Thirty Years of Spring and Autumn, Winter and Summer, Over Ten Thousand Days and Nights of Solitary Vigil
After being transformed into a mortal for a hundred years, Luo Chuan has already seen through the reincarnation of the mortal world. Birth, old age, illness and death, joys and sorrows are all normal in the human world.
But if you see through it, you will still feel compassion in your heart, and you will still lament the ruthlessness of the years.
Within a moment, Luo Chuan arrived at Da Hu's home.
It's an ordinary farmhouse courtyard, simple and crude, with clothes hanging to dry in the courtyard, and a faint bitter smell of herbs filling the air.
Neighbors and villagers had already gathered inside and outside the hospital. They all expressed regret and sighed in low voices. No one spoke loudly, and the atmosphere was so depressing that one could hardly breathe.
Everyone knows that Brother Wang has worked hard and been kind all his life. Now that his end is approaching, it is really sad and regrettable.
When everyone saw the silver-haired Luo Chuan walking slowly, they all took the initiative to get out of the way, their eyes full of respect.
For thirty years, Luo Chuan has lived in seclusion in the small courtyard behind the mountain. He has not been involved in worldly affairs, is gentle to others, and has an indifferent temperament. Throughout Falling Flower Village, he is like an elder and sage.
Whenever folks and neighbors have difficult knots, trivial worries, or family affairs, they always ask Luo Chuan to come and take care of them.
Luo Chuan nodded slightly, gestured gently, and walked into the house.
The room was dark and simple, with weak light. The smell of herbs mixed with the smell of time and decay in the air hit your face.
On the bed, there was a dying old man lying.
In the past, Brother Wang, who was tall and strong, could carry heavy objects on his shoulders, and cultivate fertile fields with his hands, was now skinny and skinny, with a sallow and dry complexion.
Wrinkles covered the entire face, his eyes were cloudy and dull, his breathing was weak and rapid, and every breath was extremely laborious, as if he would be completely cut off in the next second.
After not seeing each other for just a few years, the years had worn this old man into disgrace, and he had lost even half of his former high-spiritedness.
When he was dying, the old man could no longer see the people around him clearly, and his hearing became increasingly weak. He could only murmur intermittently and intermittently.
Luo Chuan walked slowly to the bed, leaned over slightly, his gentle eyes fell on the old man's aging face, and he spoke softly, his voice gentle and low, with the power to soothe people. "Brother Wang, I'm here."
This gentle and familiar voice seemed to penetrate through the fog and fall into the old man's chaotic consciousness.
Brother Wang, who was dying with his eyes closed, turned his turbid eyes slightly, and struggled to open an eyelid. His scattered eyes struggled to focus, and fell on Luo Chuan's silver-haired, gentle and vicissitudes of face.
In an instant, a faint light appeared in the old man's dry eyes.
Brother Wang used the last strength of his body and raised his dry hand slightly, trying to touch the person in front of him. He made a hoarse and broken breath in his throat, which was intermittent and extremely weak.
"Luo... Brother Luo... you are here."
Luo Chuan leaned forward slightly, gently stretched out his hand, and firmly held the old man's thin and cold palm. The palm was warm, and it steadily contained the other's last weak strength.
"I'm here." Luo Chuan responded softly.
After receiving a response, Brother Wang's muddy eyes fell with two lines of muddy old tears, his chapped lips trembled slightly, and he whispered intermittently:
"This life... is worth it... it's just a pity... I never got to see Nian An again... that baby back then... was so good... so sensible..."
Thirty years.
Everyone in the village thought that Luo Nian'an, who was gifted with extraordinary talent and embarked on the path to immortality, had already attained immortality, transcended the mortal world, and would never return to this remote Falling Flower Village.
Everyone in the world knows that the road to immortality is ruthless, and the path to immortality is different. Once you step on the path of immortality, you will end the mortal world.
Who still remembers that gentle, well-behaved and sensible young man who was guarding the courtyard back then?
Luo Chuan Listening to the old man's weak murmur, a deep softness flashed across his eyes, and he said softly, "It's okay, I wish you well. He is far away, and he will be safe and smooth every year."
A simple sentence of relief, but it is the deepest expectation in Luo Chuan's heart.
As if he had heard the most reassuring words, Brother Wang's face, which had been tense for a long time, slowly relaxed, all the worries between his brows disappeared, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face.
The worries that had accumulated in my heart for thirty years have finally settled, and there are no regrets anymore.
Brother Wang gently squeezed Luo Chuan's warm palm, his breathing gradually became long and gentle, and his cloudy eyes slowly closed.
The next second, the weak breath suddenly stopped, and then completely disappeared without a trace.
The skinny palm slipped gently and fell weakly on the side of the bed.
His eyes were closed tightly, his face was calm and serene, and there was no longer any pain or struggle.
Live a life of diligence and kindness, and finally end up peacefully and die in peace.
"Dad!!!"
"Daddy... wuwuwuwuwu..."
Da Hu, who was holding back his tears, could no longer hold back, and his shrill cries suddenly burst out, heartbreaking, and resounded throughout the entire courtyard.
The neighbors and villagers outside the courtyard also had red eyes, sobbed softly, and sighed with regret one after another. A sad atmosphere enveloped the entire courtyard.
The most common farewell and the most helpless life and death in the world are vividly displayed at this moment.
Luo Chuan slowly retracted his hand, stood up straight, looked at the old man who passed away peacefully on the bed, and sighed softly.
A soft sigh hides all the vicissitudes of the mortal world for thirty years and the helplessness of reincarnation in the world.
He had no words, just stood quietly for a moment, nodded slightly to the deceased old man, and paid the most simple respect.
Being kind for half your life and stable for the rest of your life is the best destination for mortals.
After a moment, Luo Chuan turned around, raised his calloused palms with age wrinkles, and gently patted the shoulders of Da Hu, who was kneeling in grief and crying.
"The deceased is gone, I mourn and accept the change."
The gentle and hoarse voice penetrated the noisy crying and fell steadily into Da Hu's ears, bringing with it the power to soothe sadness.
Da Hu cried endlessly and was heartbroken. For thirty years, father and son had been together. Once Heavenly Human Realm were separated forever, how could it not hurt, how could it not hurt.
Luo Chuan didn't persuade me much.
The pain of life, separation and death, all the words of others are in vain, only you can slowly digest and let go.
He stood quietly for a moment, looking at the grieving neighbors in the courtyard, looking at Da Hu who was crying bitterly, and finally turned around and slowly walked out of the small house filled with farewells.
The warm breeze outside the house is still there, the falling flowers are still there, and the sunshine is still warm and bright.
But there is already an old friend missing from the world.
Stepping out of the room and leaving the room full of sadness, Luo Chuan raised his eyes and looked at the distant and boundless sky.
The sky is vast and vast, the clouds are rolling, and the wind is passing without a trace. Under the vast blue sky, there is an endless and distant fairyland, which is the distance that the young man has been rushing to for thirty years.
During thirty years of spring, autumn, cold and heat, more than 10,000 people waited in solitude day and night.
He never took the initiative to explore, never deliberately inquired, but his thoughts never stopped for a moment.
The wind blew his silver hair and fluttered his thin green clothes. The old man stood in the courtyard, his figure was lonely and thin, and his back was stained with the vicissitudes of time.
Luo Chuan took a deep breath of hot air, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, and said, "The cycle of life and death... is this life and death?"