Chapter 910 We are always in your heart

More than ten years passed.

Li Yuan is now in his eighties and is so old that he can't even straighten his back.

His wife Shen Nianxi is also old. She walks unsteadily with a cane.

From the time they got married to the time they grew old, they had not been able to have children, but a long time ago, they adopted some nephews from the clan and raised them as the direct descendants of the Li family.

Now that the Li family has a successor, these old people have long been retiring at home, enjoying their remaining years.

Li Yue'er no longer lived in seclusion in the mountains to practice Taoism, but stayed at home to accompany her brother and sister-in-law.

Since their parents passed away one after another, they have cherished their loved ones around them even more, but it is a pity that those who are gone can never be brought back.

The green bamboos planted in the yard have long been lush and green. A stone table and two stools are placed in the small bamboo forest; a cup of warm tea and two small cups are always available.

These were all specially arranged by Shen Nianxi. Li Yuan felt a sense of familiarity in his heart as he watched this scene, and his eyes became more tender as he looked at his wife.

Now is the time of year when the snow is falling.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, sprinkling the earth, rendering it a bright silver scene.

Li Yuan supported his wife and, despite the dissuasion of his loyal guard Lao Fuguang, left the room and walked into the bamboo forest in the heavy snow.

For some reason, Li Yuan pounded his waist and legs. He felt particularly tired today and couldn't muster up any energy.

But he did not disappoint his wife. Shen Nianxi was old and in poor physical condition, and he had not taken the initiative to mention coming to see her for a long time. Today, he suddenly brought it up, and he was very happy for a while.

The loyal guard Lao Fuguang sighed, looked at the aging backs of Li Yuan and his wife, and no longer tried to stop them. He worked silently, using his magic power to clear the snow on the path in the bamboo forest, and brewed a pot of steaming hot tea, placing it on the stone table in the bamboo forest. Then he silently retreated to the gate of the courtyard, far away from the bamboo forest.

Li Yuan supported Shen Nianxi, also leaning on a cane, with slow steps and a swaying body, as he walked into the bamboo forest little by little.

In the room on the other side of the yard, Li Yue'er looked young because of her success in practicing Taoism. At this moment, she opened the window, leaned against it, and quietly looked at her brother's yard.

It was both to keep an eye on him to prevent any accidents from happening in such cold weather; it was also because it had become a habit, and he had been keeping an eye on his brother and paying silent attention to him since he was a child.

There are green bamboo forests and heavy snow, and the same cup of warm tea, but the atmosphere is peaceful and the shadows are a pair.

"I always feel like I've seen you before in a similar environment."

Li Yuan's beard had already turned white, his face was full of wrinkles, and his smile was very kind and calm.

His wife Shen Nianxi also has gray hair, and her once beautiful youth has long turned into deep wrinkles, which are the traces of time.

"Yeah...I feel the same way. And, a long time ago, I had a dream."

"You in my dream are really cruel."

The wife rolled her eyes gently, with a look of anger and resentment, and I don't know if she was teasing her husband in this world or hinting at something else.

Li Yuan laughed, his beard trembling: "When has your husband ever been cruel? Dreams are always the opposite. Don't take it too seriously..."

Shen Nianxi looked gentle and looked at him lovingly, but she did not continue the topic. Instead, she said something special.

"We met by chance, and it's a lifelong love. The wait was too long, but it passed too fast and too short."

"It's just that I can't bear to trap you. It will destroy you."

Today's wife seemed a little strange. Her words were full of happiness and love, but also reluctance and relief.

For some reason, Li Yuan's heart trembled and he quickly grabbed his wife's hand.

"Okay, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Shen Nianxi had a head full of white hair and an old face, but suddenly she smiled, and between her eyebrows and eyes, her stunning beauty from the past could still be vaguely seen.

"Li Yuan, be good in the future..."

The wife smiled gently, with reluctance and farewell hidden in her eyes.

Li Yuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and his heart beat faster, as if foreshadowing something.

He suppressed this strange feeling and held his wife's somewhat cold hand tightly: "Madam, my silly Nianxi! What happened to you? You really scared me!"

Shen Nianxi smiled and pulled his hand away, silently stood up, picked up the teapot, and tremblingly poured a cup of hot tea for Li Yuan.

Under his wife's urging gaze, Li Yuan drank the tea in one gulp. He felt the hotness going straight from his throat to his chest, which was quite refreshing.

Shen Nianxi's body trembled slightly. She held the edge of the stone table and slowly leaned into Li Yuan's arms.

"Don't be too sad, don't feel too guilty, you have done your best."

“Remember, we’ve always been here.”

Shen Nianxi's voice was soft, with lingering thoughts and affection. She stretched out her finger and touched Li Yuan's chest. Listening to the increasingly rapid heartbeat, tears instantly fell from her eyes.

At this moment, her words seemed to refer not only to herself, but also to more deceased beings, those relatives and friends who died in the catastrophe.

Tears soaked Li Yuan's clothes on his chest, making his heart feel cool.

Some kind of extremely intense pain suddenly burst out from his mind, and Li Yuan suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if there was a scarred figure, holding a sword that exuded murderous aura, standing alone in the darkness and screaming in despair!

That figure seemed to carry the glory of all the souls' wishes, but he also carried the pain of too many relatives and friends' deaths. He hated himself for not being able to save everyone, and he suppressed extremely terrifying negative emotions, but he had to pretend to be calm in front of others, to appear calm, confident, and at least not to worry his relatives and friends!

"I see......"

Li Yuan was in a daze for a long time, with a crystal tear flowing from the corner of his eye. The shackles deep in his soul seemed to break inch by inch, and long-forgotten memories came rushing back.

The peace and happiness of this life gave him the most genuine emotions in the world, and also consumed the hostility hidden deep in his heart, eliminating all those tiny hidden dangers.

His heart skipped a beat, Li Yuan looked down at his arms, tears suddenly welling up and his face trembling.

At some point, Shen Nianxi had stopped breathing, with snowflakes on her face. She leaned quietly in his arms, her fingers still lightly tapping on his chest, as if pointing directly at his true heart.

The familiar figure in his arms slowly turned cold, as cold as the wind and snow in the world. Li Yuan burst into tears, uncontrollable sadness rising from the bottom of his heart, and he cried like a tearful man for a moment.

He hugged his wife's cold body tightly. No matter how happy and perfect the earthly life is, one will eventually have to experience the pain of separation and death.

Li Yuan knew that this was not deliberate suffering, but the truth of the cycle of the world. No matter how healthy a person is and how healthy and worry-free he lives his life, he will eventually return to the earth.

In sadness, he felt dizzy, a feeling of weakness swept over his body, and then he fell into unconsciousness.

Almost in an instant, exclamations were heard and footsteps were heard hurriedly approaching from not far away.

But all he saw were two old figures leaning against a stone table in the snowy bamboo forest, hugging each other tightly, and dying silently.