Chapter 38 Infinite Pain

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The breeze blew, the phantom was broken, and the smile on Yunyang's face was stunned, and then it turned into bitterness.

Turning back and looking at the cabin not far away, Yunyang dragged heavy steps and approached the destination of the soul step by step.

Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet, the distance is getting closer and closer, and Yunyang's face is getting more and more ugly. The paleness has turned into despair, and a silent sigh is revealed in his eyes.

Standing quietly three feet away, Yunyang looked at the home that had been separated for a few days. Everything was still the same, but there was a lack of temperature.

The stiff facial muscles trembled a few times, and Yunyang tried his best to show a smile, but what finally appeared on his face was just a heartbreaking wry smile, which made people want to cry.

"Hui'er, I'm back. Did you hear me?" The voice was very light, as if he was dreaming, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

No answer, no movement, the surroundings were terriblely quiet, a cold air permeated Yunyang's heart, so cold that his whole body trembled, and his eyes showed deep sorrow.

His lips opened gently, and Yunyang said infatuatedly, "Hui'er, are you still cooking? You haven't finished it yet, so you don't answer me."

There is a boundless pain in the air.

Yunyang stood there, talking to himself, obsessed, and completely sealed himself in his memory.

When the scorching sun shined into the hut, Yunyang suddenly saw that Huier was standing at the door, wading to him with a smile, and at the same time, the sweet voice faintly sounded in the air.

"The meal is ready. My husband will cook it first."

Smiling with joy, Yunyang said happily, "Okay, okay, I'll be back for dinner. Huier is waiting for me."

With his hands wide open, Yunyang looked at the door infatuatedly. He stepped forward in a hurry to wrap Huier in his arms.

As soon as his arms were closed, Yunyang's happy expression suddenly stunned and asked eagerly, "Hui'er, where are you? Where are you?" His body kept turning, and his eyes searched everywhere. At this moment, he was completely crazy.

The anxious call floated over the wild mountain village.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe he was tired or stupid. Yunyang lay on the ground in a daze. He was insane and muttered to himself. He didn't know what he was reading.

In the sky, a distant call is looming, as if the lover is roaring, and it is like a relative singing, soft, faint, floating in nothingness.

The sun shone on the earth, and the hot breath shrouded the Yunyang, making him feel a little hot in the chaos.

Subconsciously reaching out, Yunyang grabbed the god of the ice field left beside him. In this way, a cold breath spread all over his body in an instant, making him immediately clear, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

When he got up, Yunyang looked at the cabin, then at the sky, and knew that he had been intoxicated for several hours.

For this reason, he just smiled in a low mood.

Slowly walked into the familiar cabin, Yunyang looked around and his eyes stayed on the table, where the two pairs of bowls and chopsticks were quietly there. Yunyang's body shook, the qi and blood in his chest were reversed, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood again.

Walking to the table, Yunyang put his sword on the table, slowly sat in his seat, looked at the meal, and silent tears flowed in his eyes.

Gently picked up the bowl, Yunyang ate silently, swallowing tears with the already sour food, but he seemed to have no feeling.

Reach out and pick up a piece of wild vegetable from the vegetable bowl. Yunyang put it in Liu Hui's bowl. He looked at the empty direction softly and whispered, "Come on, eat more. This is your favorite wild vegetable. My husband will accompany you to eat slowly."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Yunyang showed a smile that was worse than crying, and tears kept dripping in his bowl.

While eating, Yunyang picked up the vegetables for the empty bowl and said tenderly, "Every time you eat, you always give me the dishes. If you eat a little, you will say you are full.

Actually, I understand that you love me and know that I like to eat your cooking most, so I did it on purpose.

Today, my husband is back. When he comes back, he will accompany you to finish this last lunch. You have to listen to me.

Eat more and be in better health. I still think that one day you will give birth to a baby for me, and our family will be very happy at that time.

Strong sadness permeates this warm hut of the past.

At this time, Yunyang was like having a dream. In the dream, he accompanied his beloved wife and had a warm lunch together. The two of them talked and laughed, and they had a lot of fun.

Maybe he knew in his heart that this was a dream, but he did not break it. He was recalling the joy of the past in his own unique way.

Put down the bowls and chopsticks, Yunyang whispered, "Don't move. You're tired today. Leave the rest to me.

When I'm done, I'll play with you, okay?" After getting up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Yunyang put an empty smile on his face and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

When everything was over, Yunyang returned to his seat and looked at the non-existent phantom, crazy, stupid and motionless.

For a long time, a sigh came out of his mouth.

Yunyang slowly closed his eyes, and tears fell like rain, dripping on the table, making a ticking sound.

In the silence, the monotonous and weak sound is like a river, blocking the past and reality, cutting through time.

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