The fire was burning in the small room, bringing the only warmth to the relatively small room. It was so cold outside, but he was anxiously waiting outside the door to walk around. Her painful voice inside the room made his heart beat.

Sweat was dripping from their foreheads, and the barrier deployed outside prevented them from being discovered by the enemy so quickly, but they still couldn't withstand the biting cold.

"Tell me about your wife." The old man put his hands behind his back. He did not look at himself, but looked through the barrier at the white snow outside.

"This way you won't be so worried." The old man continued: "As someone who has experienced this, when the old woman gave birth to her children, I was the same way. I felt like something was weighing me down and I couldn't breathe, so I had to worry about them and their children.

I was waiting outside the door, unable to do anything. I felt really guilty. I wished I could give birth to that boy myself."

He looked at the old man without saying anything. In his eyes, the wind and snow all over the sky were endless.

"Then, I was thinking, what should I do to comfort the old woman after she has suffered for so long? I thought about it, but in the end I couldn't think of anything, because I felt that there was nothing that could comfort the baby who gave birth to me.

The fat boy’s wife, I can only tell her that she is beautiful and take care of her at all times. Only then can I feel less guilty.”

"You and your wife are both young. To you, the child is really like a treasure. You have to believe that both mother and child will be safe."

The old man was talking the whole time, he just listened and stood at the door, with only her appearance in his mind.

"If you don't suggest it, you can talk to me about your wife to relieve the anxiety that every man has. If this time passes, it will be fine." The old man looked at him, his anxiety had already made him

He kept pacing outside the door.

There is no use in being anxious.

"My wife is a very rational but gentle woman with an emotional side sometimes. Thinking about it now, we are still childhood sweethearts. She has always been very kind to me, and I owe her a lot."

He took a breath and spoke slowly. He finally stopped pacing and sat down cross-legged in the snow.

The old man also sat down slowly and listened to his slow story.

"You may not believe it, but my wife told me that she remembers the memories of her nine reincarnations. I have met her in every life." He looked at the green sword in his hand and said slowly

.

"Oh? Yes. Maybe those are the love words your wife said to you, telling you how much she loves you." The old man was not surprised, but responded.

"No...old man, it's not like this..." He did not raise his head, but he was no longer looking at the sword, but was staring at the snow on the ground, which was completely white.

"Then... what will it be like?" the old man asked.

"She really has the memory of nine lifetimes, and in each lifetime, she and I met."

Fists clenched.

Maybe it's not a good memory.

The old man thought so.

"She said that in every life, I hurt her, every life was ruthless and meaningless. It made her sad, made her heartbroken, and made her live in a nightmare." His words were very soft, but every word was so meaningful.

Has weight.

"..." The old man's breathing became heavy, and he breathed out thickly, turning into white mist in the cold air.

"She said that only in this life, before we met, I became a child with a good personality, but it still made her sad and helpless."

"I don't know if people can reincarnate after death, but I know that when she said this, she must hope that you can love her deeply, otherwise she wouldn't marry you, right? Besides, that was what you did in the ninth life.

What does this matter have to do with you now?" The old man said, popping out a pack of cigarettes, and lighting them in the ice and snow while blocking the wind with his hands.

"My old wife and I have been together for most of my life, and I have heard everything from her mouth. Women are very strange creatures. In order to make you love her more, they can say anything."

The smoke swirled on the snow, slowly rose into the sky, and drifted together with the white snow, disappearing without a trace.

"..." He clenched his fist tightly and did not let go.

"My wife has never said panic to me, so I want to believe that it is true." He continued: "In this life, I love her deeply, no matter which life I hurt her,

I only know that in this life, I will love her for the rest of my life, no matter how difficult the road ahead is." His voice fluctuated slightly and was choked with sobs.

"That's right! No matter she said you were heartless and unrighteous in your ninth life, or how sad it made her in your ninth life, at least in this life, you have become husband and wife! You love each other so much now, isn't that enough!" The old man took a deep breath.

After a puff of smoke, smoke came out of his nostrils, and two billows of white smoke came out and dissipated.

"It's just that now that the seven demons have returned to the world, where can she and I find a place to live? The peaceful days before are gone forever. I'm afraid that one day, I will suddenly leave, leaving only them.

In this world, in this life, mother and son have become betrayers again." The fists still did not loosen, but became tighter and tighter.

The old man looked at him, lit the cigarette into the snow, and put it out.

"Young man...although I don't know who you are...but I still want to tell you that if you really love your wife, you should believe that every day is the day you love your wife. Don't

Afraid of separation, because you cherish the opportunity to love each other every day, and this is enough. Don't be sad because of the future that has not yet come. You are still young, and you still have the present." The old man looked at him, his old eyes a bit

Mingliang continued: "Although the devil has forced us to have no way out, all of us in the spiritual world are working hard for that slim hope. As long as we do this, we will definitely defeat them one day!

You are so young, how do you know that you will not live to see the day of victory? Don't be so pessimistic! Young man, even an old man like me wants to live to see that day! You, a young man, must think the same way."

The old man put his hand on his shoulder.

"But……"

He raised his head to look at the old man.

In a daze, he saw a pair of young, bright eyes.

"There is nothing to worry about. The future and a better tomorrow will definitely be waiting for you! The darkness brought by the devil is only temporary, and the dawn will eventually come! Please believe that your wife and children are your hope, and don't give up on the hope in your heart.

This hope.”

He looked at the old man, his eyes clearer.

Hearing the baby's cry, he quickly got up and went into the house to take a look.

"It's a boy! Old man!"

The door opened, and a happy old woman announced the good news.

"How is she?" he asked, looking into the room like a giraffe with eager eyes.

"Mother and child are safe! Mother and child are safe! You don't have to worry anymore! Come in quickly, she is very weak, just don't disturb her." The old woman gave way. He hurried in.

Seeing that he was coming, she slowly opened her tired eyes wider. Her eyes were like stars, very beautiful, but she didn't know whether it was because of fatigue or something, but they glowed with a lack of energy.

He held her right hand with both hands. He did not look at his newborn son first, but looked at her lovingly.

"How about it……"

She nodded.

"Give the child a name." the old man said.

Only then did he take over his child.

He looked at the three people in the small room.

He looked at her.

After a long time, he said.

"Let's call her Ziming... Ning Ziming. My dear, what do you think?"

She nodded.

The wind and snow outside the house are swaying, and they welcome this new life.
Chapter completed!