Autumn has been a sad and lonely time since ancient times. In this season, especially in the north, the temperature will drop sharply. However, we happened to catch a day with good weather and saw the beautiful scenery of "blue sky and yellow leaves" in the city.
Ye Fan led Xiao Nannan as they walked under the shade of the trees. The two of them changed into casual and modern clothes.
When school was over, students in small groups were uniformly dressed in slightly baggy blue and white sportswear, walking past on orange maple leaves.
Unlike Ye Fan, who seemed a little aimless, these students had clear goals, which were small tricycles carrying food, street vendors and small stationery stores.
The whole street is noisy, or rather lively and full of life.
But a few years ago, Yanjiao was still a satellite town on the outskirts of the main city, and it was unimaginable that it would be so lively.
My parents didn't like the fast pace of big cities, so they didn't want to live with Ye Fan in the main city and chose to stay.
However, Ye Fan had a prediction about the future economic development direction, so he bought two courtyard houses in the capital in advance, thinking that the old couple could grow some Side Dish in a clean environment in the future.
As expected, 1989 happened to catch up with the development wave of the Internet economy and real estate economy, and these satellite towns and urban-rural interface areas were completely included in the new main city planning.
High-rise buildings and public facilities have replaced the original villa areas, old-fashioned communities and self-built houses, which are very different from the past.
"I have included demolition and investment in some real estate. The only thing I missed is that I will be taken to the starry sky by Nine-Dragon Coffin." Ye Fan smiled bitterly.
Although the place had been re-planned, he came back early and could still see some traces of the impression.
It has only been less than ten years, and my parents should still be living in their previous home and have not moved out.
But almost ten years have passed, and even though Ye Fan's current spiritual consciousness can withstand the suppression of the earth's heaven and earth and sweep across the starry sky, he still has not identified the location of his parents.
Just relying on the old Remembrance photo album, I identified the strange and familiar streets and walked step by step towards the home in my impression.
It's a little too unreal.
Ye Fan suddenly had such an illusion.
He has been to different worlds on earth, and can find some spiritual comfort in those similar environments and cultures, countries and regions with the same names, and food with the same taste.
But really when I was making great progress all the way, completely deviating from the planned future, and entering this happy and complete story like the present.
He also felt inexplicably that the soles of his feet were stepping on the clouds, and he was afraid that everything would be like a flower in the sky and a dream.
This has nothing to do with cultivation, and it has nothing to do with Dao mind.
Excitement, guilt, uneasiness, joy. Too many complex emotions and emotions are constantly emerging.
Ye Fan could erase these emotions, but chose to allow them to flourish.
As early as Second Layer of Immortal Platform moves towards the third level of heaven, the monks must cut off their obsessions, break down the most stubborn obsessive obstacles in their hearts, and form pure True-Self Dao Fruit.
He was different, he left behind his obsession and carried it with him all the way, going against the path taken by his predecessors.
If you don't succeed once, then twice, if you don't succeed twice, then three times, so that in the end, Severing the Dao kills not his own way, but Great Dao.
After that, I can still dream about my parents waiting for me to go home, and I can also dream about the words in the series of novels, and even these words become reality.
An empty, dusty courtyard, a moldy and damp bedroom, simple furniture, and spoiled instant noodles.
A man held the diary left by his mother and kept crying out for his parents, like a child with tears flowing down his face.
When I woke up, the tears appeared in reality.
The remaining emotions are fleeting.
He knew that he was afraid at that time, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, and desperately starting from Big Dipper Starfield. In the end, he would be a step too late, and would never find his parents again, and he even placed his hope on Reincarnation.
"Brother." Xiao Nannan called softly.
Ye Fan suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he had walked near a lake at some point. He had been staring at the lake in a daze, and the right hand holding Nannan had unconsciously tightened his grip.
"Sorry." Ye Fan squatted down and rubbed the red mark on the back of Xiao Nannan's hand, and asked, "Brother didn't hurt you, did he?"
Xiao Nannan shook his head and rubbed Ye Fan's face with his little hands. "Brother, don't be afraid. Nannan will always be with you."
"Brother is not afraid." Ye Fan smiled again. He picked up Nannan and pointed to the natural lake in front of him and said:
"It's just that my brother's father used to fish here often, so I thought I would meet him here."
I couldn't help but once again substituted into the text description that never happened. I was extremely fragile and once believed in Reincarnation after my obsession failed, and hoped that Reincarnation really existed, but in the end, I just realized that Reincarnation was empty.
'Relatives. Reincarnation'
Ye Fan looked at Xiao Nannan's face and suddenly felt dazed again. Immediately, he showed a wry smile.
He understands that feeling and also understands that obsession.
"Will my brother's parents hate me?" Xiao Nannan was a little worried and said timidly, "I am very good and obedient. Now I know how to cook and fight monsters."
She was afraid that she was not lovable enough, so she separated from her eldest brother.
"How could it be? It's too late for them to like you, just like my brother." Ye Fan laughed upon seeing this.
The haze caused by the emotional whirlpool just now was swept away.
Ye Fan looked around the lake again, and still didn't see his father. Instead, he found a few familiar neighbor uncles. It seemed that after he left, his father was much less interested in fishing.
He did not stay this time and walked all the way home in the direction of the lake.
The old building with a canvas hanging with the word "Demolish" is only five stories high. The dusty stairs, pulp-covered handrails, and debris and firewood piled in the corridors all indicate that no one wants to manage this building anymore.
Even the voice-activated light reads Gilgamesh, which is obviously a problem with the contact.
But in such a small building, every household is basically filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and some discussions about future planning can also be heard.
It's about to be demolished. Now that I have money, I need to buy a bigger house. I want my children to go to school in the city. I can also trade the minivan I've been driving for half my life for a BMW.
There is only one exception.
Even though other places have been demolished, construction is just about to start here because an old couple refuses to sign the demolition agreement no matter what, because they are worried that their son will not be able to find a home when he returns.
Mount Tai The incident was a big one, and everyone at home and abroad knew about it, but the news did not report it. The son of this family was one of the missing persons.
Everyone tried to persuade me for a long time, but even if they said your child had become an immortal, they still refused to sign at first.
Fortunately, they have been neighbors for decades, and they understand each other with emotion. What's more, some people are counting on this money to save or change their lives. The old couple reluctantly signed the agreement to demolish the house with Yiyi.
"I have contacted a new Hope Project. This money can be used to build a hope primary school in the mountains."
The white-haired old man took off his reading glasses and said, "Everything is packed. Let's move to the courtyard where our son left us tomorrow."
"Okay." Diandian, a woman who was washing vegetables, had her head wet, but not long after, she wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her already moist hands:
"Remember to leave Xiaofan's name, maybe he can use this merit."
"I know, you have said it many times." The old man smiled and said, "Besides, my son has become a god. How can he be embarrassed by being Laozi?"
"It's also good to save some good fortune. Maybe he will be able to study and come back soon. It's a year in the sky and on earth. Don't worry."
Father Ye was relieved, while Mother Ye pursed her lips and nodded.
The rice in Rice Cooker was quickly counted, a plate of fried water spinach and cucumber soup, and three sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the old square table with bumps.
"Let's eat."
The old couple picked up their bowls and chopsticks, but Mother Ye remembered something again.
"It's almost September 15th." Mother Ye picked up a vegetable leaf and murmured, "Those children in the orphanage can use some clothes for winter."
"The clothes only cost a few dollars, and the money is enough. Those kids wrote to us a few days ago, saying that I am suffering from rheumatism. I will find someone to move them here in a few days. Just leave it to me." Father Ye took a mouthful of rice and spoke in a free and easy tone.
"I'll put some plaster on later, and I'll go with you then." Mother Ye glanced at the group photo in the living room.
The clock in the house was ticking, and the sound of pots and pans clattering and washing could be heard from upstairs and downstairs. The neighbor's grandson came back from school and shouted for braised pork.
The old couple stared at the TV at home, watching today's News Broadcast on time.
Just like Mount Tai that year, maybe something was leaked.
But it seems that today is all about foreign news.
[A Mercedes-Benz car lost control and crashed into Vatican City. Hierophant who was attending mass was unfortunately killed. The incident is under further investigation]
[Emergency interruption of a message, a train lost control and crashed into British Museum]
[Yesterday, the green glow on Kunlun Mountain was identified as some kind of optical phenomenon, and the bronze tripod among them was a mirage. Now we have asked Professor Zhang to explain it to us.]
Bang.
Bang bang!
"Did Mrs. Zhang make dumplings for us again?" Mother Ye asked.
"I'll go take a look." Father Ye got up and went to Door Opening, smiling, "I guess it's Lao Li who's here to show off the fish he caught today. In two days, my old rheumatism will be better. I'll kill your majesty."
When the iron door opened, Father Ye's voice suddenly stopped. He blocked the door and remained silent for a long time.
Mother Ye was still looking at News Broadcast, and glanced at Father Ye, who was motionless.
"Who?" she asked, picking up the bowl.
"Dad"
I have heard the voice countless times in the past twenty years, from babbling to a young boy, and then seeing him mature and steady. That call instantly evoked the figure that I thought about day and night from my mind.
Ye's father moved his body tremblingly. His mouth was wide open and his body was shaking uncontrollably. The young man exposed in the gap looked towards Ye's mother with tears streaming down his face.
"Mom!"
The bowls and chopsticks in Ye's mother's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and her expression also froze.
Ye Fan Tears kept falling, and he knelt down tremblingly. "I'm back!"
There were a lot of things he wanted to say along the way, but the moment he typed Door Opening, all his thoughts were empty.
Obviously, my parents should be in their early sixties now, but they look almost the same as they were in their seventies or eighties. They are even mentally haggard, extremely depleted of energy and blood, and their hearts are instantly filled with guilt and sadness.
"Dad! Mom! I am unfilial!"
Ye Fan bit his lip and knocked it directly to the ground, causing the whole old building to tremble suddenly. Many people at home exclaimed that an earthquake was coming.
What spiritual practice, what business association, what Saint Physique, what invincible Celestial Thearch, what future achievements, everything is forgotten.
Ye Fan knows that if one day he steps into the realm of Beyond Sacrificial Dao, everything he has lost can be reappeared in the future time and space, and he also knows that they will also be in the future.
But now, when he saw his parents, he understood that making amends after things happened and achieving perfection now are two completely different concepts.
If you really miss your parents' existence in this life, no matter how you know the future, the regrets in your heart will never be repaired.
His goal of Oldest One practice, life and death, is not to become an immortal, but to return.
"Get up. Son, get up!"
Father Ye burst into tears and was about to faint. He wanted to help Ye Fan, but he stumbled and fell on Ye Fan's body. He firmly grasped the other person's arm with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he let go.
"Just come back. Just come back."
Mother Ye stumbled over, and the three members of the family hugged each other and cried bitterly.
The past is a foregone conclusion, the future cannot be expected, only the present
As long as one of the thousands of lights in this starry sky lights up for you, that's enough.
"Come in. Son, come in first."
There was a Door Opening sound upstairs, and there were also footsteps climbing up the stairs. Ye Mu hurriedly greeted her.
Ye Fan had just stood up when a small hand from behind reached out to touch his cheek and wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.
"Nannan, we're home."
"This?!"
Only then did Father Ye and Mother Ye see that there was a little girl with pigtails behind Ye Fan, her big black eyes looking at them curiously and fearfully.
The two elders were stunned for a moment. Before Ye Fan could introduce him, another shout came from downstairs.
"Have you abandoned your wife?"
Boom!
Ye Fan seemed to have a flash of thunder in his mind. He turned around in shock, and saw Ye Qingxian dressed in white and snowy, pulling Ji Ziyue and standing angrily at the corner.
"I'm just curious about where you the Family is." Ji Ziyue saw all kinds of new things along the way, and he still couldn't calm down. "I didn't say I wanted to be your wife!"
She muttered and looked at the door again, a little surprised that these two ordinary old people were Ye Fan's parents.
"Daughter-in-law?"
"You even have children."
Father Ye and Mother Ye murmured to themselves, laughed stupidly, and got dizzy at the same time, falling backwards.
This is because the heart vessels were damaged and the spirit was affected by great joy.
Ye Fan quickly supported his parents, his eyes filled with anger, and said word by word, "Ye! Qing! Xian!"
"Eh?! Grandpa and grandma, save me!"
"No one can save you today!"
"Grandpa Su and Grandpa Niu, save me!"
What the hell are Grandpa Su and Grandpa Niu?!
Ye Fan's blood pressure rushed to his forehead, and he immediately understood how this girl bypassed All-Heavens City and his own consciousness and brought Ji Ziyue.
Su Niuma!