Leaving home quietly and silently.
Inside the house, Luo Chuan, who was sitting quietly under the eaves, had already woken up.
He already knew it from the moment Luo Nian'an stood up.
It's just that Luo Chuan never raised his head, never stopped him, he just sat quietly on the old wooden chair, his silver hair fluttering gently in the cool morning breeze, and a light layer of loneliness enveloped his whole body.
It wasn't until the young figure completely disappeared at the end of the mountains and fields, completely dissipated in the mist between heaven and earth, that Luo Chuan slowly raised his eyes and looked at the empty sky in the distance.
For a long time, Luo Chuan raised his head slightly, took a deep breath of warm breath, his old eyes concealed the vicissitudes of life and all kinds of helplessness, and murmured softly:
"It's all cause and effect."
Children and grandchildren have their own paths. Everything is destiny and no one can control it at all.
He could survive his temporary life, but he could not survive his lifelong journey. He could survive his serious injuries, but he could not survive his destiny.
Since then, the small courtyard has returned to deathly silence, with no more laughter from young people and no more companionship of warmth.
Cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes.
The years are like silent water, quietly washing away all things in the world. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
Ten years of mortal life are enough to turn the sea into mulberry fields, make young people grow old, and turn all the prosperity into dust and smoke.
The once lively and simple mountain village has long since changed.
The neighbors and villagers who met and accompanied Luo Chuan back then were all unable to survive the passing of their mortal lives. They withered away year by year and died one after another.
In such a large village, there are only a few people and the vegetation grows wildly. The atmosphere of the past fireworks has completely dissipated, leaving only desolation and silence.
Only this small courtyard halfway up the mountain remains the same, peaceful and peaceful year after year, preserved by the gentleness of the years.
And Luo Chuan, who looked like a man in his sixties, has completely entered his seventies.
At the age of seventy, his back was completely stooped, his steps were getting slower and slower, and his silver hair was as white as frost, without a trace of color.
The wrinkles on his face are deeply stacked and covered with years of wind and frost. The warmth in his eyes is still the same, but there is a hint of the weariness and loneliness of an old man.
Luo Chuan still deliberately seals up his supreme immortal power and is willing to be an old man in the mortal world and grow old slowly along with the longevity of a mortal.
Day after day, I guarded this empty courtyard, waiting for the wanderer who had not returned for ten years.
It was a late autumn afternoon, the autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves were flying.
On the mountain road, a middle-aged figure walked over the fallen leaves, carrying a fat elk that had just been hunted on his shoulders. His steps were steady, his eyebrows were steady, and he had long since lost the childishness of his youth.
It's Da Hu.
The ignorant and naughty young man in the mountain village in the past is now over fifty. At fifty years old, his face is calm and his temples are quietly stained with a few rays of frosty white. He has become the only remaining resident of this deserted mountain village and the only old friend who still comes to visit Luo Chuan from time to time.
Da Hu, who is familiar with the door and knows the way, pushed open the ajar door and stepped into the courtyard. He gently placed the elk on his shoulders on the bluestone ground. He looked at Luo Chuan, who was sitting alone under the eaves and basking in the warm sun. His eyes were full of respect and distress, and he spoke loudly:
"Uncle Luo!"
"This is the elk I hunted in the mountains this morning. The meat is rich and plump. I brought it to you. You can dry it into dried meat. It will be enough for you to eat for a while in the cold autumn and winter."
Luo Chuan slowly raised his eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his old face, he nodded slightly, his voice was hoarse and gentle. "Thank you for your hard work, Da Hu."
Luo Chuan raised his trembling hand and took out some prepared broken silver from his arms, and handed it over. "Take it, take this little silver back. You have to work hard to hunt in the mountains and support your family."
Da Hu Seeing this, he waved his hands quickly and declined quickly, with a sincere and sincere tone. "Uncle Luo, absolutely no! I absolutely cannot accept your money!"
"Back then, my family was poor and my parents were sick. It was you who always supported me, gave me food and medicine, and protected my family from growing up safely."
"I will never be able to fully repay your kindness to our family in my lifetime. How can I accept your money from a mere wild deer?"
Decades of kindness, Da Hu will always be engraved in our hearts and never dare to forget.
After the words fell, Da Hu looked at Luo Chuan's increasingly old and frail appearance, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, and he whispered:
"Uncle Luo, you are getting older now and your body is not as strong as before. In previous autumns and winters, you always liked to drink a few drinks to warm yourself up. This year, drink less. Just warm yourself up and don't hurt your body."
Luo Chuan Hearing this, he nodded gently, his eyebrows softened. "Okay, I listen to you, I won't drink today."
Da Hu agreed with a smile, casually pulled the wooden chair in the courtyard and sat down, picked up the stoneware water glass next to the table, poured a bowl of cold boiled water, and drank it all.
The small courtyard is quiet and lonely, with the autumn wind rustling and fallen leaves flying.
After a moment of silence, Da Hu couldn't hold back the concern in his heart after all. He raised his eyes to look at the empty mountain road outside the hospital and asked softly, with a tone that was a little hopeful and a little sad. "Uncle Luo, Nian'an... Nian'an, hasn't he come back yet?"
He asks this question almost every year.
It's been ten years, year after year, and I haven't seen anyone back.
Luo Chuan Looking at the bleak autumn scenery and the endless mountain road outside the courtyard, the tenderness in his eyes gradually dimmed. He shook his head gently, his voice was calm, hiding behind ten years of lonely waiting.
"He went to cultivate immortality."
"I came back once many years ago and stayed for two months, then left again and never moved again."
Luo Chuan lightly ignored the destruction of the Pill Sun Sect, Luo Nian'an was burdened with the dangerous past of the Blood Sea deep hatred, and did not mention the killings on the immortal road, Blood Sea grievances, and did not want to let the mortal people be tainted by the dangerous disputes.
Da Hu Hearing this, he sighed heavily, his eyes full of sadness and melancholy.
Looking up at the distant sky where the sky is high and the clouds are clear, I remember witnessing the stunning appearance of Luo Nian'an walking on the road to immortality when I was young. I remember my yearning and obsession with immortality, and I couldn't help but sigh.
"Well, when I was young, I always thought that immortality could be sought and the great road could be expected. I thought that I would be able to enter the immortal path in the future, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and live forever."
"Only now, when I am fifty, do I fully understand that cultivating immortality is ultimately about destiny and fate, and you cannot force it."
"I am originally an ordinary person with no immortal roots. Dao-Less Realm is destined to be trapped in the mortal world in the mountains and wilds all my life. I am born, old, sick and die, and live in fireworks. This is my fate."
Life is a big dream, young ambitions are ultimately not worth the fate of destiny.
The two of them sat quietly in the courtyard and chatted for a long time.
The changes in Liaoshan Village, the departure of old friends, the ruthlessness of the years, a few words, all reflect the vicissitudes of time and the regret of half a lifetime.
It wasn't until the sun set in the west, dusk began to rise, and the autumn wind in the mountains became increasingly chilly that Da Hu stood up to say goodbye.
"Uncle Luo, it's getting late. I'm going back first. I'll come see you another day."
"Slow down on the road."
Luo Chuan stood up slowly, hunched his back, and watched him leave.
Da Hu turned around and walked out of the courtyard, disappearing step by step at the end of the mountain road filled with fallen leaves.
In such a large courtyard, Luo Chuan was once again the only one left, standing alone and surrounded by shadows.
Luo Chuan stood quietly in the courtyard, looking at the end of the empty mountain road. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only a long silence.