The Spirit World

Chapter 122 Chapter 21 Ning Ziming

Chapter 122 Chapter Ning Ziming (α——line)
The fire burned in the small room, bringing the only warmth to the cramped house. It was so cold outside, but he was waiting anxiously outside the door, and her painful voice inside the house made sweat break out on his forehead. The barrier cast 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 didn't look at himself, but looked outside the barrier through the barrier at the white snow and wind.

"Then you won't be so worried." The old man continued: "As someone who has experienced this, I felt the same way when my wife gave birth. I felt like something was pressing on me and making me worry about them. I waited outside the door and could do nothing. I felt really guilty. I wished I could give birth to the kid myself."

He looked at the old man without saying a word. In his eyes, the snow and wind in the sky seemed like endless drifting.

"Then, I was thinking, the old woman has suffered for so long, what should I do to comfort her? 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 woman who gave birth to a big fat boy for me. I could only tell her that she is beautiful and to take care of her at all times. Then I would feel less guilty."

"You and your wife are very young. The child is like a treasure to you. You must believe that both mother and child will be safe."

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

"If you don't mind, you can talk to me about your wife and relieve the anxiety every man has. Spend this time like this and everything will be fine." The old man looked at him. His anxiety had made him pace outside the door.

There's no use worrying about it.

"My wife is a very rational but sometimes sentimental and gentle woman. Now that I think about it, we are childhood sweethearts. She has always been very good to me, and I owe her too much."

He exhaled and spoke slowly. Finally, he stopped pacing and sat down cross-legged in the snow.

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

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

"Oh? Really? Maybe, those are the sweet 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 that..." He didn't look up, but he was no longer looking at the sword. Instead, he was staring at the snow on the ground, a vast expanse of white.

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

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

Fists clenched.

Probably not a very good memory.

The old man thought so.

"She said that in every life, I hurt her and was cruel and ungrateful in every life. I made her sad, heartbroken, and made her live in a nightmare." His words were soft, but every word was so weighty.

“……” The old man’s breathing became heavy and his breath became rough, 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 whether there is reincarnation after death, but I know that she said this because she must hope that you can love her deeply, otherwise she would not marry you, right? Besides, that is what you did in your previous nine lives. What does it have to do with you now?" The old man said as he popped out a pack of cigarettes and lit it in the snow, shielding his hands from the wind.

"I have lived with my old woman for most of my life. I have heard everything from her. Women are very strange creatures. They will say anything to make you love them more."

The smoke swirled over the snow, slowly rose into the sky, floated together with the white snow, and disappeared.

“…” He clenched his fists tightly and didn’t loosen them yet.

"My wife has never lied to me, so I am willing to believe that it is true." He continued: "In this life, I love her deeply. No matter in which life I have hurt her, I only know that in this life, I will definitely spend my whole life loving her, no matter how difficult the road ahead is." His voice fluctuated slightly and he was a little choked.

"That's right! No matter how heartless and ungrateful she is in these nine lives, or how sad she is in these nine lives, at least in this life, you are husband and wife! You love each other so much now, isn't that enough!" The old man took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the smoke came out of his nostrils. Two billowing streams of white smoke came out and dissipated.

"But now, the seven demons have returned to the world, where can she and I live? The peaceful days are gone forever. I am afraid that one day, I will suddenly leave, leaving only mother and son in this world, and in this life, I will become a heartless person again." His fists did not loosen, but tightened. The old man looked at him, lit the cigarette in the snow, and put it out.

"Young man... Although I don't know who you are... But I still want to tell you, if you really love your wife, you should believe that every day is the day you love your wife. Don't be afraid of separation, because you cherish the opportunity to love each other every day, and that's 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 were a little bright, and continued: "Although the demons have forced us into a dead end, all of us in the spiritual world are working hard for that glimmer of 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 the day of victory? Don't be so pessimistic! Young man, an old man like me wants to live to that day! You, a young man, must think so too."

The old man put his hand on his shoulder.

"But……"

He looked up at the old man.

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

"There is nothing to worry about. A bright future is waiting for you! The darkness brought by the devil is only temporary, and dawn will eventually come! Please believe that your wife and children are your hope. Don't give up this hope in your heart."

He looked at the old man, and his eyes became clearer.

Hearing the baby crying, he hurriedly got up and went into the house to check.

"It's a boy! Old man!"

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

"How is she?" he asked, looking around the room like a giraffe, his eyes full of anxiety.

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

Seeing that it was him, she slowly opened her tired eyes a little wider. Her eyes were like stars, very beautiful, but she didn't know if it was because of tiredness or something else, but they gave off a lifeless look.

He held her right hand with both of his own, and instead of looking at his newborn son first, he looked at her lovingly.

"How about it……"

She nodded.

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

He then took his child.

He looked at the three people in the small room.

He looked at her.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Just call me Ziming... Ning Ziming. Honey, what do you think?"

She nodded.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the house, and they were welcoming this new life.

It's like this wherever the snow and wind blow.