Chapter 1037 Yin and Yang Separated!

Xiao Jue came to a single-family villa not far away, and looked at it quietly. The weather was very cold, and the leaves of the trees had already fallen. It can be seen that this place is very particular, and it is a good location for viewing and living.

There were no disturbances, let alone accidents, and he found Xu Qiong's residence smoothly, which was the single-family villa in front.

In the distance, a car slowly drove up, and a graceful woman got out of the car, she was so familiar, Xiao Jue's heart was shocked, it was Xu Qiong.

She is well maintained. Although she has already passed her prime, there are not many traces of the years, and she has a kind of maturity and stability.

Xiao Jue was in a daze, recalling a lot of past events. Back then, the beautiful woman loved to talk and laugh, and was very cheerful, but now her temperament is completely different.

Those past years, that past youth, have changed a lot, if they hadn't met here, he wouldn't dare to recognize each other.

"Mom." The car door on the other side opened, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl got out of the car, bouncing around, very lively and beautiful, very similar to Xu Qiong from more than 20 years ago.

In the distance, Xiao Jue was stunned, so many years had passed, the former girl was already a mother, having such a big daughter made him feel mixed feelings, and he stood silently on the spot.

"Years." He slowly spit out these three words.

In the distance, Xu Qiong happened to look over and saw him, the handbag fell to the ground all of a sudden, the expression on his face froze all of a sudden, and he looked at him in surprise.

Then, with an extremely excited expression, she stretched out her hand, pointed at Xiao Jue, and murmured: "You...you...you are..."

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The girl quickly bypassed the car, ran up to her, hugged her arm, shook it worriedly, and then followed her gaze to look here.

After so many years, Xiao Jue's appearance has not changed, even a few years younger than before, he silently came up to her and faced her.

"Really...is that you?" Xu Qiong asked tremblingly.

"It's me." Xiao Jue nodded.

Such a meeting, many words are hard to say for a while, the two are silently confronting each other, and their moods are ups and downs.

"Go in and talk." Xu Qiong said calmly.

"Mom, who is he?" the girl next to him asked softly.

After entering the living room, Xu Qiong said: "Xu Ye, go to your own room, I have something to say to this uncle."

"What uncle, you're only a few years older than me." Xu Ye wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, and said playfully and provocatively, "Hey, who are you, little brat?" With a joking tone, it didn't make people feel uncomfortable. Resentful, very lively.

"Go back to your room." Xu Qiong raised his face.

"Oh fine."

The living room became quiet, neither of them spoke. For Xu Qiong, the appearance of Xiao Jue was too shocking.

There was a suffocating silence, and Xu Qiong spoke after a long time, "These years... where have you been?"

"It's so far away, so far away that I worked so hard and escaped death, and I didn't come back until now." Xiao Jue said bitterly.

Xu Qiong sighed softly, and said: "I didn't wait for you for too long. We met for two years, and we only waited for two years. People have to live."

Xiao Jue nodded. Reality is not a novel, people want to survive, live, what to wait for a lifetime, that is unrealistic, it is just a beautiful story, people always have to move forward.

He didn't know how Xu Qiong brought his parents here, something must have happened, there were some stories.

"Xu Qiong, my parents..." Xiao Jue trembled.

"It would be great if you came back three years sooner."

Xiao Jue seemed to be struck by lightning, and leaned on the sofa weakly, feeling dizzy. Although he had expected it, when he heard such a reply with his own ears, he still felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his eyes went black for a while. Tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Xu Qiong got up, took him into a room, and told him that this was the last place where two old people lived. Three years ago, one before the other, they passed away within a month.

Xiao Jue knelt there, weeping silently, clutching the sheets tightly, wanting to feel everything about them, to capture the breath of their existence.

"They do miss you very much. Every night, they will softly hum the song that lulled you to sleep when you were young, and touch the photos of you when you were young..."

"Especially, when they were physically ill and could no longer move, they hugged the yellowed photo album tightly, for fear of losing it."

"In the last days, they caressed with their rough hands and stared blankly at your picture with cloudy eyes..."

Xiao Jue couldn't bear it anymore, knelt on the ground, put his head on the bed, and cried out in grief.

For more than 20 years, all the hard work has been in vain. After all, he has not been able to see his parents. His heart is like a knife, full of sorrow and pain, and there are endless regrets!

The heart-piercing pain, tears pouring down like springs, blurring his eyes, Xiao Jue almost broke his fingers, he couldn't accept this result.

Xu Qiong backed out, leaving him alone in the room, Xiao Jue felt a kind of warmth and calling in a trance.

"Xiao Jue, are you back..."

Xiao Jue was heartbroken, murmured, weeping blood word by word, and recited the Sutra, never thinking that he would read it for his parents, every word was branded in the void, with his sadness and grief, branded in the room.

The sorrow of the wind tree!

The son wants to support but the relative does not wait. When the wanderer returns, he doesn't see his father and mother. Life and death are separated. Where can we talk?

Xiao Jue burst into tears, all his efforts were in vain, he came back desperately, crossed the boundless star field, but could not pass the river of time, after all, it was a step too late.

He was trembling slightly, reciting the scriptures of saving people, what kind of pain it was, and tearfully recited Taoist scriptures for his parents, hoping that they would die.

Xiao Jue bit his lip, blood dripped down, and whispered over and over again, every word was stained with blood, the whole room was covered with runes, and the void was branded.

For more than 20 years, his goal in life has been to come back, meet his parents, reunite with them, and let the smiles reappear on their aging and sad faces. For this reason, he was born and died, just to return. However, his parents were gone... In one day, his life had no purpose, and the whole world collapsed.

"Dad, Mom..." Xiao Jue murmured, tears kept falling, trembling, silently recited the Sutra, never expecting to see his parents off like this.

The greatest pain in the world is nothing more than this.

He has a lot to say, to tell about his longing for the past twenty years, but he is gone, what else can he do? Only choked up, tears kept rolling down.

Xiao Jue felt pain in his heart, all his efforts turned into nothingness in front of the years, everything could not be repeated and could not be changed.

The paleness of life, the ruthlessness of the years, he is so sad and helpless, reaching into the void, he can't catch anything!

He felt that he was so ridiculous, thinking that one day as long as he was invincible in the world, he could smash everything and change everything. But now, God directly gave him a blow to the head, making him so weak that he knelt on the ground and didn't want to get up.