Today's sky is not as cold as the previous few days. Even if it is cold, it has a sense of sunny and cheerfulness.

It was gloomy all morning, and when I went up the mountain, it was drizzling.

Before I could walk for a short while, the newly changed jacket in the morning was so moist that it could squeeze out water.

I can't say what I feel, but I just feel that the day is yellow and there is a dark yellow. Will the mountain on the other side be snowing again? It's not rare to have one side of the Qinling Mountains and one side of the sun. I still remember the first time I saw the Mianmian Mountains as snowed half first and half green when I was a child.

The road is not difficult to walk along the mountain. Wangxian Village has existed here for thousands of years. Occasionally, villagers who have free time have already built a stone road on this hill. Time has passed and the road has been repaired. It has a sense of vicissitudes of time. With this mountain scenery, it is really a unique scenery.

My mood now is not as good as the scenery. In fact, I have never been to this nameless mountain for a few times. There are too many things to do, and I have limited time to stay in this village. Where can I feel like this viewing scenery?

The mountain is not high, and it only takes seven or eight minutes to follow my footsteps.

However, the feeling of not daring to face it and fearing the result made me stop and stop all the way, and it had been more than ten minutes since I reached the top of the mountain.

The rain was already slightly heavier at this time, from the originally silent denseness to the drizzle, filling my ears. I stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from the big pavilion on the top of the mountain.

This mountain was not originally flat, but the people in Wangxian Village loved to see the scenery here. The repairs from generation to generation have turned this place into a not-small flat roof. At the very edge of the flat roof, there is what I call a big pavilion.

It is not the pavilion style we often have, but is full of primitive and quaint flavor. Layers of thatch are built into thick roofs. A few rough and uncarved stone pillars support the roof. There is also a fire pit in the middle, which is used to enjoy the snow and warm in winter. If the wind is strong, the thick animal skin felt rolled up around the pavilion can be put down, ignite the fire pit, and it is hot and hot. There is really no other place to enjoy the snow and watch the sunshine.

"Like the style of the primitive tribe. But that period of history is like it was lost, and there is even little evidence of existence. I am curious about what happened in those years?" I came here very few times, but the only two times were with Tong Emperor, talking about the fact that the demon hunter Wangxian Village was involved. Regarding this, Tong Emperor has such an evaluation.

At that time, I didn't take it much. Now when I came back, I couldn't help but think of something irrelevant to me, which could dilute my sadness at this moment, and face Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin with a peaceful mood, and don't touch their sadness again.

"Since you are here, why are you standing there stupidly? Isn't the rain cool?" The first person to see me was Uncle Xin, and he said hello as if nothing had happened. It was not like someone who was about to die, but like the tone of an acquaintance meeting on an outing.

I had no reason to escape anything, so I responded and simply strode forward. Perhaps the cold raindrops made my wet eyes cold. At least I looked normal when I walked to Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin, and I could even call "Uncle" and "Auntie" kindly indifferently.

"Sit down and roast the fire, and you're all wet. You're so reckless and don't know how to hold an umbrella." After I greeted me, Aunt Xin pulled me down, and her tone of anger was like greeting her own son.

"Okay." I sat down next to Uncle Xin, and the burning heat suddenly dispelled the cold air on my body.

Before I could say anything, Aunt Xin handed over an enamel cup with the words "The third prize in the basketball competition in 2016" written on it. I opened it and it was soaked in it.

I quickly took a sip. This rough tea leaves only have a tea flavor, but there is no exquisite tea aroma. The aftertaste is full of bitterness, but it also has a strange intimacy. Because when I was a child, the tea brewed in the big tea cup my father held was like this. In that era, life was like this, rough and charming, and it was a blessing to eat and wear food and clothing.

Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin have been accidentally bringing me into that era that has passed, and there is a hint of sadness that is missing the past with them.

"Is the tea good? I have been traveling around the world over the years and I have drunk too much good tea, which is not as good as that time when I could carry such a teacup of rough tea after dinner, go out for a walk or watch TV." Uncle Xin glanced at me, then turned over the pot on the fire pit, and the "gudonggudong" cooked wild vegetable porridge inside. He served a bowl and handed it to Aunt Xin.

"It tastes good, it tastes the same as my dad's tea when I was a child." I nodded and praised it without hesitation, which was from sincerity. The past is very good, because I can't buy it back at any cost, so I naturally cherish it.

"Haha, stinky brat." Uncle Xin's tone became intimate, as intimate as Aunt Xin was with me. Then he served a bowl of wild vegetable porridge and handed it to my hand: "Of course, it's the same as your father's tea. Your father and I were both workers at that time, and this kind of tea can be drunk." After saying that, he continued: "Your aunt and I were here at noon. After eating this, you will just have some."

Before I could say anything, Aunt Xin had already taken a sip of wild vegetable porridge at this time and said with a smile: "It's just this taste. My life was not rich in those years. Your uncle and I often went to the wild to dig wild vegetables in the wild to supplement our lives. Now, I want to drink some of this wild vegetable porridge, but I can't find the fresh and fresh wild vegetables back then. If I don't go to this mountain with such a good taste, I can't find them."

I didn't care about the hotness, so I took a big sip, and while yelling, I said vaguely: "It's not enough. When I was a child, I often ate wild vegetables with my senior brothers and masters. I live in this Wangxian Village. I often eat wild vegetables. I am used to this bite."

Uncle Xin seemed to be very satisfied with Aunt Xin's praise, and said to Aunt Xin a little bit: "This tastes right? It's like the porridge we cooked at that time?"

Aunt Xin smiled and looked at Uncle Xin without saying anything. I lowered my head to drink porridge. It was a happy and peaceful and warm moment. What was the sadness that kept surging in my heart? I couldn't speak anymore, so I could only lower my head to drink porridge. Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin were talking and laughing, of course, they were all the past events of the past. It sounded ordinary but interesting, and there was no difference from the life of ordinary people.

Who would have thought that it was such an ordinary family, but the male owner was a fox demon, and the youngest daughter at that time was the heavenly fox that touched all sides in the future? It was never a grand and prosperous period. Behind all the grand and extraordinary periods were a large number of ordinary days, and these ordinary days were the foundation of happiness and had never changed.

"Zheng Ling." I didn't want to hear any last words or sad words. Even if I knew the ending, who could guarantee that I would not escape before it came? So, when Uncle Xin suddenly stopped talking to Aunt Xin and called me a little serious, my hand shook, and half a bowl of porridge almost spilled out.

But I couldn't ignore it, and there was no room for escape. I could only pretend to be nothing, put down the porridge bowl in my hand, and then squeezed out a heartless smile: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"My daughter is going to hand it over to you, are you still calling me uncle?" Uncle Xin's sentence was half a joke, but his tone was extremely serious and he didn't look like a joke.

After all, I came. I knew what Uncle Xin meant. At this time, I could not speak the meaning of this kind of advice to ask for help. I had a kind of avoidance that would begin if I responded.

I looked at Aunt Xin, but Aunt Xin didn't look at me. Her eyes just passed through the big pavilion and looked at the continuous mountains. It was calm, distant and deep. I wonder what I was thinking?

I had no choice but to avoid it. I thought Aunt Xin would interrupt Uncle Xin with some reservations as a mother, but she didn't mean that.

"Ye Zhengling." Uncle Xin called me, his tone becoming more and more serious. I dared not leave my eyes anymore, so I could only meet Uncle Xin's gaze.

His eyes were very calm, but solemn. It was a look that was about to be delivered. I think it was not a father, nor the moment he handed over his daughter, he could not pretend to be such a look, because only fathers with daughters could have and could experience this state of mind.

"Before, when we first met, you called me one by one, and they were very handsome. Why don't you call me now? Why? Is my daughter not worthy of you? Or do you think she is a monster and affect your identity as the leader of a demon hunter? Or?" Speaking of this, Uncle Xin was already a little angry and almost scolded me loudly: "You still have someone else in your heart, and you dare not promise that you will never be in your life for my daughter?"

"How is that possible!" I can't help but defend this statement, because love for Xin Yi is the past fate and the heart of this life. Even Uncle Xin, I can't let him question it, and I became serious: "I am wholeheartedly devoted to Xin Yi, maybe I may not live long, I may die. But whether it is a long life or a short life, the people around me will only be Xin Yi and there is no one else."

Uncle Xin looked at me seriously, and I calmly met Uncle Xin's gaze.

After watching for a long time, Uncle Xin's brows gradually spread out, and his eyes turned toward me from seriousness and gentleness. Then he said: "Since ancient times, there have been daughters who have been married and sent off for marriage are fathers. That is the entrustment of a man who gave his most precious daughter to another man. I have no time and I can't personally hold my daughter's hand and hand her to you. Look at this day, I will solemnly entrust my daughter to you in front of me and Aunt Xin. I can't agree? If you think about it, you will really be a lifetime after you agree. You will have to make up for what I can't take care of, what I can't do in my heart. I can make up for it slowly. Is it OK? If possible, I will call me dad today."

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