Renegade Immortal

Time passed in this warmth. When the autumn leaves were fluttering again that year, Wang Lin and Liu Mei had completely aged. Their child Wang Ping came back occasionally over the years, but each time he did not stay for too long. Then he left in a hurry.

The two old men were sitting in the yard. Liu Mei smiled and looked at Wang Lin opposite. Wang Lin had a wood carving in his hand. He looked at Liu Mei and was carving for her what might be the last wood carving in their lives.

The wood carving gradually took shape in Wang Lin's hands, gradually outlining the appearance of Liu Mei, but it was not as gray-haired as it is now, but as beautiful as it was on the second day of their wedding.

"I know that even if you have never spoken to me in your life, you are not a mute ghost..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin, looking at the sculpture that was slowly taking shape in his hand, her eyes showing gentleness.

Wang Lin looked up at Liu Mei, with a smile on his face, and shook his head, but still did not speak.

On the third day after the statue was carved, Liu Mei fell ill. She was lying on the bed, her old face still showing the beauty of her youth. She held Wang Lin's hand sitting beside the bed and never let go.

"I know, I am not a dumb person..."

"Do you still remember the first time we met? At that time, we were looking at the sky. I was curious about what we were looking at, so we came to look at it together. d

But I didn't see anything. Before I left, he suddenly spoke, and my first words... I remember, I remember..." Liu Mei looked at Wang Lin, the tenderness in her eyes was like water.

"With me, I am your wife...and my father-in-law...this is a destined fate." Liu Mei murmured, the smile on her face became softer. She looked at Wang Lin, as if immersed in the memory.

Wang Lin also laughed, and he held Liu Mei's hand without letting go.

The two of them looked at each other like this, Liu Mei always talking, talking about her whole life, when she was a boy, when she got married, and when she got married, she fell in love with Wang Ping.

"Ping'er is a good boy, but when he grows up, he has his own way... We can't let him stay with us forever... After I leave, there will be only one person left to take care of him.

Wang Lin shook his head and looked at Liu Mei with soft eyes.

Liu frowned as she spoke, until the night passed, until the early morning sunshine fell, and the autumn wind blew the withered yellow leaves whirling around the sky and the earth. There was confusion in Liu's eyebrows. She took Wang Lin's hand and suddenly held it hard.

Her wrinkled face was now rosy, as if reflected in the light,

It was as if this weak body had been injected with vitality again.

"I saw it... Wang Lin, I saw it..." She struggled to sit up, with surprise on her face, pointing to the sky outside the window, and said quickly to Wang Lin.

"I saw what was in the sky when we were there, I really saw it! I saw someone in the sky, there was me...

I see... we are immortals... I... I..." Liu frowned, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes. She saw a scene that made her heartache.

"I...how could this happen..."..." There were more tears in Liu Mei's eyes.

"Everything is over..." Wang Lin pulled Liu Mei's hand and spoke his first words after they got married. His voice was hoarse and contained softness.

That night, when Wang Ping and his wife resigned from their official positions and returned to their hometown, preparing to accompany their parents all the time, he saw in the room that his parents had passed away as if they were sleeping, with smiles on their faces.

He stood blankly in front of his parents for a long, long time, with tears streaming down his face... His parents' faces and the past at that time appeared in his mind.

After their parents were buried, Wang Ping and Qing Yi lived in this old house until the years passed, until they grew old, and until they closed their eyes.

In the cave that Thirteen was guarding, Wang Lin and Liu Mei were sitting cross-legged, eyes closed. Between them, there was a rotating bead, which emitted a faint light and seemed to connect the two of them together.

On this day, Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside him for a long, long time.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, with tears streaming down her face. She also opened her eyes and looked at Wang Lin. Their gazes were just like those in the dream, as if they wanted to last forever.

"Is it over..." Mu Bingmei murmured.

"It's over, close your eyes, and when you open them again, everything will be a new beginning..." Wang Lin said softly. He knew that the woman in front of him had complicated feelings for him, but no matter how complicated she was, she was still relaxed after all. Don't open your hand.

Mu Bingmei looked at Wang Lin in confusion. She didn't know what Wang Lin meant by his words, but she closed her eyes obediently, blocking the flow of tears for a moment.

"Open your eyes..." A familiar voice came to her ears.

When she opened her eyes, she saw it.