Chapter 613 Shortness and Beauty

Su Ming a few years ago, his cultivation only recovered one layer before leaving. At this moment, he has returned to nearly 60%, but in any case, he is still him.

He is still the leftover brother of the clown, and the thin but sensible teenager in the eyes of the clown's parents.

Su Ming stood outside the house, raised his hand, and gently knocked on the door of the house.

The sound of knocking on the door is very slight in the whimper of the wind and snow. It can't be heard clearly outside, but it can be heard clearly in the room.

"Who..." A faint voice came from the house. The sound was a clown's, but the sound seemed a little weak.

"It's me." Su Ming spoke softly.

After his voice came out, the house suddenly quieted down. Not long after, the door of the house was suddenly opened inside. When the door of the house was opened, the wind and snow roared in from the outside, rolling snowflakes, but Su Ming's thin body, like a mountain at this moment, blocked the wind behind him, making the The wind... can't blow his body, and can't blow the clowns who look at him in a daunt and have tears of surprise in their eyes.

"Dog leftover brother!" The clown cried out and came forward to hug Su Ming. Su Ming gently patted her on the back and used his body to continue to block the wind and snow for her.

"The clown doesn't cry. I haven't seen it for almost a year. He is much taller." Su Ming smiled softly and said. When he raised his head, he saw a couple standing there in the house.

Gray-white hair, more wrinkles, and the traces left by the double circulation of the years, the slightly squeaky body, the thin face, and the tears, the lips that seem to say something.

This is the clown's father.

The woman next to her was much grayer, and her beautiful face was only faint. She couldn't see clearly. Her tears fell, but a scene appeared on her face, which made Su Ming feel that it was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"When you go home, I'm waiting for you..."

A simple sentence made Su Ming's heart suddenly warm. After pulling the clown over and closing the door of the house, looking at the ordinary family in front of him, Su Ming knelt there.

"Dad, mom, the dog is back..."

A kind of warmth, dispelled the cold wind that had just blown into the room at this moment, and dispersed the cold snow outside, making the room filled with the warmth that can melt the cold winter.

This night, the clown's laughter echoed in the warmth as before. The kind eyes of the clown's father always saw on Su Ming's body and the clown's mother took out a cotton-padded jacket from the house, which she sewed by herself and sewed for him.

Su Ming, wearing the cotton-padded jacket, looks like a real young child, no sadness, no killing, no complexity, only the warmth of the family.

The lights in the house were never extinguished this night. In the darkness outside, in the cold wind, it existed for a long time, because what made it burn all the time may not be kerosene, but the ordinary family affection that Su Ming longed for in this family.

It is the family affection that keeps the light unquench. Su Ming cherishes this family affection and puts it all in the bottom of his heart. As his beauty, as a part of his memory, it is not allowed to be lost.

In this part of my memory, it says the clown, and her father and mother are also his.

"I will accompany you, // the fastest text update of the book fan building www.shumilou.com no pop-up window no advertisement // until the end of your years..." This is what Su Ming said silently to the clown in those years, and it is also the line of handwriting written by him now, in his heart and in that memory. .

Beauty is short-lived in many cases, because there may be an eye called loneliness in the world. It does not want to see too much beauty, so it makes beauty and short-lived, cherish each other.

Therefore, people always say, short-term beauty...

This night will eventually come to an end. If the word "beautiful" exists in a short period of time, there is also an end. Su Ming can't stay here for a long time, because if so, before his cultivation recovers, it may be a life-and-death separation to this family.

What he can do is to remember this short-lived beauty, and then..." He left silently.

But he left a person, a person who lay on the little ** and gradually opened his eyes. This person is Chen Daxi, the clown's brother, and a poor soul.

His face should have been middle-aged, but Su Ming couldn't bear to make the clown's parents feel sad and couldn't bear the clown's tears. He would rather his cultivation recover later and give life to Chen Daxi, making Chen Daxi's face look like a 20-year-old.

This is false. At the end of only ten years of his life, he will become what he should have.

Su Ming, left.

After he combed the body of the clown's parents, which dissipated their diseases and made the birthmark on the clown's face shallower, he did not open the door of the house, but stepped out of the house.

"If I didn't open the door of parting, it would be like I didn't leave, then I would never open the door." After Su Ming, there were endless snowflakes, which covered the way of his house with the clown. It seemed to cut off the way home and gradually became a white vast expanse.

Su Ming walked alone on the snow alone, going further and further. The snowflakes fell on his hair, on his body, and on the cotton-padded jacket... It was very cold, but the warmth was buried in his heart. In this snow, he could warm him and let him go further.

Su Ming went away and walked in the white snow of heaven and earth, until a person came to the white head alone. The figure that disappeared in heaven and earth, in the bleakness, gradually could not be seen clearly, and gradually turned into an act...

The sobs of the snow wind are like the drifting of a song, and the falling of the snowflakes are the lyrics of this song, singing in this nothingness, I don't know who can hear the song.

In that song, singing the wind and snow to bury a city, singing loneliness to destroy all the lights, singing in the invisible strange, whose sunset, whose face, whose childhood more than ten years...

After Su Ming left, in the clown's family, in this deep sleep, Chen Daxi, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. He felt that he had slept and had a long dream.

At the end of the dream, there was a voice echoing. It was this voice that brought him out of the dream and home.

"You are a dead man... What I can do is to help you fight for ten years of life and use these ten years... to accompany your parents, your sister..."

I don't know how this chapter was written. Suddenly, there is a feeling of returning to the light. There are really no other words to describe it. Let's describe it like this.

I feel full of power all of a sudden, but it can be written, and the whole person is more tired. Looking back on this month, there is only one word.

It has nothing to do with fatigue, I don't say...