Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 9

Yi Shuyuan and A Fei stayed in front of the grave for half a day, and also cleared away all the weeds around them.

The grief was very strong when it came, but it gradually eased down now. It was a strong emotion coming from the body, but even though he was so sad, Yi Shuyuan tried his best to search for the memories that emerged, but he couldn't remember the appearance of his parents clearly.

"Senior, people cannot be resurrected after death, please mourn"

After tidying up the weeds and sitting in front of the tomb, Ah Fei finally couldn't help saying these words carefully.

Yi Shuyuan touched his shattered forehead, and heaved a long sigh, staring at the tombstone in a daze.

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

Yi Shuyuan has the feeling of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

"Come on, go to my house."

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan already knew the way, 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 A Fei to find the way. He stood up and walked in front, and A Fei naturally followed immediately .

"Senior, am I carrying you behind my back?"

"No, I want to go by myself."

Yi Shuyuan glanced back at the hills behind him, walked on this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain road, and walked towards the mountain village step by step, looking in the direction of his sight, a village hidden in smoke by the river at the foot of the mountain came into view.
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Among the several haystacks at the entrance of the village, a group of children were playing and divided into two sides, and the snowball fights between them were fierce. The immature shouts of "hey" and "watching the ball" seemed to simulate the conflict between the two armies. The momentum of confrontation.

"There's someone over there!"

"Oh, you still throw it?"

I don't know which child yelled, and the children stopped one after another, but when some children didn't stop, they immediately threw snowballs into one piece.

It wasn't until Yi Shuyuan and A Fei, who were coming down the mountain road, came close that the group of children playing snowballs really stopped, and they all looked at the visitor curiously. Is there any outsider in this cold weather?
Yi Shuyuan was worried about gains and losses, subconsciously arranged his hair to reveal his facial features, combed the long knotted hair hanging behind him as neatly as possible, and even shaved his beard that was in the way. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, a group of children stared at the two People, Yi Shuyuan stopped in his tracks.

"Is this Xihe Village?"

Although the familiarity in his memory had 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 couldn't say "go home".

"Is Yi Hanlin's house here?"

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

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

The child answered loudly in the first half of the sentence, and asked the companion next to him for confirmation in the second half. The children nodded repeatedly, but Yi Shuyuan heard the words. He remembered the words on the tombstone and asked again tentatively.

"Then, what about Yi Baokang?"

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

The child was innocent, and he took Yi Shuyuan and A Fei to the village together, and the other children followed him up and down.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes kept wandering in the village. There were many familiar walls or fences, low houses or haystacks, but there were also more unfamiliar ones. When adults passed by or opened the courtyard door, they would ask questions when they saw it.

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

At this time, some of the group of children are always rushing to answer.

"Visitors from outside, going to Uncle Yi's house~~" "Visiting relatives~"

At this time, Yi Shuyuan didn't know what to say, but occasionally bowed his hands to some villagers. The villagers just paid attention when they saw the two people behaving politely and kindly, but some elders frowned, as if feeling that one of them was slightly There is a sense of familiarity.

Soon, the children brought Yi Shuyuan and the two to a courtyard in the village. A man who looked about fifty, wearing a cotton coat and a cloth towel, was coming out with a bundle of hemp rope, and a child immediately called out to stop he.

"Uncle Yi, someone visits relatives during Chinese New Year!"

"what?"

The weathered man subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the voice, and was stunned for a moment, his eyes kept widening, and he stood there blankly, a little excited and suspicious, his body trembling slightly while hesitating, Are you dreaming?

Yi Shuyuan also had a feeling of excitement and a sense of intimacy. It can be said that he recognized the person in front of him at a glance, but he couldn't recognize him.
Ah Fei stood quietly behind Yi Shuyuan, not daring to break the silence at the moment, and even stretched out his hand to make a silent gesture, signaling a few curious children to stop making trouble.

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

"Hanlin."

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

"Brother! It's really you, it's really you! It's been more than 20 years, where have you been? You, why haven't you changed?"

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

There is another kind of shock lingering in Yi Shuyuan's heart. Has he been away from home for more than 20 years?

Ah Fei watched from the side in amazement, one was old and haggard with gray hair, and the other was full of black hair, but the former was a brother and the latter was a brother?
When the other people in the yard heard the movement, they all looked at the situation outside in amazement.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Who are they?" "Master, what's your name outside?"

A young man somewhat similar to Yi Baokang and a slightly older woman came out, and there was another young woman holding a child by the courtyard gate.

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

"What nonsense, it's your uncle who's back. Come on, kid, call him grandpa! Brother, go inside!"

Yi Baokang made an angry face while smiling, and pulled Yi Shuyuan forward.

"Uncle?"

The young man's eyes widened, and the others naturally looked in disbelief. The child didn't dare to scream at all, but just shrank behind his mother and watched curiously.

Several neighbors around also heard the sound and came to watch. Yi Shuyuan and A Fei were invited into the yard amidst a round of noise.

In the yard 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 never left, and some neighbors and people who had followed them for a long time were also inside.

It has always been Yi Baokang who talks more and Yi Shuyuan who talks less. He talks about the past with excitement and expresses his emotions.

It turns out that more than 20 years have passed, and even the villagers have almost forgotten that there was such a stupid Yi family eldest son.

It turned out that when Yi Shuyuan was not stupid, the little Hanlin who had been following behind him had already changed his name to Yi Baokang before his father died.

In fact, Yi Baokang had changed his name for several years before Yi Shuyuan disappeared, but at that time, Yi Shuyuan had been foolish for many years, his mind was in a daze, and the younger brother he remembered most was "Hanlin".

Yi Baokang was pleasantly surprised that his elder brother was no longer stupid, and also surprised that his elder brother didn't look old at all, but more was to confide the bitterness and longing of these 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 to the whole body.

Not to mention the Yi family brothers, even the listeners couldn't help wiping their tears.

Ah Fei even secretly wiped it with his sleeve many times, and couldn't help but think of his parents, thinking that it's no wonder the senior let him go home before, and it's hard not to touch the scene from this scene.

At the same time, Ah Fei also had a deeper imagination about 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 innateness, and to a certain extent, their appearance is hard to grow old.

This day also happens to be the Shangyuan Festival!
(End of this chapter)