Luo Chuan hung one hand behind his back, looking at the sky thousands of miles away, his eyes Youyuan were deep, his lips moved gently, and he uttered a soft and soft whisper. His voice was very light, drifting in the wind, hiding endless concerns.
"Nian'an..."
"Thirty years have passed. How are you doing in your distant fairyland?"
"Have you experienced ups and downs, encountered danger, been wronged, or been injured?"
"Are you as smooth and safe as your father expected, and do what you want?"
"Come back when you're tired."
In the small courtyard of Fanchen, the lights are always bright, and it is peaceful and warm every year, waiting for people to return home.
The wind passed through the mountains and fields, and the flowers fell in front of the courtyard. No one answered, only the rustling of the wind responded to the old man's longing.
The years continue to pass, and the sun and the moon continue to change.
Another ten years passed silently and hurriedly through the world.
Forty years of waiting in the mortal world, forty years of sitting alone in the orphanage.
Falling Flower Village has aged another generation. The youth of the past have entered middle age, and the middle age has entered old age. The old ones are constantly withering away, and new ones are constantly being reborn. Only Luo Chuan in the small courtyard behind the mountain is still watching the fireworks, waiting year after year.
Forty years have completely worn away everything in this mortal world.
Luo Chuan's hair is completely white, with no trace of blue hair left. The wrinkles on her face are deeper, and her eyebrows are getting older. Only the gentleness in her eyes remains the same as before and has never changed.
In the past forty years, he still had three meals a day, simple meals, made tea in the morning, and sat quietly in the evening. His days were so dull that they were almost boring, and his loneliness made people feel distressed.
He has long been accustomed to being alone in one house, being alone day and night, and being accustomed to the leisure of having no one to accompany him year after year.
At dusk that day, the twilight was slightly cool, the sun was setting in the west, and half of the sky was dyed red.
On the stone table in the small courtyard was a simple simple meal, two plates of vegetarian dishes, a bowl of white porridge, and a plate of coarse-grain steamed buns. It was light and simple, and it was his diet that had not changed for decades.
Luo Chuan is sitting on the stone bench, with a stable posture, eating slowly, and his movements are calm and gentle, with the peace of mind accumulated over the years.
The evening breeze gently blew through the courtyard, blowing down the trees and flowers, and rustling on the bluestone ground, which was beautiful and lonely.
The years are quiet, and it should have been another ordinary and waveless dusk.
But at this moment, a violent crash suddenly exploded from the closed wooden door of the small courtyard!
The wooden door was an old wooden door that had not been repaired for many years and was already fragile. At this moment, it seemed as if someone had hit it hard with all its strength, causing violent tremors, sawdust flying, and the door bolt breaking!
The dilapidated wooden door suddenly opened inwards!
The sudden loud noise suddenly broke the decades-long peace of the small courtyard. The sharp wind, accompanied by the strong smell of blood, suddenly rushed into the quiet small courtyard!
Blood, hostility, killing, decay, all the violent smells belonging to the fight on the immortal road instantly overwhelmed the fragrance of tea and vegetation in the courtyard!
Luo Chuan stopped eating suddenly. He never raised his eyes, but the calm and peaceful look in his eyes suddenly flashed with a very faint and very deep ripple.
Forty years.
The person he has been waiting for for forty years is back.
The next moment, an extremely embarrassed and shaky figure staggered into the small courtyard!
The man's once-luxurious fairy robe had long been completely torn, covered with dense and hideous cracks, the clothes were charred and torn, stained with solidified black blood and fresh scarlet, and were ragged and tattered, barely covering his body.
All the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be broken, and his body was hunched and trembling. His originally tall and straight figure was now crumbling, as if he would collapse completely if the wind blew.
The man's long hair was messy and disheveled, stained with blood and dust. His once clear, warm and energetic eyebrows were now pale and haggard, his face had no color at all, his lips were chapped and white, and his skin was as pale as paper.
The aura all over the body was chaotic and violent, the immortal power was completely dissipated, the meridians were damaged and broken, the whole body was covered in blood, scarred, and the embarrassment reached the extreme, and the misery reached the extreme.
It is Luo Nian'an who has been away from the mortal world for forty years!
After forty years of wandering on the immortal road, the young boy had long since lost his worldly innocence and grown into an indomitable immortal cultivator. But when he came back now, he was covered in wounds and in a miserable state!
He used up his last bit of strength and stumbled into the small courtyard that he had thought about day and night for forty years. His eyes were fixed on the old and lonely figure in front of the stone table.
Close!
Finally home!
Finally met daddy!
Forty years of ups and downs on the journey to immortality, thirty years of wandering in foreign lands, countless fights and dangers, and countless desperate tribulations. It was all the persistence, all the obsession, and all the forbearance that supported him through all the darkness.
He spent all his remaining body, trampled through thousands of miles of clouds, and forced his way back from the endless and dangerous fairyland battlefield to this small mortal courtyard!
Seeing that familiar figure with silver hair and old An Ran, Luo Nian'an's heartstrings that had been tense for decades suddenly broke completely!
The fatigue, pain, grievance, and despair that had been accumulated for half a lifetime suddenly exploded at this moment!
He could no longer support his shaky body, and his throat violently rolled and tore!
"Pfft!!!"
A mouthful of hot, rich, scarlet blood spurted out crazily from his mouth!
Scarlet blood rained down on the bluestone ground, which was shocking. The strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire courtyard.
Luo Nian'an's whole body was convulsing and shaking violently, his legs were weak, he could no longer stand, and he fell straight forward!
His vision was violently blurred, the sky and the earth were spinning, and all his strength was drained from his body.
In the last moment of his clear consciousness, he exhausted all his life's strength and his last breath, hoarse and broken, with endless choking and guilt, and struggled to spit out two words:
"Dad..."
The moment the voice fell, Luo Nian'an's eyes went completely black, and his consciousness was instantly cleared. His tall and embarrassed body stiffened heavily, and then he fell to the ground, completely unconscious and motionless.
The courtyard fell silent for a moment.
The evening wind stopped, the flowers fell silently, and the sunset was still brilliant all over the sky. But in the whole quiet courtyard, only the ground was covered with dazzling scarlet red, and the young man fell to the ground and passed out, his life and death unknown.
In front of the stone table, Luo Chuan slowly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, raised his eyes slightly, and quietly looked at Luo Nian'an who fell to the ground, covered in blood and scars.
There was no anger, no shock, no blame in his old and gentle eyes.
There is only a gentleness as deep as the sea, and a trace of imperceptible heartache. It seems that he has already known that the path to immortality is never smooth, that geniuses also have their troughs, and that monks cannot escape the fight.
Luo Chuan stood up slowly, bent down, stretched out his old but steady and powerful arms, gently lifted the bloody and cold boy up, and held him firmly in his arms.
Over the past forty years, the little boy who once needed his care and protection has now grown into a tall and straight young man. Even if he is seriously injured and weak, his stature has already surpassed that of his old age.
But in his eyes, no matter the years change, no matter the vicissitudes of his fairyland, Luo Nian'an will always be the child who needs his protection and tolerance.