I had nothing to say all the way back to my house.

I saw Tna standing outside the door from afar. Seeing that I had brought people back smoothly, Tna nodded at us and left. As wise as her, why wouldn't she know the troubles next? It must be inconvenient to disturb her. She appeared here, and most of the time, she was just worried that I couldn't handle the previous sentiment of the demon hunter.

My heart was slightly warm. From this time I went down the mountain to pick up Aunt Xin, my emotions seemed to have become more sensitive. I understood the meaning of protection more clearly in my trance. Sometimes it was so simple that it was enough for the people around me to live every day safely. And these changes reflected my soul, but I didn’t know and didn’t notice what changes it brought.

When I pushed the door open, the room was still quiet. It seemed that Aunt Xin had not returned yet when she went to dig bamboo shoots.

I stood in the yard, and I didn't know what to say. This kind of waiting for storms was the most uncomfortable thing. But I couldn't leave. Even if everything was put aside, based on my relationship with Xin Yi, Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin were already my family.

Compared to my crampedness, Uncle Xin's emotions gradually calmed down, but the worry and sadness between his eyebrows could not be erased. Instead, he asked me first: "Since Xiao Xiu came up the mountain with you without knowing it, then since I have returned to the village, you didn't tell her?"

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but in fact, I deliberately ignored this and didn't tell Uncle Xin. I was afraid that Uncle Xin would be even more sad after knowing Aunt Xin's reaction. Sometimes, people who love each other are not afraid of quarrels like storms, but rather the coldness of being able to smile at each other and being strangers.

"I, I said it." I was a little hesitant, and I didn't know how to say the next words? Could it be to describe Aunt Xin's reaction vividly?

Uncle Xin looked at me and was silent for a while, but did not ask too much, just said: "She should not be in the house now, right? Otherwise, according to her temperament, even if she refused to do anything, she would not hide when she saw me. I'll go and see Xin Yi first."

"Oh, oh, okay." I nodded, and became more and more unable to guess their emotions. But at this moment, the mysterious woman wearing a mask suddenly spoke: "Where do I live?"

I suddenly realized, only caring about the conversation with Uncle Xin, and ignored her and still standing here. Uncle Xin looked at me and said, "Let's arrange for her to live in your place. In the quiet room, she doesn't like being disturbed. I went in."

I nodded, fortunately the house was big enough, and I remembered that there was a wing room behind the main house. Su Ling, the girl, cleaned it up and said that if a few people suddenly came, this room would be available.

Now that I think about it, it is quiet enough and meets the requirements. So I took her to the back of the main house. She followed me silently, but there was no one at this time. I had a lot of people in my stomach but didn't know how to speak. Only in this way, the atmosphere was slightly awkward and led her all the way. After a few steps, I arrived at the rear room.

When she opened the room, she went in and looked at me for a while, then nodded at me, then walked towards the door, and looked at me without saying a word. That meant that she was going to close the door and stayed alone.

I clearly had something in my heart, and it was even worse to speak out, and there was no reason to stay. I could only walk to the door slowly, turn around, and stop talking.

But she seemed to be unable to see my attitude and expression, so she closed the door calmly. I felt anxious and couldn't help but gently block the door with my hand. She looked up, her eyes under the mask were quite impatient, but there was no doubt at all.

"Yun, Aunt Yun. I still remember your name." I didn't know why I felt embarrassed when I saw her gaze. I couldn't say a word of brewing, but instead I said something like this. However, I think this sentence is enough? If she really didn't think of me before, she should have some impression now, right? In fact, after all, I just wanted to ask her about the master. This old man has been away for many years. Although I have never mentioned it on weekdays, I still miss him in my heart, and even full of regrets.

The old man has never been in contact with him. He only remembers that he had a foreign friend in a vague way, but this was what Brother Zhengchuan said. He had never mentioned it much before, and Brother Zhengchuan knew very little. In addition, the only person he had contact with was Aunt Yun.

I don't want to find out what to do? I just want to listen to his things, and I feel kind.

After saying this, I looked at her with some expectations. However, her calm eyes and silent as dust could not see any fluctuations. The movements in her hands were paused for a second, and then closed the door without hesitation again.

I stared at the closed door a little blankly. What does this mean? For a moment, I wondered, could I really admit the wrong person? But it wasn't wrong. How could something that impressed me so deeply? I wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but hesitated for a moment, and finally put down my hand, sighed, and turned around and left.

No matter what the reason is, I must respect her wishes when she treats me like this. What's more, she was the one who Uncle Xin invited to save Xin Yi?

But I don’t know if it was because of my illusion. When I turned around and left, I seemed to hear a sigh. I turned around and turned around and left the slightly closed window. I had to turn around and leave here in disappointment. But I was thinking in my heart that I had to ask Uncle Xin if I could only place it at the door if I delivered the meal?

As I answered the front yard, I couldn't take care of this little thing anymore, because I had just arrived at the front yard and had not had time to turn to the room where Xin Yi was and talked to Uncle Xin for a few words, I saw the gate being pushed open and Aunt Xin stepped in from outside.

She still held the bamboo basket in her hand, but the bamboo basket was filled with tender and tender bamboo shoots. You can tell at a glance that this was carefully selected in the bamboo forest. Her forehead was slightly sweaty, and there were some traces of soil on her clothes cuffs, and the hands were also on her hands. When she saw me, she said, "Zhengling, I'll wash my hands, please help me put the basket in the kitchen. Seeing that the bamboo shoots were good, I dug more. If I couldn't finish them, I'll process them, marinate some, and dry some. This mountain is good, and where can I eat these fresh wild food in the city?"

What is this attitude? I was almost crazy by the inexplicable emotions of Aunt Xin and Uncle Xin. Aunt Xin was not like a fake. The carefully selected bamboo shoots and traces on her body meant that she was really digging bamboo shoots seriously. When she came back, she didn't ask if Uncle Xin had come, so natural? Did she just come back an unfamiliar friend, not a husband who had once loved each other so much? Could it be that time is ruthless, and they really have no feelings? Thinking of this, I felt a little sad. The old man once said that any feelings in the world will exist forever and will not change. Even if years pass by, there must be something to resist time, right?

With this emotion, I took the basket from Aunt Xin's hand, looked at Aunt Xin and wanted to tell her that Uncle Xin was already in the room, and even wanted to persuade her. In any case, Uncle Xin has actually taken her to heart for many years, hoping that she can be more warm to Uncle Xin.

However, before I could speak, I found that Aunt Xin's movement of handing me the basket suddenly stopped. I went to get it without caring. Unexpectedly, Aunt Xin seemed a little dazed. In order to grab the basket, she let go, and a lot of bamboo shoots in the basket were scattered all over the floor.

"Aunt Xin, I'll pick it up." I said quickly, but Aunt Xin didn't react at all, allowing the basket that had just fallen to roll at her feet. I finally realized something was wrong. I looked up at Aunt Xin, but I saw her eyes staring behind me blankly. The look was complicated that I couldn't say.

It seems that the spring breeze comes overnight, and the ice and snow melt eventually. It cannot withstand the spring rain comes quickly. Although the ice and snow melt, the snow water is cold and there is another layer of cold air between the world.

Such eyes make people feel heartache when they just look at it, but they can't tell why the pain is so severe? Because of the strong emotions, will others empathize?

Perhaps less than a second later, Aunt Xin had already noticed that I was looking at her. She naturally lowered her head, reached out and held the messy hair in her ears, and said, "Look at me, I'm tired of digging bamboo shoots and my hands and feet are not flexible. I'll pick it up."

Once again, I didn't know what to react, but I just looked back subconsciously, but I saw that Uncle Xin came out of Xinyi's room at some point and stood at the door. Aunt Xin had already lowered his head, and he was still staring at Aunt Xin like this.

The already cold warm wind stirred up his neatly combed hair, and white hair suddenly appeared. His whole body was filled with a sense of desolation and expectation, and his lips kept trembling. Maybe even he didn't notice that the tears in his eyes were sliding down one after another.

It was Uncle Xin who cried so hard.

Looking at his figure, a trace of desolation rose in my heart inexplicably. I sighed that the years have not returned, and the beauty is old. It is just the past time that cannot be recovered with all her strength. It cannot make up for the longing for so many years.

I couldn't bear to see it, so I turned around, reached out to stop Aunt Xin, and said softly: "Auntie, I'll do such a small matter. Since Uncle Xin is here, you guys, do you still want to talk about it?"

When I stopped Aunt Xin, Aunt Xin got up. She was silent to my words, neither saying yes nor saying badly. I dared not ask, just lowered my head to pick up bamboo shoots. At this time, Uncle Xin's footsteps sounded, and although the voice was a little choked, it was infinitely gentle: "I'll do it, I'll peel these bamboo shoots. I know that you loved eating bamboo shoots the most when you were young. How much bamboo shoots are the best to your mouth? I still remember it now."

Yes, time can take away a lot, but after all, time can't take away some things. It's like taking away the traces left by Aunt Xin in Uncle Xin's heart and soul. I think Aunt Xin should be very touched, right?

However, from the corner of my eyes, I saw Aunt Xin's steps leaving, and even in a hurry.
Chapter completed!