the rest of his life.

Dafu was still like he was back then, sitting aside, looking at Wang Lin, with a happy smile on his face.

"This is a date, he will definitely come." Wang Lin held the wine pot. He was already in his twilight years. There were more old people spots on his hands and darker colors. He took the wine pot and took a sip.

The sound of the piano echoed, but it was Li Muwan who played the strings.

As the days passed day by day, the spring in Sucheng quietly passed by a few months later, and it was June of the year again.

This is June of the 75th year, and willow catkins are flying again. Wang Lin sat at the bow of the boat, drank osmanthus wine, and laughed loudly.

"The heaven and earth are the backward journey of all things... Time is the passerby of generations... and life is like a dream, for joy... and for joy..." Wang Lin smiled long, and the pleasure boat was along the river, in front of it, there was a stone bridge. There was no one on the bridge, but there was a white bird in the sky on the bridge.

The bird has not appeared for a long time. After it appears at this moment, it circulates on the stone bridge. Gradually, the streets around the bridge seem to become blurred, as if everything in the world is blurred and cannot be seen clearly at this moment.

Only the stone bridge and the pleasure boat are particularly conspicuous in the paintings of the world.

As the pleasure boat approached, Wang Lin's eyes showed the brightest light in more than seventy years. He stood up and looked at the stone bridge with bright eyes.

"Here you..." Wang Lin murmured.

At this moment, I saw the white bird roaring and falling from the sky on the stone bridge, turning into a white crystal light, spreading out. From a distance, it seemed to have become a white vortex.

A person slowly walked out of the vortex.

This is a young man with white hair and a cold expression, and he looked around in a daze. Until the boat got closer and closer, the young man's eyes suddenly looked directly at the boat and Wang Lin on the boat.

The two of them gathered together in the blur of heaven and earth. In an instant, it seemed as if time had stopped passing, or in other words, the time in this dream had indeed stopped completely.

Li Muwan's hands as she played the piano solidified, and the sound of the piano disappeared. Dafu sat aside, looking at his right wrist, motionless. The surrounding river water dissipated, and the willow catkins in the sky no longer danced, but floated in the air, solidifying and motionless.

Everything, the world and all things, paused completely at this moment.

Only the young man on the stone bridge and only the Wang Lin on the bow of the boat are as old as before.

"Why just come and have a glass of wine with yourself?" Wang Lin smiled and sat aside.
Chapter completed!