Ling Chufeng has experienced three unforgettable separations in his life. The first was when his mother passed away at the age of seven, the second was when his teacher passed away, and the third was when he received this letter and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

His mother was a Hu person. She came to Dali with her family to do business, but they encountered robbers. After being left alone, his mother was rescued by his father.

There is no plot of a hero saving a beauty and offering himself to her. All he has is his father who is greedy for her beauty and forces his mother to be his concubine. His mother didn't know until her death that he still had family members alive and who had looked for her, and his father lied to her that all her family members were killed by robbers.

He learned about this after he met Zhang Siyuan. The court arranged people to suppress the bandits, and he accidentally learned that some of the Hu people they intercepted were still alive. They were his mother's brother and his family. They had been looking for his mother in Dali, but his mother had died long ago. His uncle was disheartened and returned to his hometown with his wife and children.

When I was a child, my father was often not at home, and my mother stayed in the house all day and never went out. She even ignored my father's wedding and marrying another woman. Later, my father never came to their yard again.

He was the only young master in the villa. Everyone in the villa knew that his father did not like his mother, and he also had a pair of exotic eyes. Although he did not dare to treat them harshly, he treated them like air and never got close to them.

Perhaps because he was his father's only son, he would occasionally come back to teach him martial arts and ask someone to teach him to read and write. At that time, he didn't know about his mother and father, and he also had admiration for his father, so whether it was practicing martial arts or studying, he worked very hard, just hoping to get his father's praise throughout his life.

His mother would occasionally tell him about her hometown. He could see from her face that she missed home and her family very much. At that time, he wanted to take his mother back when he grew up.

When his mother was about to die, she held his hand and said in her unskilled Dali language: "Xiaofeng, I'm sorry for you. I want to go home."

He knew that he would never have the chance to take his mother back to her hometown. The only person in the village who was kind to him, smiled at him, and called him Xiaofeng was dead. He cried and fainted that night, and no one found him until the next day.

My mother's funeral was very simple. My father just came back to take a look. In his eyes, she was just a concubine he once loved. He didn't shed a tear and arranged for someone to handle the funeral.

After his mother left, he was left alone, practicing martial arts and reading every day. His days were boring. Until Lingxiao and Lingshuang were born, his position in the manor became more and more embarrassing. Everyone knew that the future heirs of the manor would be Lingxiao and his sister.

Although his wife didn't care about him, she couldn't treat him harshly either. He knew that he was not popular, so he worked harder in martial arts training and studying in order to gain recognition from others.

I don’t know why Ling Xiao and Ling Shuang have liked to follow him since they were young, and his wife never stopped them.

Gradually he came to know what kind of man his father was. He was extremely lustful and his romantic affairs were all over the world. He thought of his mother who was always crying in the house. The admiration for his father that he had as a child was gone. He would never expect that man to come back to see him again. However, practicing martial arts and reading had become a habit.

The lady probably knew what kind of person he was, so she didn't care and never cared how many women he had found outside. She only cared about Ling Xiao and his sister.

When he was sixteen, he wanted to leave the home where he had lived for more than ten years. Only Ling Xiao and his sister pulled his clothes and cried and asked him not to leave.

He met Zhang Siyuan when he was traveling outside, and he just saved him. Zhang Siyuan knew that he was traveling alone, so he said he would take him to the capital. He thought that since they were traveling anyway, it would be the same to go to the capital. He had never been to the capital and had never seen the imperial city.

The capital city was more prosperous than any other town he had visited. Zhang Siyuan would take him everywhere to play whenever he had time. Every time he took him to the Lan Mansion, he could see how disappointed Mr. Lan was with Zhang Siyuan. Later, he became the teacher's disciple in a daze. The teacher said that he was very smart and needed to be well trained.

He remembered that the teacher who taught him in Zhuangzi also said that he was very smart. He was happy at that time. Smart children are always liked by people, but there are too few people who like him, so he was happy when the teacher said he wanted to accept him as a disciple.

He spent half of the year in the capital and the other half traveling around. Every time he went out, the teacher always looked unhappy, but he never stopped him, just like he would not stop Zhang Siyuan from doing business, nor would he stop him from traveling.

Until he met a man in Julan Pavilion, who said that his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars. Looking into the other person's sincere eyes, he knew that the words were sincere.

The sea of ​​stars, it was the first time that his eyes were described with such beautiful words, and he knew that he was happy in his heart.

The following conversation made him like this man even more. He couldn't help but want to get to know him and understand him. Until he saw the portraits of his husband and son, he could tell from the portraits that Wang Yu loved them very much. Jealousy filled his heart. He knew his unknown thoughts and could only take his things and leave in embarrassment.

However, he could not control his own heart, nor his behavior of wanting to get close to him. He could only control the number of times he saw him.

Zhang Siyuan knew about it, and he had deliberately let himself watch how affectionate Wang Yu and his husband were, so as to make him give up. However, no matter how his beating heart died, he just tried his best to control it. In the end, he even got used to watching silently from a distance, watching him pampering his husband who loved him, and holding him in his arms with a smile, but he no longer felt a trace of jealousy.

Looking at Erbao who looked very much like him, he thought how great it would be if this child was his own, so he adopted Erbao as his godson and transferred all his love to Erbao.

He thought he no longer liked Wang Yu until he heard the news of his death. The despair that ran from the soles of his feet to his heart made his whole body tremble. Only then did he realize that it was not that he no longer liked him, but that he had buried it deep down and dared not touch it.

Later, when I saw him standing in front of me alive and could hug him, I realized that his being alive was more important than anything else. What did his love mean to me? From that moment on, he let me go.

He saw him less and less. Apart from teaching Erbao martial arts, only Meng Yu was with him. He knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't respond. Meng Yu also knew it, but still followed him wherever he went.

After putting down the letter, he rushed to Yuxi Village, but all he saw was Wang Yufu's tombstone. He stood in silence for a while in front of the tombstone, poured a glass of wine and sprinkled it in front of the tomb. Nothing in this world can withstand the passage of time, and everything will disappear, just like this glass of wine that slowly seeps into the soil and can no longer be seen.

He turned around and said to Meng Yu, if there is a next life, let's be husband and wife. He couldn't wait for the love that he wanted, and he couldn't let Meng Yu be the same as him forever, so at least he promised them the next life.

He couldn't tell whether Meng Yu was crying or laughing.

I only know that she has been with me for most of my life.