Chapter 315 Finger Years

Luoshui City, Wu's backyard, a small building by the lake.

With the departure of Nie Shishi and Nie Fansheng, the whole Wu family calmed down, with a cold atmosphere, less noise, which made people feel a little depressed and nostalgic for the past.

During these days, Nie Yun was immersed in sadness. He could not forgive himself. He should have sensed his daughter's undue love for him earlier. If he had found out earlier, maybe this would not have happened. He couldn't imagine how much blow Nie Shishi would suffer after knowing the truth of the matter.

With sadness as the source, Nie Yun was immersed in the painting, and a sense of sadness was brewing, permeating around, making all the flowers lose their bright colors, with a deep atmosphere.

Nie Yun vented the grief in his heart and injected all the sadness into the picture scroll, with deep mourning, like a bloody night bird, with endless sadness.

Under the attack of this strong sadness, all the flowers around them have lost their color, exuding a faint sadness, turning the sadness in the heart into substance and touching everything around them, which is already a kind of artistic conception.

The sad mood.

Under Nie Yun's sadness, he inadvertently realized the power of this sad mood. Under this essence of sadness, it can render anything, even if it is flowers and plants, will be attacked by this sadness and emit a depressed atmosphere.

However, Nie Yun suddenly stopped the brush in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, and restrained all the sadness in his heart. His ups and downs slowly calmed down. The strong sad mood slowly integrated into Nie Yun's body, and soon disappeared without a trace. Without the interference of the sad mood, the freshness around The flowers once again exude bright and vibrant colors.

"Is it a sad mood?" Nie Yun slowly opened his eyes and stretched out his big hand. A gray substance breath swam in the palm of his hand, exuding endless sadness that made people cry. Nie Yun shook his head slightly. Although he was a little surprised that he suddenly realized the sad mood, it was not what he wanted.

"Ne Yun, why don't you take advantage of the artistic conception just now to break through the star level in one fell swoop? You should be able to do it." A figure suddenly appeared beside Nie Yun out of thin air. It was Wu Sansheng who looked at Nie Yun with a sad face and puzzled eyes.

Just now, he sensed a very mysterious artistic conception power. As soon as his mind moved, he instantly appeared here. Originally, when he saw Nie Yunming realize the new artistic conception power, he could see the moment when Nie Yun broke through the star's main level. But at this time, Nie Yun himself suddenly stopped and actually abandoned this God-given opportunity. It's a pity and hateful for Wu Sansheng to give up breaking through the star level. He couldn't help asking Nie Yun why.

Nie Yun smiled indifferently and gently extinguished the sad mood in his hand. His mind moved and drove away all the sadness in his heart. A gray breath kept gushing out of Nie Yun's body, and with a tearful sadness dissipated between heaven and earth.

Nie Yun actually released the sad mood that he had just realized!

"You... What are you doing? Even if you lose this opportunity, as long as this mood does not disappear, you can break through the star level within a month. Do you want to die? Wu Sansheng frowned and said, but Nie Yun's behavior made him puzzled. Obviously, there was a chance to break through the star level, but Nie Yun actually gave up without hesitation. This was simply appalling. He had never heard that anyone would take the initiative to break through the star level!

And Nie Yun is still a person who will die at any time, but such a person actually gave up countless stellar-level dream opportunities.

"The mood of sadness is not the road of truth I pursue." Nie Yun opened his mouth and said that his tone was very light, and there was no regret at all. If he wanted to break through the star order, he would have been able to do it ten years ago, but his inner voice told him that these were not the truths he pursued, not the results he should prove.

In Nie Yun's heart, he had been waiting for the golden road of inspiration at the beginning. That was the way he pursued. After fifteen years, he seemed to have nothing, but the feeling was getting deeper and deeper. He had a hunch that as long as he persisted, the way he pursued would definitely appear.

"But you don't have much time. The purple heart jade will protect you for another ten years at most. If you lose this opportunity, ten years may not appear." Wu Sansheng said, but at this moment, he admires Nie Yun a little. If it were him, he would definitely choose to break through the star order instead of continuing to find a way that suits him.

"Ten years? It seems too short." Nie Yun sighed slightly, and the feeling in his heart was still very light. At least for ten years, he could never understand what it was.

However, Nie Yun is not very worried about this problem. There is a breath of life left in his body before Dudu left. The breath of life contains the vast power of life. Although he doesn't know how long it can protect him, he will not die for at least 20 years.

Twenty years may be enough for Nie Yunming to understand the hidden road in his heart.

"That's all. You don't care. Why do I care so much? In the future, you can calm down and understand. If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'm looking forward to the day when you break through the star level." Wu Sansheng sighed slightly and disappeared out of thin air.

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Spring goes and autumn comes, and the years are like a shuttle. Twenty years pass in a blink of an eye, which makes people sigh that these wasted years are flowing too fast. Quietly, but ruthlessly take away youth and bring white hair.

There is a saying that heavy snow shines on a bumper year. And the heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month of this year floated the gray sky, and the snowflakes were like goose feathers. They did not stop for several days and nights, covering the earth with thick snow. Everything was hidden in the snow-white world. The cold snow-white earth did not have the breath of life, and there was a cold winter loneliness.

Twenty years have been very long in the eyes of ordinary people. The Wu family has changed batch after batch of subordinates. Those familiar faces in the past have gone, and all these things have changed.

A small building by the lake.

The snow covers three cabins, and the small lake is covered with thick snow. It can't be seen that it used to be a lake. Under a few meters of snowflakes and ice, maybe the fish in the lake are calling for the arrival of early spring.

The wooden house is full of cold air that has not yet dispelled. The newly burning charcoal fire exudes a hot temperature, expelling the cold air in the house and emitting a warm atmosphere.

"Uncle Yun is really. After so many years, he still can't change this habit. Once he is immersed in painting, he forgets everything. The charcoal fire has been extinguished for a long time. How cold is the weather? What if it is frozen?" A twenty-four-five man said helplessly, with a strong worry in his eyes. He is Li Juntian, the son of the little tiger. Twenty years later, he has grown up and is already a man with a family. The gentle and virtuous woman beside him is his wife.

The years have changed. Twenty years have passed, and the little Huzi couple are also nearly fifty. Their health is not as good as day, but they rarely come to visit Nie Yun, not to mention such bad weather. Now the people who come to visit Nie Yun have been replaced by Li Juntian, the son of Xiao Huzi.

"Uncle Yun is a strange person. He has been like this all these years, but he has never been sick, so don't worry so much." Li Juntian's wife comforted her husband and said.

"Well, that's why I'm more worried. I'm afraid Uncle Yun is holding on." Li Juntian sighed gently.

"Juntian, I haven't asked. Uncle Yun is your own uncle?" Li Juntian's wife suddenly asked.

Li Juntian shook his head slightly and said, "No, Uncle Yun is not my own uncle. My father has no brother. Uncle Yun is my father's benefactor and the great benefactor of my Li family. Without Uncle Yun, there would be no father today."

"Is Uncle Yun a very powerful person?" Li Juntian's wife asked curiously.

"I don't know. I once asked my father, but my father scolded me severely and didn't allow me to ask about Uncle Yun." Li Juntian shook his head slightly and said.

"Uncle Yun is really a strange person." Li Juntian's wife whispered, as if she felt that what she had just said was a little offensive, and immediately glanced at the white-haired old man.

On the right side of the charcoal fire, a white-haired old man sat on a chair. In front of him was an easel, but he saw that his dark and deep pupils were always staring at the picture scroll in front of him. The old and dry hands moved with nature, with a fluttering, and with a strong force, as the brush kept going on the white paper. The clouds dance like flowing water, and a perfect picture scroll is slowly forming.

Twenty years have passed, and Nie Yun is old and completely old. Since the purple heart jade was broken ten years ago, under the attack of the artistic conception of inflammation, Nie Yun has aged quickly. In just ten years, he is now a white-haired, dry and boring old man. His body is close to rotten, and his body is alive. The fire of life is as weak as a candle, and it will be extinguished as soon as it is blown!

"Alas, Uncle Yun has been too lonely in his life. In the past few decades, if our family hadn't come to visit him from time to time, Uncle Yun would have been completely isolated from the world. Over the years, I haven't heard a word from Uncle Yun say. He is old and old quickly. Ten years seems to have taken away his life for decades. I'm afraid of Uncle Yun. The body can't last for a few years. Li Juntian sighed that he knew very well that his father attached great importance to Uncle Yun, which was definitely beyond his son. If Uncle Yun passed away, his father would be very sad.

"Uncle Yun, don't he have any family?" Li Juntian's wife said softly.

"I don't know. Since I was sensible, Uncle Yun has been living here. I heard from my father that it has been thirty-six years. For thirty-six years, Uncle Yun almost never stepped out of here and immersed himself in painting every day. Now I feel a little scared when I think about it. Thirty-six years of lonely painting, I'm afraid I'm crazy. " Li Juntian's body trembled slightly for a while. Thirty-six years of loneliness, he felt afraid when he thought about it.