♂nbsp;                   【"Aye, if there is a next life, what do you want to become the most?"

"I want to... become a fish, and the memory is short-lived. As long as I forget it faster, painful memories will not catch up with me."

"Grandma! Come and have a drink of fish soup! There are also delicious fried fish, grilled fish, steamed fish, braised fish, sweet and sour fish. This fish ball is made by my uncle. It is chopped, chopped, chopped, chopped, chopped, beaten, beaten, and is very smooth and smooth!"]

——This is the dividing line that cannot be separated from dreams and reality—

"Great grandma! Mother! Go and drink fish soup!"

Xiao Xing'er ran into the garden happily, rushed over and hugged Feng Xiaoran, raised her head and said with a smile: "Grandma! My uncle and I caught a lot of fish today! Those fish are so stupid and fat! The fish soup is almost ready, let's go and drink it. My grandmother and aunt also have to make delicious fried fish!"

The sadness on Feng Xiaoran's face had dissipated. Xiao Xing'er's brilliant little face dispelled the haze brought by the memories of the past. A loving smile appeared on her face, and she nodded slightly and said, "Xiao Xing'er is great."

"Then let's go quickly! My uncle was eaten by him when he was late. My great-grandma didn't know that my uncle was really delicious!" Xiao Xing'er held Feng Xiaoran's hand, Feng Xiaoran stood up, leaned on a crutch in one hand and held Xiao Xing'er in the other, slowly left the pavilion and went back.

Mu Yan followed behind, and she did not go to help Feng Xiaoran, but just quietly looked at the backs of two people, one tall and one short. What Feng Xiaoran said, the past between her and Xuanyuan Ye still echoed in Mu Yan's mind, and Mu Yan was also thinking about a question, like Xuanyuan Ye, a kind and good person, after suffering such hardships, how should he continue his life?

This reminded Mu Yan of Xiao Xinghan. He did nothing wrong, but someone wanted to harm him. He did not kill him, but killed his grandfather Xiao Xuan, whom he cared about the most.

On the surface, Xiao Xinghan is not as miserable as Xuanyuan Ye, because Xiao Xian is just one person, and thousands of people died in Xuanyuan Ye’s Yunzhongcheng.

But everyone's experience of sadness and ability to bear it is different, so it makes no sense to compare this.

Xiao Xuan's death is still the biggest regret in Xiao Xinghan's life, and the most painful thing in his heart. Therefore, even though he has supreme strength, unparalleled medical skills, and a peaceful and happy life, there is still a place deep in his heart that he can't let go.

For nearly ten years, Xiao Xinghan also chose to close himself, living like a walking corpse, with his relatives around him, but he did not dare to get close. He frozen his heart and took all the pain himself.

Although everyone said that it was Mu Yan's credit and Mu Yan saved him, Mu Yan knew that in the final analysis, Xiao Xinghan's inner kindness and warmth never disappeared. Some painful memories will never be forgotten. Choosing to eliminate the pain itself is meaningless. What should be done is to make more important and better things occupy your heart, and more and more, and so that the pain will be compressed into a corner in the heart, and even become invisible.

As for Xuanyuan Ye, Mu Yan believes that there is still a place in his heart, with faint light and temperature. As long as he is awakened and amplified, he can return to reality from the abyss of pain.

How to do this... Mu Yan's eyes fell on Feng Xiaoran and Xiao Xing'er who were holding hands together and walking forward. She thought that they were the only ones who could awaken Xuanyuan Ye.

Xiao Yuesheng, a foodie, heard from Feng Xiaoting that Qingqing's fish soup was excellent, so today I really brought Xiao Xing'er back to cook a lot of fish, happily set up a big pot, helped to burn the fire, and waited for the fish soup to come out of the pot.

The milky white fish soup was steaming hot, and Xiao Yuesheng asked Qingqing for the third time: "Grandma, are you okay?"

Qingqing smiled and gestured with her hands, saying that it would take a little more time. They all liked Xiao Yuesheng, a child. Feng Xiaoting had become a friend of Xiao Yuesheng in the past two days.

"Uncle, your saliva is flowing down!" Xiao Xing'er's joking voice sounded not far away.

Xiao Yuesheng raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and laughed: "Actually, my saliva is really coming out. The fish soup made by my grandmother is so fragrant!"

Feng Xiaoran also laughed. Of course, she loved her grandson Xiao Xinghan, but she just wanted to say who her personality she liked more. All the elderly in the mansion should choose Xiao Yuesheng because she would have no chance to be sad with him.

Xiao Yuesheng and Xiao Xinghan also discussed this issue. Xiao Yuesheng concluded that except for his own parents, Xiao Yuanqi and Ning Ruyan, other elders liked him more, including Xiao Xinghan's father Ming Yufeng. Xiao Xinghan said that it would be fine if Xiao Yuesheng was happy.

Qingqing nodded, Xiao Yuesheng took a big spoon and the fish soup was about to come out of the pot.

Soon, Xiao Yuesheng held a big bowl, scooped a spoonful of fish soup, blew the heat, and fed Xiao Xing'er next to him first.

Xiao Xing'er took the first sip and felt so comfortable that her eyes narrowed, and she gave Qingqing a thumbs up: "Grandma, your fish soup is really the best in the world!"

The smile on Qingqing's face has never fallen. Seeing Xiao Yuesheng and Xiao Xing'er's uncle and nephew sitting together, you sip me and I sip you and drink so happily, making people happy to see it.

Mu Yan tasted it, it was really good. Feng Xiaoting and Feng Xiaoran and his brother were sitting opposite Xiao Yuesheng and Xiao Xing'er, drinking fish soup and listening to them.

"Uncle, do you want to call others to come and drink?"

"Wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Call me when I drink enough."

"Oh my! If that's the case, then you don't need to call someone!"

When he turned around and saw Xiao Xinghan coming, Xiao Xing'er smiled and said, "Uncle, my father is here."

Xiao Yuesheng scooped a spoonful of fish soup and raised it to Xiao Xinghan: "Brother Xing'er, come quickly, brother, feed you!"

Xiao Xinghan really came over and sat down on the other side of Xiao Yuesheng. Xiao Yuesheng handed the fish soup to Xiao Xinghan's mouth. Xiao Xinghan opened his mouth, and Xiao Yuesheng's spoon turned direction, and the fish soup entered his mouth. Then he and Xiao Xing'er looked at Xiao Xinghan and laughed together.

"Brother Xing'er, you're fooled!"

"Dad, do you want me to feed you?"

"Yuanyuan, take the spoon and feed the uncle a bite."

"Come on, uncle. Dad, don't look at me, I won't give you any drinks!"

"Hahahaha! Yuanyuan Baby really loves me the most!"

...

Of course, Xiao Yuesheng, who could eat a large plate of chicken legs at a time, could not drink a large pot of soup at a time. Although he finally drank it until he was full, he was ruthlessly ridiculed by Xiao Xinghan. Others in the house also tasted Qingqing's fish soup and praised it. Mu Yan didn't cook very often, but Ning Ruyan and Qi Yuchan both liked cooking, and Qingqing liked to be with them very much.

Feng Xiaoran returned to the room with a cane, walked to the bed, sat down slowly, put the cane aside, and looked at Xuanyuan Ye.

Xuanyuan Ye was still lying on the bed, motionless, awake, but as if he had no soul.

Feng Xiaoran held Xuanyuan Ye's hand, spread his hand and placed it flat on the bed. One of her hands was regularly lightened on Xuanyuan Ye's palm.

Xiao Xing'er ran in with a flowerpot.

Feng Xiaoran was very focused and did not notice Xiao Xing'er. Xiao Xing'er put the flower pot on the ground, ran to Feng Xiaoran, and asked softly: "Is the great-grandma writing for the great-grandma? It seems that she is not writing..."

Feng Xiaoran smiled slightly: "I'm playing his favorite song."

After a while, Feng Xiaoran stopped, closed Xuanyuan Ye's hand, and reached out to hug Xiao Xing'er, but she still couldn't hold her.

Xiao Xing'er climbed onto the bed by herself, leaned against Feng Xiaoran's arms, and looked at Xuanyuan Ye together.

"What song does great grandpa like the most?" Xiao Xing'er asked curiously.

Feng Xiaoran hugged Xiao Xing'er and hummed a song softly, and his thoughts flew far away.

Feng Xiaoran has never liked chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. Xuanyuan Ye said he could do it. Feng Xiaoran liked to listen to Xuanyuan Ye playing the piano the most, and felt that Xuanyuan Ye was so handsome that it was unreasonable.

Once, Feng Xiaoran had a whim and told Xuanyuan Ye that she also wanted to learn to play the piano and asked Xuanyuan Ye to teach her. In fact, what she was thinking was that the beauty brother taught her to play the piano step by step, which was so romantic.

Feng Xiaoran didn't have much patience with learning to play the piano. Xuanyuan Ye finally taught her a song, which was Xuanyuan Ye's favorite song.

"Xiaoxiao, this sound is still wrong. I have said it several times, why can't I remember it?"

"I just think it's easier to play like this, so when you hear this song, you will know that it's me who plays it, which is different from others! If one day I'm caught by a woman who loves you and wants to pretend to be me, remember to let her play this song to find out her true self."

"Xiaoxiao, what are your little head thinking all day long?"

"I miss you!"

"Well, if I forgot you one day, you can play this song for me."

"Xuanyuan Ye! What did you say? How could you forget me?"

"Xiaoxiao..."

...

After humming a song, Xiao Xing'er fell asleep in Feng Xiaoran's arms. Feng Xiaoran looked at his cute little face, carefully put him down, and let him lie beside Xuanyuan Ye.

The next day, there was a piano in Feng Xiaoran's room. Xiao Xing'er went back and told Mu Yan that Mu Yan had sent it.

Every night before going to bed and when he wakes up in the morning, Feng Xiaoran would "play the piano" in Xuanyuan Ye's hand and play the song over.

When Xiao Xing'er comes, Feng Xiaoran can play the piano for him. Xiao Xing'er herself can also play simple songs. Tuoba Yan teaches him. He plays them for Feng Xiaoran. Feng Xiaoran laughs and says, Xiao Xing'er is even better than her, she really only knows that song.

The flower pot that Xiao Xing'er brought over that day was a very beautiful flower inside. It was the kind of strange flower that Chen Ji had found back then. Because he was friends with Feng Xiaoting, he gave it to Feng Xiaoran. Feng Xiaoran returned the gift and gave him a bottle of peace and fragrance. It was also the bottle of peace and fragrance that made Xuanyuan Ye, who was very manic in Shuoxue City at the time, quieted down.

After getting the strange flower, Feng Xiaoran wanted to make a strange medicine, but lacked the necessary auxiliary medicine, and the flower could not survive for a long time. Feng Xiaoran picked the petals and leaves, dried them, added several medicinal materials, and made a sachet with a unique smell for Xuanyuan Ye.

Xuanyuan Ye laughed and said that Feng Xiaoran was a waste of natural resources. Feng Xiaoran said that there was nothing that was not natural. She thought it was worth it, and that flower was the only one who died.

Before going to bed that night, Feng Xiaoran finally made a new sachet. She placed the sachet next to Xuanyuan Ye's pillow, held Xuanyuan Ye's hand as before, and silently "played" the song for him. At the end of the song, she held Xuanyuan Ye's hand and closed her eyes.

The next day, Feng Xiaoran opened her eyes and looked tight. Xuanyuan Ye, who was sleeping on the inside of the bed, disappeared!

Feng Xiaoran sat up and got out of bed. He saw a man standing by the window with his back facing her, with his white hair as snow.

"Aye?" Feng Xiaoran opened his mouth and shouted, his voice trembling slightly.

Xuanyuan Ye, who was facing Feng Xiaoran, slowly turned around and looked at her. The corners of his eyes were crying because of the stimulation of the light. His voice was hoarse and low, and he shouted: "Xiaoxiao..."

Tears filled his eyes in an instant. Feng Xiaoran did not use crutches, and stumbled over, hugged Xuanyuan Ye, and cried loudly.

Xuanyuan Ye woke up, and the incident quickly spread throughout the city lord's mansion.

"Dad, mom, should we go and see the white-haired great-grandfather?" Xiao Xing'er asked Xiao Xinghan and Mu Yan.

"Go to go tomorrow and give him some time." Mu Yan said. The person Xuanyuan Ye needs most now is Feng Xiaoran. Feng Xiaoran will tell him what happened in the past few years. Since he has woken up, he can watch, listen, and speak, many things will gradually get better.

On this day, even Feng Xiaoting did not disturb Xuanyuan Ye and Feng Xiaoran, but just put the food prepared by Qingqing at the door, knocked on the door and left.

The next day, Xiao Xinghan and Mu Yan brought Xiao Xing'er over. Xiao Xing'er ran in. Feng Xiaoran looked happy: "Aye, this is Xiao Xing'er."

Xuanyuan Ye reached out and hugged Xiao Xing'er who ran over, lowered his head and said nothing.

After a long time, Xiao Xing'er moved her little body and said, "Great Grandpa, I have a gift to give to you."

Xuanyuan Ye let go of Xiao Xing'er, Xiao Xing'er let go of her fist, and there was a crystal clear star pendant in her hand. This was designed by Mu Yan and carved by Xiao Xinghan. He gave Xiao Xing'er a birthday gift this year, and he liked it very much. But early this morning, he took it out and said he wanted to give it to Xuanyuan Ye.

Xiao Xing'er signaled Xuanyuan Ye to lower his head. He raised his little hand and hung the pendant around Xuanyuan Ye's neck with some difficulty, and said with a smile: "It looks so good! Great-grandfather is so tall, as tall as his father! I will grow so tall in the future!"

A trace of water flashed in Xuanyuan Ye's eyes, and he hugged Xiao Xing'er, then he looked up at Xiao Xinghan and Mu Yan.
To be continued...