Chapter Thirty-Two: Who is Sighing in the Prime of Life...

  "Look at your hair, it's all white." Bai Ling covered her mouth and smiled, the brightness in her eyes making Su Ming's strange feeling even stronger.

  "You're also getting old, your hair has turned white too." Su Ming pointed at Bai Ling and laughed.

  As they chatted and laughed, it seemed as though they had become even more familiar with each other. On this snowy night, Su Ming felt a very pleasant feeling rising up in both his body and mind. He felt that time was passing quickly, and before he knew it, the distant sky had turned white.

  That's not snow, but the first sunlight.

  The night passed like this, and when the light on the sky enveloped the earth, the snowflakes were still falling. Su Ming and Bai Ling came down from the tree trunk, washed up, and smiled at each other.

  Su Ming didn't say anything else, but instead crouched down, and Bai Ling's big eyes flickered as she walked quietly over and continued to lie on that thin back. A warm feeling was secretly growing in her heart.

  This time, Su Ming got closer to the Wulon tribe, and he felt some strange thoughts in his heart, as if he was reluctant. Gradually, he fell silent, but his footsteps slowed down involuntarily, and he also circled around unconsciously.

  Bai Ling leaned against Su Ming's back, although she saw many familiar scenes again today and knew that Su Ming was circling around, but this time, she didn't speak up, instead putting her head on Su Ming's back, listening to his heartbeat.

  The music ends with a dispersal... When the sun was high, on this day when dusk fell again, the snow in the sky was still falling, but the outline of the Wulong tribe appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

  Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down the White Spirit and a smile appeared on his face.

  "You're home."

  Bai Ling glanced at the tribe, then looked at Su Ming. Her beautiful face didn't reveal her thoughts, she silently nodded and walked to Su Ming's front, using her white hands to gently sweep away the snow on his body.

  "Thank you... return to your tribe early..." Baili opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something else, but didn't say it, instead revealing a beautiful smile, retreating several steps, and walking towards the tribe that belonged to her.

  Su Ming stood there, watching as the figure of White Spirit gradually disappeared into the distance, watching as she occasionally turned back to wave at him with a smile, his mind was completely blank.

  As the distance between them grew farther and farther, the snowflakes gently falling from the sky also seemed to become an invisible barrier, fragmenting his gaze into pieces, slowly covering up the fading figure in the distance. It was as if he had walked across a sheet of ice; if he didn't turn back, he would never see it melt again. It was like walking through the years; if he didn't look back, he would never hear the sighs within those years again.

  After a long while, Su Ming shook his head and took another look at the Wulu tribe before turning around to leave. When he came, there was snow accompanying him; when he left, it was still the same.

  The snowflakes fell on his body and hair, but somehow made Su Ming feel like something was missing.

  "Is that what you like......" Su Ming's body was running in the mountains, rushing towards Wushan Department. He furrowed his brow all the way, and the image that emerged in his mind was that of Bai Ling.

  "It feels different with Dusty by my side..." Su Ming took a deep breath, shook his head vigorously as if trying to shake off this strange feeling he had never experienced before. After calming down, his eyes flashed and his speed picked up again.

  When the sky was pitch black, the stars were shining brightly, accompanied by the moonlight, and the snow that had been falling for a day and night. In the endless fluttering, Su Ming returned to his home, the Wu Shan tribe.

  He glanced at it from a distance yesterday and roughly confirmed that the tribe was unharmed. Now, when he returned, outside the large gate made of giant trees, he saw the tribesmen on night watch.

  The village was very quiet, the bonfire in the center was still burning, making a crackling sound. Su Ming walked through the village, looking around, and finally arrived at his grandfather's hut.

  Grandfather's house still had a faint light coming from inside, apparently he hadn't gone to bed yet.

  "It's Su Ming, come in." The old man's voice came out, with a hint of fatigue.

  Su Ming gently lifted the flap of the tent and walked in. He saw his grandfather sitting cross-legged, his white hair slightly disheveled.

  "Ah Gong." Su Ming said softly and sat down beside him.

  "There's nothing to worry about in the village." Ah Gong looked at Su Ming, a smile on his face, and gestured for Su Ming to sit beside him. He then raised his withered right hand and patted Su Ming's head several times, his smile growing thicker.

  "Actually made it to the third floor, not bad!"

  Su Ming looked at Ah Gong and slowly told him everything he saw inside the cave, especially when he mentioned the skeleton, he clearly saw Ah Gong's expression condense.

  "What's the meaning of this sentence: 'He is as blue as the sky, why are you crying alone... Ah Gong'?" Su Ming furrowed his brow.

  "Rumors are indeed true......" Ah Gong gazed at the leather tent, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the leather tent and see that Wushan.

  "This sentence should be self-asking, compared to the vast sky, what else do I have to be sad about... or maybe there are other implied meanings inside..." Ah Gong let out a light sigh, unknowingly thinking of something, his words carrying a sense of vicissitudes, slowly saying.

  "As for those words of worshiping fire, I don't quite understand either. You can see it, perhaps this is your destiny." The old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Ming with kindness.

  "In a month's time, Grandfather will be going to Fengquan Village. If you are outside at that time, remember to come back."

  "Also, Grandfather, I saved a member of the Wulong tribe in the Moon Wing's nest, her name is Bai Ling, she is the granddaughter of the Wulong tribe's Chieftain." Su Ming nodded, as if remembering something, and continued.

  "White Spirit?" Old Man was taken aback, pensive for a while, letting Su Ming return to rest first. After Su Ming left, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Old Man's eyes.

  "Le Su... your granddaughter was accidentally saved by my family's La Su... This matter, perhaps can reduce some of the hatred you have for me..." Grandfather let out a light sigh, and the nostalgia in his eyes grew thicker.

  "The Blood Moon is coming ahead of schedule... and that powerful aura of blood from the Black Mountain Department that night... disaster is brewing..." Ah Gong closed his eyes, muttering to himself, revealing his worry.

  Su Ming left his grandfather's house and walked around the tribe, not returning to his own tent, but instead went to Lei Chen's home, where he saw that Lei Chen only had some scars on his body, still vigorous and energetic. After personally applying some medicine to him, Su Ming finally felt at ease.

  Lei Chen was also very happy to see Su Ming, patted his chest, and boasted about his battle with Moon Wing, drooling all over the place, until he had been talking for a long time, before Su Ming smiled and left.

  It was already late at night, but when Su Ming's gaze fell on a brightly lit yurt not far away, he showed hesitation on his face.

  There is the home of Ling Xiao and also the home of Bei Ling.

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  These two chapters, Er Gen tried to make some differences from Xian Ni, maybe everyone can feel it, don't know how I wrote it myself, but in order to write this first love segment, Er Gen racked his brains, recalling his own first love...

  Unfortunately, it has been more than a decade and has become a vague memory... In fact, I think the author is sometimes an actor, also a director, and even a screenwriter, with identities intersecting and changing in the brief text.

  Whether an actor or a director, I think they will always remember some touching things in life and years, whether sad or happy. These memories are precious and can make them not pale, can enter the play with the times, so there is a real feeling.

  In fact, the author is also like this, remembering the touching moments in life, integrating them into words, and writing them out. I searched for a long time, but couldn't find my own first love feeling under the bright moon years ago, so... I made a rather bold move, cough, which won't be said much, anyway it's all for writing books...

  Finally, you see the efforts of Er Gen, shouldn't you give a recommendation vote to encourage him?