Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Yi Shuyuan and A Fei stayed in front of the grave for a long time, clearing all the weeds around them.

The emotion of grief was very strong when it came, but it gradually eased down at this moment. This was a strong emotion coming from the body. However, even though the grief was at this point, Yi Shuyuan tried his best to search for the memories that emerged, but he could not remember the appearance of his parents.

"Senior, there is no resurrection after death, please forgive me."

After clearing away the weeds and sitting in front of the grave, A Fei finally couldn't help but cautiously said these words.

Yi Shuyuan touched his bruised forehead and let out a long sigh, staring at the tombstone in trance.

Did I occupy the body of the son of my father and mother in the tomb, or did the idiot's soul fly to another world and live another period of Yi Shuyuan's life?

Yi Shuyuan felt like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

"Let's go to my house."

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan already knew the road, and there was a vague sense of familiarity in his eyes. There was no need to find Yuanjiang County first, and there was no need for Ah Fei to find the way. He stood up and walked in front, and Ah Fei naturally followed him immediately. .

"Senior, can I carry you on my back?"

"No, I want to go by myself."

Yi Shuyuan glanced back at the hills behind him, walking on this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain road, walking step by step towards the mountain village. Looking in the direction of his sight, by the river at the foot of the mountain, a village with hidden cooking smoke came into view.

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Among the haystacks at the entrance of the village, a group of children were playing and divided into two sides. The snowball fights between them were fierce. The childish shouts such as "Hey ha" and "Watch the ball" seemed to be trying to simulate the two armies. The momentum of confrontation.

"There's someone over there!"

"Oh, you're still throwing it away?"

I don't know which child shouted, and the children stopped one after another. But when one child didn't take his hand, he immediately threw the snowball into pieces.

It wasn't until Yi Shuyuan and Ah Fei, who were walking down the mountain road, came closer that the group of children having a snowball fight really stopped and looked at the visitor curiously. Are there any outsiders in this cold weather?

Yi Shuyuan was worried about gains and losses. He subconsciously arranged his hair to reveal his facial features. He used his hands to comb his long, knotted hair as neatly as possible. He even smoothed out his obstructive beard. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, a group of children stared at the two. Man, Yi Shuyuan also stopped.

"Is this Xihe Village?"

Although the familiarity in his memory already told Yi Shuyuan the answer, he still asked.

An older child looked around and answered.

"Yes, who are you? What are you doing here?"

There were also children who looked at Yi Shuyuan's forehead curiously and whispered to their companions.

"What happened to his head?"

Complex emotions emerged in Yi Shuyuan's heart, his lips trembled slightly, and he could not say "go home".

"Is Yi Hanlin's family here?"

A group of children looked at me and I looked at you, and the same child answered.

"I know everyone in the village. There is no one named Yi Hanlin in Uncle Yi's family, and no one is named that, right?"

The child answered loudly in the first half of the sentence, and then asked the companion next to him confirmingly in the second half. Several children nodded repeatedly, but Yi Shuyuan also heard the words. He suddenly remembered the words on the tombstone and asked another tentative question.

"What about Yi Baokang?"

"Oh, Uncle Yi, I know this and I will take you there!"

The child was innocent and walked towards the village with Yi Shuyuan and Ah Fei, and other children jumped to follow.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes kept wandering around the village. There were many familiar things in the courtyard walls or fences, low houses or haystacks, but there were also many strangers. When adults passed by or opened the courtyard door and came out, they would ask questions when they saw them.

"Who are these two? What are they doing?"

At this time, there is always someone among the group of children rushing to answer.

"We are foreigners, we are going to Uncle Yi's house~~" "We are here to visit our relatives~"

At this time, Yi Shuyuan didn't know what to say. He just occasionally offered his hand to some villagers. Seeing that the two of them behaved politely and had kind faces, the villagers just paid attention. However, some older people also frowned, as if they felt that one of them was a little bit a little confused. There is a sense of familiarity.

Soon, the children took Yi Shuyuan and the two to a courtyard in the village. A man who looked about fifty years old, wearing a cotton coat and a cloth towel came out carrying a bundle of hemp rope. A child immediately called out to stop him. he.

"Uncle Yi, someone is here to visit us during the Chinese New Year!"

"ah?"

The weather-beaten man subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He was stunned for a moment. His eyes kept widening and he stood there blankly. He was a little excited and a little doubtful. While hesitating, his body was trembling slightly. Are you dreaming?

Yi Shuyuan also felt an excitement mixed with a sense of intimacy. It could be said that he recognized the person in front of him at a glance, but he was a little unable to recognize him.

Ah Fei stood quietly behind Yi Shuyuan, not daring to break the silence at the moment. He even stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture to signal a few curious children to stop making trouble.

After taking a breath, Yi Shuyuan was the first to break the silence.

"Hanlin."

The voice reached my ears, and the gray-haired old man carrying the hemp rope couldn't stop crying.

"Brother! It's really you, it's really you! It's been more than twenty years, where have you been? You, you haven't changed at all."

Yi Baokang threw down the hemp rope and ran to Yi Shuyuan excitedly, looking at him up and down with tears. Yi Shuyuan had thousands of words in his heart but didn't know what to say.

There was another kind of shock lingering in Yi Shuyuan's heart. Has it been more than twenty years since he left home?

Ah Fei looked at the side in shock. One was old and haggard with gray hair, and the other was full of black hair. But the former was a younger brother and the latter was an older brother?

When other people in the yard heard the noise and came out, they all looked at the situation outside in surprise.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Who are they?" "Master, what are you called outside?"

A young man who looked somewhat similar to Yi Baokang and a slightly older woman came out. There was also a young woman holding a child at the gate of the courtyard.

At this moment, it really feels like a world away.

"What nonsense? It's your uncle who's back. Come on, call me grandpa! Brother, get inside quickly!"

Yi Baokang smiled with an angry face and pulled Yi Shuyuan forward.

"Uncle?"

The young man's eyes widened, and the others naturally looked in disbelief. The child did not dare to scream at all, but huddled behind his mother and looked curiously.

Several nearby neighbors heard the sound and came over to take a look. Amidst the commotion, Yi Shuyuan and A Fei were invited into the yard.

In the courtyard of the Yi family, the two brothers were sitting together, and there were other members of the Yi family standing beside them. Some of the children from before had not left, and there were also some neighbors and people who had been following them for a long time.

It was always Yi Baokang who talked more and Yi Shuyuan who talked less. He was so excited that he talked about the past and his emotions.

It turns out that more than twenty years have passed, and even the people in the village have almost forgotten that there was such a stupid eldest son of the Yi family.

It turns out that when Yi Shuyuan was not stupid, the little Hanlin who used to follow him had changed his name to Yi Baokang before his father died.

In fact, Yi Baokang had changed his name several years before Yi Shuyuan disappeared. However, Yi Shuyuan here had also been stupid for many years at that time, and his mind was full of confusion. The younger brother who was most vividly remembered in his heart was "Hanlin".

Yi Baokang was pleasantly surprised that his brother was no longer stupid, and was also shocked that his brother didn't look old at all. But more importantly, he confided the bitterness and longing he had experienced over the years. When it came to the moment when his mother was dying, Yi Shuyuan's Tears overflowed again uncontrollably. This is a feeling that the memory of the body affects the soul and reaches the whole body.

Not to mention the Yi brothers, even everyone else listening couldn't help but wipe away tears.

Ah Fei even secretly wiped it with his sleeve many times. He couldn't help but think of his parents. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that his senior had let him go home before. It was hard not to be moved by this scene.

At the same time, A Fei also had a deeper imagination of Yi Shuyuan's martial arts. It turns out that there are really people who can practice martial arts to such a high level, who can really rebel against their innate nature, and to a certain extent, their appearance is difficult to age.

This day also happens to be the Lantern Festival!