Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Chapter 596 Clown

Thousands of miles of seawater disappeared, thousands of miles of seafloor earth became shattered, and a huge deep pit appeared in the Dead Sea. Under the impact of the purple light, the surrounding seawater seemed to have spirituality and did not dare to approach, making this The pit has been there for a long time.

Di Tian was in mid-air, spreading his hair without saying a word. The bone xun in front of him had disappeared, and Su Ming was no longer there.

After a while, Di Tian raised his head, with a ferocious look on his face, and monstrous anger on his face, and he let out an earth-shattering roar toward the sky!

This roaring sound echoed, spread in all directions, and lingered for a long time.

His fateful punishment destroyed everything within thousands of miles, but no trace of Su Ming was found. Although he could feel that the power of this punishment should have had an effect,... Su Ming did not die.

His consciousness suddenly dispersed, sweeping the world with murderous intent and madness, covering the limit of his consciousness, but he... couldn't find any trace of Su Ming!

Su Ming's whole person just disappeared from Ditian's world again, leaving him unable to find him...

He descended into a clone, but in the end this was the result, especially the awakening of fate, which made Di Tian tremble in his heart at this moment. He stood in the air until the sea water below filled up again as the purple light dispersed. The entire Dead Sea has sunk a little.

"I don't believe that you can hide forever. One day, I will find you again. The next time we meet, I, Di Tian, ​​swear here that I will... let you sink at all costs!" Di Tian closed his eyes, but his expression The gloominess was still difficult to dissipate until he turned around. Take one step towards the distant sky!

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The sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly, especially as it approaches noon. It was slightly hot when it was sprinkled on people's bodies, forcing beads of sweat to form, but there was not much wind to take it away.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus cannot be dissipated in the little wind. It can only linger in the range of its growth and bloom to its heart's content.

Bursts of laughter and laughter came not far from this sweet-scented osmanthus forest. From time to time, through the forest, you can see a scattered house there.

There are probably nearly a hundred homes, and smoke is now curling up from their kitchens. In the fragrance of osmanthus, it feels like a paradise.

There are many mountains around, making this place seem very remote. There are not many pedestrians, and there is only one road leading to this house. Only some faint traces of carriages running over it existed.

Maybe it was just after the rain not long ago. Although the sun was shining brightly, the ground was very muddy when walking on it. It can make a chirping sound, which has a unique charm.

In this osmanthus forest. At this moment there is a young man wearing clothes full of patches. Sitting on some leaves, leaning against the tree, staring blankly at the sky that cannot be covered by the leaves in the forest, I don't know what I am thinking.

His face was a little pale, but his pale face looked very delicate. He was not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old. The patched clothes could not hide his body, which made people look at him. Afterwards, a favorable temperament will develop.

It's just that his body looks very thin, but now he is leaning on the osmanthus tree and his eyes looking at the sky are extremely agile.

He looked at the sky silently, holding some grass in his hand. As he fiddled with his hands, he gradually formed the shape of a little man. All this seemed to be his subconscious behavior. He was still looking at the sky, not knowing what he was looking at. Maybe it was The blue sky, or maybe the white clouds, no one knows except himself.

After a long time, a sound of footsteps came from a distance, and with the sound of footsteps, there was also a clear child's voice, reaching the young man's ears.

"Brother Gou Sheng, brother Gou Sheng... my mother is calling you to go home..."

This is a girl's voice, clear and innocent, as if it has not been stained by the world of mortals, uncluttered by thoughts, and retains the innocent dream of a child.

It was a **-year-old girl, wearing the same patched clothes and two pigtails. She was not pretty. She had a birthmark on her face, but her eyes were bright. If the birthmark could be ignored, this was a Very cute girl.

After hearing the girl's voice, the young man withdrew his gaze to the sky, with a heartfelt smile on his face. He sat up from the ground and looked at the little girl running from not far away.

"Run slowly, the ground is muddy." The young man walked over and spoke softly, looking at the little girl with a look of doting.

"Brother Gou Sheng, my mother made delicious food today. It's the yam that the clown likes to eat the most. Come on, come on." The little girl ran to the boy and said with a smile, and even raised her little hand to help. Shake off the dirt and leaves stuck to the boy's clothes.

The young man touched the little girl's head, smiled and took her hand, and walked out of the forest together.

"Brother Gou Sheng, why do you always come here? There is nothing here except the sweet-scented osmanthus tree." The girl named Xiaoxiao'er blinked her eyes, held the boy's hand, and asked curiously from the side.

The young man smiled and said nothing. He just raised his head and glanced at the sky. There was a flash of vicissitudes in his eyes that could not be seen by outsiders.

Until he walked out of the forest, in the eyes of the young man, he could no longer see the vicissitudes of life. Only the sigh in his heart could be felt by the nothingness, which made the sky originally clear, but suddenly it became much darker. , dark clouds appeared.

The forest was not too far from the house, and it only took a while. The boy was dragged over by the girl who was obviously anxious to eat yams.

Along the way, there were some children who were about the same age as them, playing with each other. After seeing the two brothers and sisters, some of the children made teasing sounds.

"Clown, what delicious food did you cook at home today?"

"Yes, clown, didn't you say last time that your parents would make you a set of clothes without patches?"

The girl holding the boy's hand lowered her head, her body was slightly stiff, but she quickly recovered, but she still lowered her head and wanted to leave here quickly. Not far away, there was a very ordinary house. her home.

This is not a tribe, because the people here are not related by blood. This place may only be called a village.

Listening to the voices of the children taunting the girl, the boy frowned, but the girl's firm grip on his hand and the pleading in her expression made the boy sigh again and silently followed her towards home. go.

"We're home, Mom and Dad. I called Brother Gou Sheng back, and we can start dinner." The girl smiled happily, opened the door of the house, and ran in.

Su Ming walked into the house behind her. It was a house built of mud. It was not big, with only two rooms. When he walked in, the sound of coughing came from one room.

"Gousheng, are you going to see the sweet-scented osmanthus again? It will be gone in a few months, so you might as well look at it more..." Following the words, a middle-aged man walked out of the room.

This man had a weathered face, simple clothes, and a simple expression. When he walked out, he looked at the young man with a kind smile on his face. He was not tall or strong, but his hands gave people a very special feeling. His hands were covered with scars, and the scars covered almost all parts of his hands, especially on his fingers.

And at this moment, the young man could see at a glance that the scars on the man's hands obviously had some new injuries.

As the man walked out, there was a woman behind him. This woman's skin was rough, but her original beauty could be seen. However, the years had left too much nostalgia on her body, making her look... Beyond her original age, she was holding two bowls in her hands and looking at the boy with a smile.

"You kid, if you don't let the clown call you for dinner, you won't know how to come back. You won't go home until dark every time. You are still weak, so don't catch a cold outside."

With a warm smile on his face, the young man stepped forward, took the bowl from the woman's hand, and spoke softly.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine."

"Okay, eat more yams later. Your Zhang family grandpa had a grandson born at home in the morning. He asked your father to make some straw puppets and came back with some yams. He said he wanted to nourish you and Chou'er. "The woman looked lovingly at the young man and the girl who was happily arranging the seats, and walked over with the man.

This was not a sumptuous lunch, except for the cooked yams, which tasted soft and sweet with the addition of some fruit juice. The clown's cheerful laughter echoed in this ordinary family. The woman's kindness and the middle-aged man's gentleness turned into warmth.

The young man looked at them with a smile on his face. That smile came from the bottom of his heart. He was grateful to this family, especially to the girl named Clown.

He woke up here a year ago. He was found in the mountains when the girl went out alone in the mountains to pick different grasses for her father's weaving. She carried him back home. From then on... he was there. Here, life came down.

He had a younger sister. This younger sister was called Joker because she was ugly, but her kindness, her lovely laughter and her smart eyes made him remember that in the coma, there was a weak body with a back. Follow yourself and walk all the way.

He had a father who was very honest and honest. He was a mortal who had lived a life of poverty and illness. Only the straw rope dolls he made were very realistic and were the toys of the children in this village.

He also had a mother, a very kind and gentle woman who loved her husband, her daughter, and the family, and she also gave him, an outsider, enough maternal love.

He is Su Ming.

When he woke up in this warm home a year ago, his cultivation was scattered, but it did not disappear, but was hidden in his body. It was the remnants left by the injuries after the battle with Ditian, and he needed to It takes time to fully recover.

Second update, this kind of chapter is actually not suitable to be written during a monthly ticket battle. Not only is I tired, but I don’t feel as refreshed as fighting...

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