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Murder in the Mist Chapter 57 Reunion under the Sun (Part 2)

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    We were speechless all the way back to my house.  From a distance, I saw tna standing outside the door. Seeing that I had successfully brought the people back, tna nodded to us and left.  As smart as she is, how could she not know the troubles that will follow?  It's definitely not inconvenient to disturb me. She appeared here just because she was worried that I couldn't handle the previous demon hunter's emotions well.  There is a slight warmth in my heart. From the time I went down the mountain to pick up Aunt Xin, my emotions seem to have become a little more sensitive. I understand the meaning of protection more clearly in a trance. Sometimes it is enough for the people around me to live peacefully every day.  .  These changes have reflected on my soul, but I don¡¯t know what kind of changes they have brought about, and I am not aware of them.  Pushing the door open, the room was still quiet.  It seems that Aunt Xin has not returned from digging bamboo shoots.  I stood in the courtyard and I didn¡¯t know what to say.  This kind of waiting for the coming rain is the most uncomfortable thing.  But I can't leave. Even if I put everything aside, based on my relationship with Xin Yi, Uncle Xin and Aunt Xin are already my family.  "Compared to my embarrassment, Uncle Xin's mood gradually calmed down, but the worry and sadness between his eyebrows could not be erased.  Instead, he asked me first: "Since Xiaoxiu followed you up the mountain without knowing it, then since I have returned to the village, you haven't told her yet?" I swallowed a gulp of saliva. In fact, I had deliberately ignored this point just now.  Tell Uncle Xin that I'm afraid that Uncle Xin will be even more sad after knowing Aunt Xin's reaction.  Sometimes, what people in love fear is not the stormy quarrels, but the indifference of strangers who can look at each other with a smile.  "I, I said it." I was hesitant. I didn't know what to say next.  Is it difficult to describe Aunt Xin's reaction vividly?  Uncle Xin looked at me and was silent for a while. He didn't ask too many questions. He just said: "She shouldn't be in the house now, right? Otherwise, according to her character, even if she doesn't want to see me, she won't see me."  Just hide. I'll go check on Xin Yi first." "Oh, oh, okay." I nodded, increasingly confused about their emotions.  But at this moment, the mysterious woman wearing a mask suddenly spoke: "Where do I live?" I reacted immediately and was only focused on the conversation with Uncle Xin, somewhat ignoring that she was still standing here.  Uncle Xin glanced at me and said, "Let her live in your place. It's a quiet room. She doesn't like to be disturbed. I'll go in." I nodded. Fortunately, the room was big enough. I remembered that it was behind the main house.  There was a wing room, which Su Ling had cleaned, saying that if a few people came suddenly, this room could be used.  Now that I think about it, it¡¯s quiet enough there, which meets the requirements.  He took her to the back of the main house.  She followed me silently, and there was no one around at the time. I had something to say but didn't know how to say it. Only in this atmosphere did I lead her forward with a slightly awkward atmosphere, and within a few steps I arrived at the back.  room.  Opening the room, she went in and took a look, then nodded to me, walked to the door, and looked at me without saying a word.  That meant an eviction order, and she was going to close the door and be alone.  I clearly had something to say in my heart, but seeing her attitude made it even harder to speak, and there was no reason to stay, so I could only walk slowly to the door, look back, and hesitate to speak.  But as if she couldn¡¯t see my attitude and expression, she closed the door calmly.  I felt anxious and couldn't help but gently block the door with my hand. She raised her head, her eyes under the mask were quite impatient, but there was no doubt in the least.  "Yun, Aunt Yun. I still remember your name." I don't know why I felt embarrassed when I saw her eyes. I couldn't say a word that I had planned, but instead came out 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 that, I just wanted to ask her about some things about 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 I am even full of regrets.  The old man didn¡¯t seem to have many contacts. He only vaguely remembered a foreign friend, but Brother Zhengchuan mentioned this. He had never mentioned it himself, and Brother Zhengchuan knew very little about it.  In addition, the only person I have ever had contact with is Aunt Yun.  I don¡¯t necessarily want to find out something, what should I do?  I just wanted to hear more about him and I felt connected.  After saying this, I looked at her expectantly.  But her eyes were as calm as water and as silent as gray, and there was no trace of any fluctuation in her eyes. The movements of her hands only paused for a second, and then she closed the door again without hesitation.  I stared blankly at the closed door. What does this mean?  For a moment I wondered, maybe I really recognized the wrong person?However, it is not wrong. How could something that impressed me so deeply be wrong?  I wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but after hesitating for a moment, I finally put my hand down, sighed, and turned around to leave.  No matter what the reason is, she treats me like this, and I have to respect her wishes.  What's more, she was the one invited by Uncle Xin to save Xin Yi?  But I don¡¯t know if it was due to my misunderstanding, but when I turned to leave, I seemed to hear a sigh. I turned around sensitively, and saw that the door was still closed, and there was no one behind the slightly ajar windows.  human figure.  I had no choice but to turn around and leave here in disappointment, but I was thinking in my heart. I must ask Uncle Xin later if I can only leave the food at the door?  This little thing, as soon as I answered the front yard, I no longer took care of it, because I had just arrived in the front yard, and before I had time to turn to the room where Xin Yi was and say a few words to Uncle Xin, I saw the door being pushed open.  , Aunt Xin stepped in from outside the door.  She was still holding the bamboo basket in her hand, but it was already filled with tender-looking bamboo shoots. It was obvious at a glance that they had been carefully selected in the bamboo forest.  There was a slight sweat on her forehead, and there were some traces of mud on the cuffs of her clothes, as well as on her hands.  When he saw me, he said: "Zheng Ling, I'm going to wash my hands. You can help me put the basket in the kitchen. I saw that the bamboo shoots were good, so I dug some more. If you can't finish them, I'll take care of them and pickle them."  Some, dry some. This mountain is good, where can I get these fresh wild foods in the city? "What kind of attitude is this?  I was almost going crazy because of Aunt Xin and Uncle Xin's inexplicable emotions.  Aunt Xin didn't seem to be faking it. The carefully selected bamboo shoots and the marks on her body showed that she really dug the bamboo shoots seriously.  When you come back, you don't even ask if Uncle Xin is here. Is it so natural?  Is it just an unfamiliar friend who has returned instead of the husband who once loved her so much?  Could it be that time is ruthless and there is really no emotion between them?  Thinking of this, I felt a little sad. The old man once said I was naive, because I hope that any relationship in the world will exist forever and will not change.  Even if time flies by, there must always be something worth time, right?  With this emotion, I took over the basket from Aunt Xin's hand. I watched Aunt Xin want to tell her that Uncle Xin was already in the room, and even wanted to give her a few words of advice. In any case, Uncle Xin had actually been keeping her in mind all these years.  I hope she can be more warm to Uncle Xin.  However, before I opened my mouth, I found that Aunt Xin's movement of handing me the basket suddenly stopped. I went to get it without paying much attention. Unexpectedly, Aunt Xin seemed to be in a trance. Before I could grab the basket with my hand, she already  Letting go, the bamboo shoots in the basket scattered all over the floor.  "Aunt Xin, I'll pick it up." I said quickly, but Aunt Xin didn't react at all. She let the basket that had just fallen roll around at her feet. I finally realized that something was wrong and looked up at Aunt Xin, but  I saw her eyes staring blankly behind me, and that look was so complicated that I couldn't describe it.  It¡¯s like a spring breeze comes overnight, and the ice and snow finally melt.  And the spring rain is coming quickly. Although the ice and snow have melted, the snow water is still cold, and another layer of cold air envelopes the sky and the earth.  Such a look makes people feel heartache just by looking at it, but they can't explain why it hurts so much?  Because your emotions are too strong, do you make others feel the same way?  It only took less than a second for Aunt Xin to notice that I was looking at her. She lowered her head naturally, reached out to tuck the messy hair around her ears, and said, "Look at me, I'm tired of digging bamboo shoots.  My hands and feet are not very flexible, let me pick it up. " Once again, I didn't know how to react. I just looked back subconsciously, but I saw Uncle Xin coming out of Xin Yi's room at some time and standing at the door.  Aunt Xin had already lowered her head, and he was still looking at Aunt Xin like this.  The warm wind that was no longer cold stirred up his neatly combed hair, and the white hair suddenly appeared. His whole person was filled with a kind of desolation and expectation, and his lips kept trembling. Maybe even he didn't notice it.  The tears in my eyes kept falling line after line.  It was Uncle Xin who cried.  Looking at his figure, I also felt a sense of desolation in my heart. I sighed that the years would never come back. My beloved was old. I tried my best to get back only the past time, which could not make up for the lovesickness of so many years.  Not meeting each other.  I couldn't bear to look, so I turned around, stretched out my hand to stop Aunt Xin, and said softly: "Auntie, it's up to me to take care of such a small matter. Now that Uncle Xin is here, you guys, why don't you guys talk?" I stopped Aunt Xin, Aunt Xin  Then she stood up and was silent when I said it, neither saying yes nor saying no.  I didn't dare to ask further questions and just lowered my head to pick up the bamboo shoots.  At this time, Uncle Xin's footsteps sounded. Although his voice was slightly choked, it was infinitely gentle: "Let me do it. I'll peel these bamboo shoots. I know you loved to eat the heart of bamboo shoots when you were young. How far should you peel them?"  The bamboo shoots are the most pleasing to your taste, I still remember it.¡±  Yes, time can take away a lot, but time can¡¯t take away some things after all, just like it can¡¯t take away the traces that Aunt Xin left in Uncle Xin¡¯s heart and soul. I think Aunt Xin will be very touched, right?  However, what I saw out of the corner of my eye was Aunt Xin¡¯s footsteps leaving, even in a hurry.
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