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The Final Volume - Legend of Immortals Chapter 1 What if this is the ending?

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    Bamboo Forest House, during these years of wandering, I have dreamed of this place thousands of times and chanted its name thousands of times in my heart. So even if I am completely unconscious, I can still know where this is?  The faint fragrance of bamboo and the rustling sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, it should be a sunny afternoon, the warm and faint sunshine slanted in from the bamboo window, hitting my face, everything was so quiet and beautiful.  My thoughts have not fully recovered, and my consciousness is still very weak. But the sweetness that keeps coming from my mouth reminds me that someone was feeding me just now. The taste is the taste of grapes.  The taste is so good in my memory.  Time goes back again and again, and I feel like I have returned to the old house of my childhood. My second sister was sitting by the bed, carefully peeling off the skins of the grapes one by one, and feeding me the grapes!  Most of my thinking recovered in an instant. I clearly heard my second sister's voice just now!  Why is my second sister here?  This is Zhulin Xiaozhu. Why did I return to Zhulin Xiaozhu?  I can¡¯t tell what I feel inside. It¡¯s like being in a happy dream. Too much happiness will make you numb. I just subconsciously want to sit up. I want to see if the footsteps running out just now are mine.  Sister, as soon as I sat up, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.  At that time, I took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but groan, and fell on the bed.  Then, I heard a "clang" sound, which was the sound of a porcelain bowl falling to the ground. Then I saw a person looking at me with tears in his eyes and trembling lips. I don't know why, but he was a little timid, as if he was doing something.  The child who had done something wrong did not dare to face it. He could only mutter the word "Mom" from his throat that was still thirsty and stinging. "Yes, the one standing at the door is my mother. Over the years, I have been looking for her."  Master, I always feel that my parents are taken care of by my sisters, and because of my fate, I never dare to get too close to my parents or get too close to them. Thinking about the memories of getting along with them over the years, they are almost blank, even the phone number.  They rarely call.  Now, when I appeared in front of them again, I looked like I was about to die and was seriously injured. The feeling of drowsiness coming from my head told me that I had been unconscious for a long time.  How unfilial is it for me to make my parents worry about me all the time?  That's why I didn't dare to face it. After calling out "Mom", I had complicated thoughts and thought about so many things. The most important thing was the sad feeling, but my mother had already rushed over in three steps and two steps, regardless of her.  He held me in his arms.  I am also in my thirties, and I felt a little embarrassed to be hugged by my mother all of a sudden, but the familiar smell coming from my mother made me feel at ease inexplicably. I am very happy that there are many people in this world.  There are three people who love me selflessly, and my parents are naturally two of them.  Actually, my mother was a little excited and didn¡¯t notice that such an action involved my wound and caused me some pain, but in order not to worry her, I held it back.  Just like that, my mother hugged me quietly for a few seconds. The tears rolling down her face fell on my neck, which made me feel warm and sad. However, I suppressed the urge to squeeze out a smile to comfort me.  She, a smile should be the greatest comfort to her, right?  But my mother pushed me away again, put her hands on my shoulders, and began to look at me carefully up and down.  In my eyes, her hair is already gray, and the wrinkles on her face have become deeper these days, or she looks haggard and her eyes are red because of worry. I feel heartbroken when I see her, and I can¡¯t help but want to reach out and put  on her face.  But I didn't expect that such a simple action of raising my hand would tug on the wound. The severe pain made me scream again, and I couldn't sit still for a while, and fell softly.  The bedside.  "Xiuyun, what are you doing? Have you got the third baby?" Following the chaotic footsteps, an excited and uncontrollably loud voice came from the door. I looked up and saw that there were so many people coming.  There were a large group of people, and wasn¡¯t my dad the first to bear the brunt?  I looked at him quietly. Compared with my mother, he was much older. His hair was almost completely white. His originally dark face had deep wrinkles, as if carved by a knife. He had deep wrinkles under his eyes.  Bags under eyes, eyes are also red.  Presumably, he was as worried as my mother when I was in coma.  Unlike women, men have more serious worries. Unlike women, they can more or less use crying to relieve their depressed emotions, so my dad looks older.  I looked at my father, and the tears that I had just suppressed finally blurred my eyes, and I gritted my teeth to hold them back. I always firmly believe that at this time, a smile can ease their worries.In the blur of suppressing tears, I could no longer see clearly who was standing behind my dad.  I really want to explain to my dad, but now I am somewhat weak and my reaction to speaking is also slow.  At this moment, my mother couldn't help but anxiously touched me here and there, fearing that she would touch my wounds. She placed her hands very carefully and asked repeatedly: "Sanwa'er, are you your mother?"  Where did it hurt? Tell me, what kind of life has Mom been having these past two months? How would you expect me and your dad to survive if you have a problem?  ?¡± As he said, my mother couldn¡¯t help but started to cover her face and started to cry softly, while my father seemed to be very irritable, with a strong look on his face, and walked over with his hands behind his back, cursing in his mouth: ¡°You  Why are you becoming more useless as you get older? You must have hurt Sanwa'er, so he screamed! Why are you crying? Sanwa'er just woke up. Why did you say this in front of him?  What? Why are you crying? " My mom and dad have been talking like this all their lives, and my mom has always had a strong personality. When my dad scolds her, she never refuses to talk back, but this time it's rare.  He didn't say anything back, and quickly wiped away his tears.  My dad kept mumbling, but his eyes always fell on me, showing deep worry and concern. I felt that he wanted to cry, but was embarrassed. He kept looking at me for a while, and then turned his face  Turn toward the window and take a few deep breaths.  I looked at my parents and felt indescribable sadness in my heart. I endured the pain and held my mother's hand. Then I took a breath and said to my father: "Dad, I pulled the wound myself."  After saying that, I began to gasp a few times, because when all my thoughts and feelings returned, it was too painful. I couldn't help it. Should this pain be a fatal injury?  I don't know either.  "Look at you, what are you scolding? Aren't you just making San Wa'er worried?" My mother finally couldn't bear it anymore, shook my hand hard, scolded my dad, and then put her hand on mine  On his face, he said to me: "Don't worry, your dad and I are like this, how can you explain to him who is so stubborn?" "Okay, parents, let Sanba'er rest first.  Don't be vindictive." A furious voice interrupted, first helping my dad sit down, and then walking up to me.  It¡¯s the eldest sister. Then, a gentle voice also intervened and said: "That¡¯s right, eldest sister is right, parents, don¡¯t be so excited." At this time, I saw the second sister also walked next to me.  In my memory, the appearance of my eldest sister and second sister will always remain in the era when they wore pigtails. No matter how the years change, how mature and elegant they have become, the memory of that time is also indescribable.  obliterated.  I couldn't say anything more, but when I saw my two sisters' eyes that were also red from the heat and their haggard faces, I suddenly felt that I had too little time for my loved ones. I have thousands of things to say, but I don't know where to start.  I don't have the strength to say a thousand words like this.  "Forget it, let's leave first. Chengyi needs to rest and let his family get together." Another familiar voice came from the door, it was Qinhuai, he is here too?  "That's right, that's right. Let's go out first and wait for Sanwa'er to get together with his family. He's so naughty, he often leaves for a year and a half, and I leave my mother (parents) to take care of me, shouting  He should admit his mistake to his uncle and aunt. "Oh, crispy meat!"  I am full of excitement and kindness, but unfortunately I can¡¯t say anything to them now. The eldest sister, the second sister, and my mother are sitting around my bed, and my father is sitting not far away, blocking my view and letting me see.  I couldn't see what they looked like now, or who was standing at the door. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Where¡¯s the master?  After my thoughts recovered, my last memory was of the ship flying in the sky. I suddenly began to feel uneasy. Why didn't I hear Master's voice? Where has Master gone?  ¡°Perhaps the previous farewell without saying goodbye caused me too much psychological damage, and I really felt insecure. I was afraid that my master would leave again.  I frowned slightly, but I didn't dare to ask yet, for fear that the family members sitting around would worry that my mother's hands were still on my face. They probably thought I was still in pain, so I made this expression, and she was still there.  He said in a low voice: "I just spilled the liquid food I cooked for you. San baby, are you hungry? Mom also made fish soup, which is great for healing wounds. After all, what Master Jiang gave you was medicinal soup.  You must be feeling bitter." Master Jiang?  Give me medicinal soup?  Then, Master has definitely not left!  My heart suddenly relaxed.  Once again, I held my mother's hand tightly. Once upon a time, I dreamed of living a life like this. My master, my lover, my relatives, my friends, we were in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.?, living a simple but contented and happy life, and now, all of this is like a dream, and it is about to come true.  My heart aches because I think of Ruxue.  But my heart doesn¡¯t dare to be ungratefully satisfied. If this is the ending of my life, I will probably close my eyes with a smile.
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