A year ago, when Su Ming left, he had only recovered one-tenth of his cultivation base. At that moment, when he returned, he had recovered nearly six-tenths of his cultivation base. Yet no matter what, he was still himself.
He was still the Big Brother Gou Leftovers that Ugly Little Thing had mentioned. He was still the thin and weak but sensible youth that Ugly Little Thing's parents thought of.
Su Ming stood outside the house. He lifted his hand and knocked on the door gently.
The sound of knocking was incredibly soft in the moaning of the snow and wind. It could not be heard clearly outside, but it could be heard clearly in the house.
"Who is it..?" a weak voice came from the house. That voice belonged to Ugly Little Thing, but there was a slight lack of strength in it.
"It's me," Su Ming said softly.
Once his voice traveled out, the house swiftly fell silent. Before long, the door to the house was flung open. At the instant it was done, snow and wind blew in with a howl, sweeping up snow. However, Su Ming's thin body was like a mountain at that moment, blocking the wind behind him, causing it … to be unable to blow past his body, unable to blow past Ugly Little Thing, who was staring at him blankly with tears of pleasant surprise in her eyes.
"Big brother Ugly Little Thing!" Ugly Little Thing cried and went up to hug Su Ming. He patted her back gently and continued using his body to block the snow and wind for her.
"Don't cry, Ugly Little Thing. It's been almost a year since I last saw you, and you've grown quite a bit taller." Su Ming smiled gently. As he spoke, he lifted his head and saw a couple standing in the house.
They had grayish white hair, more wrinkles, and the marks left behind by the passage of time. Their bodies were slightly slumped, their faces were thin, and their lips were parted as if they wanted to say something through their tears.
This was Ugly Little Thing's father.
The woman by his side had a lot of white hair. Her beautiful face could only be vaguely seen and could no longer be seen clearly. Tears fell from her eyes, but a smile that Su Ming thought was the most beautiful in the world appeared on her face.
"We're home. We've been waiting for you …"
It was a simple sentence, but it filled Su Ming's heart with warmth. He pulled Ugly Little Thing over and closed the door to the house. As he looked at the ordinary family before him, he knelt down on the ground.
"Dad, mom, Ugly Little Thing is back …"
A warmth chased away the cold wind that had blown into the house at that moment. It chased away the cold snow outside, filling the house with a warmth that could melt the winter.
On that night, Ugly Little Thing's laughter echoed in the warm air, just like it had in the past. Ugly Little Thing's father's kind gaze was always on Su Ming, and Ugly Little Thing's mother brought out a cotton-padded jacket from the house. It was something she had personally sewn for him.
When Su Ming wore the cotton jacket, he looked like a real teenager. There was no grief, no killing intent, no complicated emotions. There was only warmth, the warmth of a family.
That night, the light in the house was never extinguished. In the darkness outside, as the cold wind blew against it, it continued burning, because perhaps what kept it burning was no longer kerosene, but the ordinary familial love within the family that Su Ming longed for.
There were no complicated feelings. There was only warmth, the warmth of a family. Su Ming cherished this familial love. He placed all of it at the bottom of his heart, turning it into a beautiful part of his life, a part of his memories that he could not allow himself to lose.
In this part of his memory, Ugly Little, her father, and her mother were all written down, which was also his.
"I will stay by your side until the end of your days …" These were the words Su Ming had said to Ugly Little Thing quietly in the past, and they were also the words he had written in his heart and his memories at that moment.
Most of the time, beautiful moments were short-lived, because perhaps there was an eye called loneliness in the world. It did not want to see too many beautiful moments, which was why it allowed beautiful moments and short-lived moments to coexist and cherish each other.
That was why people would always say that beautiful moments were short-lived …
This night would eventually come to an end, just like how beautiful moments would also come to an end even though they were short-lived. Su Ming could not stay in this place for long, because if he did, then before he recovered his cultivation base, perhaps he would bring this family a parting of life and death.
The only thing he could do was to remember this brief moment of beautiful moments … and then leave quietly.
However, he left behind a person, a person who was lying on a small bed and gradually opening his eyes. That person was Chen Da Xi, Ugly Little Thing's older brother. He was a pitiful soul.
He should have had the appearance of a middle-aged man, but Su Ming could not bear to make Ugly Little Thing's parents' hearts ache for him. He could not bear to see Ugly Little Thing cry. He would rather wait for his cultivation base to recover a little longer, so he sent life force into Chen Da Xi's body, causing him to look as if he was twenty years old.
This was fake. At the moment he only had ten years of life left, he would return to his original appearance.
Su Ming left.
He combed through Ugly Little Thing's parents' bodies, causing their illnesses to disappear and the birthmark on her face to become fainter. Then he did not push open the door to the house. Instead, he took a step forward and appeared outside the house.
'If I didn't push open that door of separation, then it would mean that I didn't leave, and then I would never push open that door. ' Behind Su Ming was an endless amount of snow. It covered the path between him and Ugly Little Thing's house, as if it had cut off their path back home. Gradually, it turned into a vast expanse of white.
Su Ming walked alone on the snow. As he walked further and further into the distance, snow fell on his hair, his body, and his cotton jacket … It was very cold, but there was a warmth buried in his heart. It could warm him up in the snow and allow him to walk further.
Su Ming left into the distance. He walked through the snow until his head turned white, and his figure that had disappeared from the world gradually became indistinct in the desolate air, gradually turning into snow …
The moans of the wind in the snow were like a song floating in the air, and the falling snow were the lyrics of the song. It sang in the air, and no one knew who could hear it.
That song sang about a city burying in the wind and snow, about loneliness extinguishing all lights, about a person's sunset, about a person's face, and about a dozen years of childhood that could not be seen in the unfamiliar world …
…..
Once Su Ming left, Chen Da Xi, who was lying in bed in the midst of his deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes. There was a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. He felt as if he had slept for a very, very long time, and he had a very, very long dream.
At the end of that dream, a voice echoed in the air, and it was this voice that had brought him out of his dream and back home.
"You were originally a dead person … All I can do is help you fight for ten more years of life. Use these ten years … to accompany your parents and your little sister …"
I don't know how I finished writing this chapter. As I continued writing, I suddenly felt as if I had a sudden epiphany. There's simply no other way to describe it, so I'll just use this to describe it.
I felt as if I was filled with energy in an instant, but as I continued writing, I became even more exhausted. When I looked back on this month, there was only one word left in my mind.
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