Yingmeng wandered around the street again, and it wasn't until it got dark that she realized she had nowhere to go.

After Feng Xi was expelled from the family, she basically slept on the street. Naturally, Yingmeng was unwilling. The problem was that she originally thought she could go directly to Yinshan, so she didn't bring half a penny with her, and she couldn't go to any inn.

Go back to find Mr. Fang? Not to mention whether she can pull off such a face. People who came back from the forest today are the key surveillance targets of the fairy world. If they behave too unreasonably, they will be exposed. Feng Xi doesn’t know Mr. Fang.

, looking for Mr. Fang too frequently may lead to a series of identities being exposed at the same time.

Shadow Dream wanders the streets.

So where else can she go? She doesn’t really want to sleep on the street!

Unknowingly, she took a detour to Yang Cang's ruined temple, which was also her former home.

Home? What a warm word. It’s a pity that she no longer has a home.

Home exists because there is someone waiting for you there. Without that person, home is just an empty shell filled with memories.

The carved window lattice faintly makes the familiar sound of crushed walnuts, the broken white window curtains are still fluttering restlessly in the wind, and there will no longer be anyone saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Yingmeng took a look at the ruined temple and found that it was not rotten except for some dirt that had not been used for a long time. The main reason may be that it was too rotten to rot anymore.

She moved towards the ruined temple. The distance was so short, yet so far away. What was short was the distance, but what was long was her mood.

This ruined temple is eerily quiet. Judging from the dust on the ground, no one has entered for several years.

, I don’t know where the children who were playing wildly here went.

Ying Meng felt an unspeakable sadness and confusion. In the past, no matter how dim the lights were or how dilapidated the house was, she would find that familiar feeling once she returned here, but now that sense of solidity was gone.

The place seemed to have been taken over by mold, and those who didn't know it thought there was a layer of frost on the wall.

She went home, really?

The grapes that were not eaten at the beginning have sprouted and bear fruit, and they are entrenched in the hall.

Going home is a resting place for the soul, a thorough cleansing of the soul, a spiritual breakthrough, and a rebirth.

Yingmeng was staring at the hay on the ground at this time. This place was once Yang Cang's bed, but now it was someone else's nest.

If Yingmeng was in the information age, then the hot search topic should be, "What is the creature under the quilt, a mouse? What should I do when I pull the quilt away and find that my quilt is not a quilt? Wait online,

urgent."

Yingmeng felt that he was only a little bit away from being killed on the spot.

Looking at the dust on the ground, the green plants on the wall, and the creatures in the bed, Ying Meng refused in her heart. She couldn't convince herself to fall to the ground and sleep.

She just stood in the palace, and as the moonlight became darker and darker, memories of the past came to her mind.

Five years ago: "Yang Cang, I want to eat candied haws." "No money, get out."

Four years ago: "Brother Yang, don't buy candied haws. Change the taste." "Eat it, don't waste it."

Three years ago: "Girl, look what I bought you." "If you don't eat, you'll be in a bad mood."

Two years ago: "Girl, eat candy" "Don't eat it, it's too childish."

Now: "Boss, I want to eat candied haws." Over there, Yang Cang's voice has disappeared...

Unknowingly, Yingmeng's eyes became wet, and it was rare that her inner demon didn't come out to cause trouble when her mood collapsed.

There are many deep feelings and longings that cannot be expressed.

After crying, you can't just let it go.

Maybe time can slow down, but some deep-rooted love may be remembered in my heart for the rest of my life.

Birds without a safe haven must learn to fly on their own.

At dawn, when she opened her eyes again, she was still the thoughtful shadow demon.

He looked up into the void and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late again. I'm sorry, I can't keep my promise. I'm sorry, please wait, they will go down and accompany you."

As the sun rises in the east, Yingmeng steps out of the ruined temple.

As she got further and further away, the temple that had stood for who knows how many years slowly turned into smoke and dissipated in the air.

Some things have lost their original meaning. Instead of letting them continue to waste away beautiful memories, it is better to let them only exist in memories.

Home is both the end and the starting point of life, the beginning of a new life.
Chapter completed!