Scum attack, your father is here!

Chapter 37 "Brother, I want to see Dad."

"I lied to you, I didn't die at all!"

This sentence exploded in Zhong Xuejin's eardrums like thunder, and directly blew his reason into ashes. His brain seemed to be swept away by an atomic bomb in an instant, leaving nothing but a blank space where there was no grass, and it was difficult to get a trace of it. Thoughts: "......"

Zhong Yurong seemed to be blown out of her vocal cords by these words, unable to utter a word, standing stiffly in the distance, her fists clenched tightly and then suddenly loosened, a strand of black hair that was meticulously combed behind her head fell out in embarrassment Embarrassed, they got stuck in their eyes, and watched Zhong Xuejin drop such a heavy news, then turned around and hurriedly went to help Qi Qingyun who was on the ground.

"........"

Very good, this protects Qi Qingyun like protecting his eyeballs, but he really resembles his younger brother Zhong Xue very much.

Qi Qingyun was pulled up from the ground by Zhong Xuejin, Zhong Xueji's eyes were red from crying, while pulling him up, she hurriedly stretched out her arms to check whether Qi Qingyun was injured, her eyes were full of tears. Worrying and caring have no distracting thoughts, but Qi Qingyun almost reacted after being fumbled by him for a while, gritted her teeth silently, pulled Zhong Xuejin who was so flustered that she didn't know what to do, and lowered her head to rest on the center of his brow Kiss, to signal the other party to calm down, and then look up.

From the corner of the eye, Qi Qingyun saw that many servants even cast their gazes here because they noticed the movement here, paused, and hinted to Zhong Yurong in a low voice, calmly:

"...Brother, this is not a place to talk, let's go into the room and talk."

"........."

It wasn't until Qi Qingyun made a sound that Zhong Yurong's eyes froze as if they had been forcibly pushed up by someone, then suddenly moved. Then, he fixed his gaze on Zhong Xuejin's body, as if he wanted to push Zhong Xuejin through a layer of clothes. A hole was poked out of Xuejin's skin, and he could clearly see why Zhong Xuejin said these words.

When Qi Qingyun came back, was Zhong Yurong happy? He was happy, but not that happy. After all, Qi Qingyun was only a confidant and not a close relative of flesh and blood; The younger brother of the mother and the same father, the two have lived together since childhood, studied together, received Zhong Zhichun's teachings together, and shouldered the burden of the family together. , It is a deep thought from the soul that is completely different from love and friendship.

Zhong Xuejin seemed to be a little frightened by Zhong Yurong's stare, she turned her back and went straight into Qi Qingyun's arms, like a restless white and soft rabbit, her fur was blown up, and her soft hair pricked her for no reason under Qi Qingyun's palm .

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Qi Qingyun let the panicked Zhong Xuejin slip into his arms, then hugged Zhong Xuejin with both hands, like a child, dragging his hips with both arms, and walked slowly into the house.

Seeing this, Zhong Yurong stood in the same place, his expression dazed for a while, until he was shocked by the wind and reacted in a daze for a long time, at the moment when his sluggish thinking looked at the back of Qi Qingyun who was going away, he seemed to inject It worked hard like running water, gritted its teeth, and followed.

All the servants in the living room have been dismissed outside, and there are only three people left in the huge living room, Qi Qingyun, Zhong Yurong and Zhong Xuejin.

The light at dusk is like orange-red paint soaked in water, splashed by a big hand in the wide night, the golden light drips to the world like residual liquid, reflecting dazzling brilliance on the smooth marble table in the living room.

Zhong Yurong sat at one end, and Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin sat at the other end, with a table in between, creating a distance invisibly, and the atmosphere was so dull that it was almost suffocating.

"Tell me what's going on."

Zhong Yurong's shirt was tucked under his elbow, and his fingertips kept fiddling with the watch on his left wrist. His movements imperceptibly revealed a little anxiety, but he had to endure the depression in his heart, raised his eyelids, and looked at Zhong Xuejin with deep eyes. , very much like a big cat in the eyes, with a bit of sharp coldness invisibly:

"When did you come back? What proof do you have that you are my brother?"

"A year ago, when my father brought me back from the ruins of the abandoned factory." Zhong Xuejin grabbed the hem of her clothes with her fine white fingertips, her head drooping, and from Zhong Yurong's perspective, she could only see a small His hair was spinning, like a gloomy moldy little mushroom, he even spoke slowly, after hesitating for a long time, he said:

"Brother, you have a light brown birthmark on the lower side of your waist. When you were a child, you thought it was dirty and washed it for a long time, and your skin turned red, but you didn't wash it off. You even went to cry with your mother for a long time."

Zhong Yurong: "......"

This was one of the few embarrassing things that happened when I was a child. Zhong Yurong once urged Zhong Xuejin to help him keep the secret, and never let others know about it. Unexpectedly, Zhong Xuejin used it as evidence of recognition.

Seeing Qi Qingyun's expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, Zhong Yurong's face flushed red, the joy of reunion was instantly suppressed by embarrassment and shame, she couldn't help but help her forehead, and waved her hands weakly: "I see... …”

Based on the "lessons learned" of Qi Qingyun's rebirth, after Zhong Yurong was shocked, it seemed that it was not so difficult to accept, but what he wanted to know most now was why Zhong Xuejin didn't recognize him.

However, Zhong Xuejin was ashamed to speak, and raised her head to look at Qi Qingyun helplessly, the corners of her mouth were slightly lowered, as if she was at a loss.

Qi Qingyun knew what her silly wife was thinking with just one glance, she sighed helplessly, stroked his hair and put Zhong Xue halfway in her arms, and patiently conveyed the message.

After listening to Zhong Xuejin's psychological process completely, Zhong Yurong was angry and wanted to laugh, and really wanted to scold her stupid brother severely, but in the end she couldn't bear to speak, so she frowned fiercely for a long while, and lost her concentration. On Zhong Xuejin's illness:

"Then how is your illness now? Is it serious? Do you want me to find a doctor for you?"

"...No need, thank you bro."

Zhong Xuejin picked at her fingertips, carefully raised her head and glanced at Zhong Xuejin, her pair of almond eyes were round and round, like a kitten tentatively stretching out its paws:

"Brother, don't you really blame me? If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have gotten sick and died..."

"..."

The more Zhong Xuejin mentioned this matter, the angrier Zhong Yurong became.

He laughed back in anger, stood up suddenly, moved too much and even knocked over the teacup in front of the table, making a crackling and breaking sound, instantly cutting the reason in his heart to pieces, and said coldly:

"...now you know how to be afraid? Back then, when I went to the old factory with my parents behind my back, why didn't I say it when I faced those vicious people? It's fun to be brave by yourself, right? Do you think you are a great hero and die generously?"

"Do you know how worried your parents were about you at that time? Do you know that when your father saw you fall into the fire, he was so angry that he vomited blood? You know that You Sui was crying hoarsely when he stood outside the fire, and he kept crying when he woke up. If you want a mother, you can't coax her no matter what?"

Zhong Yurong spoke like a cannonball, stuttering smoothly and neatly, the more he spoke, the more annoyed he became, and the more he spoke, the more angry he was, his brows were coldly confronted, and he could hardly bear the anger in his tone, and the words he spit out were like cold arrows, just piercing into the mouth Zhong Xue went to the most guilty corner.

Every time he said a word, Zhong Xuejin's head lowered a little, and in the end it was almost buried in the crook of his arms, holding his head and curling up in a corner, looking at a loss.

He had known for a long time that this would be the result after revealing his identity. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little depressed, and he was almost autistic.

The results of the past have been brought about, but not everyone can face those mistakes made by themselves unintentionally, especially Zhong Xuejin's character of habitually taking all mistakes on himself, the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable, fingertips Clenching the hair tightly causes a lingering tingling of the scalp.

He kept beating his head with his fists, and it became more and more intense in the end, as if he was going to have an illness. Seeing this, Qi Qingyun's pupils shrank slightly, and he grabbed the hot cup on the table and threw it to the ground, hearing the sound of the cup breaking Stopping Zhong Yurong's words, he quickly turned around and squeezed Zhong Xuejin's wrist tightly to prevent the other party from harming himself, and then dragged the other party into his arms forcefully, not allowing the other party to move.

This is the first time that Zhong Xue did not know how to act abnormally in front of Qi Qingyun, but it was the first time Zhong Yurong saw Zhong Xuejin get sick, and she was a little dazed. She couldn't believe this neurotic and gloomy boy It turned out to be his younger brother. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word:

"........"

"...Brother, stop scolding him."

Qi Qingyun raised her head, as if to appease some small animal, she slowly patted Zhong Xuejin's trembling back, and said in a low voice: "I am the source of all mistakes, you might as well scold me instead of scolding your younger brother. "

He paused, his voice a little hoarse: "If you scold me, I can feel better."

"........."

Zhong Yurong had nothing to say, pressed the corners of his eyes hard, and walked around the living room angrily, with his left hand on his waist, he could only rub the bridge of his nose in pain for a long time:

"You two..."

On the left is the best brother, on the right is the closest younger brother, Zhong Yurong finally understood how to write the word "dilemma", sighed heavily, and finally held back the breath, feeling that all the patience in his life was exhausted, in case A white eye suddenly appeared on Nian's calm face:

"I'm too lazy to talk about you."

"...how long has he been like this?"

Zhong Yurong raised his chin, asked Qi Qingyun, who seemed to be more awake, and said with a frown:

"He can't do this, he needs to find a doctor."

"If Dad sees his most cherished young son turn into a madman, he must go crazy first."

"Psychotherapy is not an easy task. It has to flow slowly and slowly."

Qi Qingyun patiently explained to Zhong Yurong, who was on the verge of running away rationally:

"I have already found a doctor for him, and he is also taking medicine, and the number of attacks has been much less recently."

Qi Qingyun paused, "As long as you don't provoke him anymore."

"..." Zhong Yurong choked when he heard the words, and somehow felt that he had been internalized. His expression changed for a while, and it took a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief. His figure was slowly hidden in the dark blue light and shadow. Somewhat dull for no reason:

"...Then what should he do now? Do you want to tell Dad?"

"...I have this idea, but I don't know what Dad and Xuejin think."

Qi Qingyun's voice was very slow, every word seemed to be moistened by him in his mouth, and he deliberated for a long time before saying it:

"Father has always regarded Xuejin as one of the heirs of the Zhong family. He has always only allowed him to be good and not to be bad. If he knows that his child has become a schizophrenic patient, if he is in a bad mood, he may become even more ill."

"...And I'm mainly afraid that my father will say something in his anger, which will irritate me to the end."

Qi Qingyun raised her head, glanced at Zhong Yurong veiledly, saw that the other person's face seemed a little unsightly, and then moved away slightly after a while, feeling conflicted in her heart:

"But Dad said that he will return his son to me only when Xuejin comes back..."

Both his son and his wife are two ends of the balance in Qi Qingyun's heart. Sometimes Qi Qingyun can't even tell who is more important, but he knows that he can't part with these two people, and he doesn't want anyone to be hurt.

He gritted his teeth, thought for a long time, then frowned and said:

"Brother, why don't you hurry up and have a baby with your sister-in-law..."

"...you don't divert conflicts, and misfortune is diverted to the east."

Thinking of Xia Xingfei, Zhong Yurong was more annoying than Qi Qingyun, "He is still very young, he has just turned from an idol to an actor, and his career is on the rise, so if he wants a child now, he will ruin his own future."

"And I..." Zhong Yurong didn't know what to think of, paused for a moment, raised her fingertips and combed the hair falling on the corners of her eyes, revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes, and a fair and clear face The sharp-edged Leng Jun:

"And I plan to wait for him to get a firm foothold, then help him go out and set up his own family. I am very old, but he is still so young. I can't let him be tied to someone like me for the rest of his life, and the child is even worse. Do not think."

"..." Qi Qingyun was dumb, she didn't expect Xia Xingfei's profession to be special, she only blamed herself for not thinking: "...I'm sorry."

"I don't blame you." Zhong Yurong lit a cigarette irritably, thinking for a while that Zhong Xue didn't like the smell of cigarettes, she slowly snuffed out the cigarette end, and twitched the corners of her mouth in self-deprecating:

"......It's just that I met him too late. In fact, Dad is right. I have no future with him. I can't prevent him from meeting a better and younger lover than me. Right?"

"...Brother." Qi Qingyun interrupted him, and said in a low voice:

"Then you also thought that I was not worthy of Xuejin?"

"..." Zhong Yurong raised his eyelids, not knowing why Qi Qingyun suddenly changed the subject, slowly put away the loneliness in his eyes, and said seriously:

"I was..."

"The relationship between two people can only be counted when two people talk about it, and what others say doesn't count."

Qi Qingyun didn't wait for Zhong Yurong's answer before opening her mouth, as if she just wanted to use her own case as an example, and said to herself: "Everyone has different ideas, you can't use your thinking to judge others."

"Yes, of course you think it's better to let sister-in-law go, but have you ever thought that the choice you think is right may be a very painful thing for sister-in-law."

"........"

Zhong Yurong has lived for 40 years, and has been acting arbitrarily for 40 years. Except for Zhong Zhichun, no one dared to educate him like this, so he froze there, dumbfounded and said nothing: "..."

Zhong Xue didn't know when she also calmed down, lying on Qi Qingyun's chest and listening to the two people talking quietly, her slack pupils gradually gathered together, she began to squint and think about Qi Qingyun's words, her fingertips felt Quickly flipping the button under Qi Qingyun's Adam's apple.

Yes, he also didn't want Zhong Zhichun to know his identity, and he didn't want the other party to know his illness, and then he would add more injuries and more pain.

But for Zhong Zhichun, is it better to know his identity, or not?

Did he also use his own thinking to measure his brother and father?

Zhong Xuejin raised her head and looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray that Zhong Yurong extinguished before she had time to smoke. Unknowingly, there was a wave of fluctuation in her heart.

It's like the breeze blowing away the ripples, the dust is blown off the brain for no reason, and it gradually becomes clear.

Among the three people present, only Zhong Xue never smoked, nor could she smell the smell of smoke, so Zhong Yurong snuffed out this cigarette for Zhong Xue.

Suddenly, what Qi Qingyun said to him in the garden seemed to be blown by the wind from a far away place, still ringing in his ears:

"So, I won't give up on you just because your personality has changed drastically. You have to believe that it's impossible for your father, brother, and son not to accept you."

"I, as well as my father, brother, and son, love you very much, and hope that you can recognize them as soon as possible. When you come back to this home, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhong Xuejin suddenly clenched the button under Qi Qingyun's Adam's apple tightly, almost pulling it off with so much strength, she suddenly stood up.

His movements were too big, which attracted the attention of Qi Qingyun and Zhong Yurong who were still talking just now. The two stopped talking at the same time, and both focused on Zhong Xuejin who seemed to have something to say.

At this moment, despite being watched, Zhong Xuejin, who was trembling with fear just now, unknowingly straightened her back, turned her back to Qi Qingyun, and looked directly at Zhong Yurong, her dark eyes were as clean as water, stretching as far as the eye could see. The back is like a piece of green pine, thin and firm, revealing a sense of tenacity.His tone was not high, but it was just enough for everyone to hear:

"I want to see Dad."

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Zhong Xuejin's voice was still trembling, but obviously he did not fall into madness like when he had the onset just now. Maybe it was Qi Qingjun's constant company that had an effect, or maybe Jiang Shuangwu's psychological counseling had an effect. Anyway, Zhong Xuejin Although it is no longer like in the previous life, when things happen, I only know to escape, but instead, I protrude out the heart that has been locked up, like a cat stretching out its meat pad, bravely contacting the outside world, and said word by word:

"Brother, I want to see Dad."

"Whether my father blames me or hates me for killing my mother, I want to see him."

"I want him to know that I'm still alive." Zhong Xue paused, and grabbed the corner of her clothes with her fingertips: "Even if he punishes me or scolds me, I accept it."

"........."

Zhong Yurong's fingertips trembled slightly. He stared at Zhong Xuejin's face that was almost the same as his brother's memory. At this moment, he finally found the familiar feeling from Zhong Xuejin, and dropped the syllables slowly. :

".........are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Zhong Xuejin's voice was very low, but her words were calm: "For father, for Ajun, for...my own son."

..........

"Are you so relieved that my brother will meet my dad in the living room?"

Qi Qingyun and Zhong Yurong stood in the living room with their backs behind their backs and looked at the completely dark sky outside the Zhong residence. Each of them lit a cigarette. The two handsome faces were blurred by the white mist in the night, and they couldn't see their expressions clearly:

"My dad's temper, even though he's old, is still very aggressive, and he won't be soft when he beats people up."

Qi Qingyun lit a cigarette, but she didn't smoke. She just quietly smelled the smoke to relieve her anxiety.

He remembered that day in the hospital where Zhong Zhichun pointed the gun directly to his brow, and laughed out of breath, his voice dissipated in the smoke, and he sighed silently:

"After all, it's Yinyin's own choice."

"People are always responsible for their own choices."

Qi Qingyun unknowingly deviated from the topic, and said in a low voice:

"Brother, do you know that, actually, I don't think Yinyin is crazy at all."

"Is he still not crazy?"

Zhong Yurong felt that Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin's brains were not normal, and their worried hair was falling out one by one. Seeing that they were going to be bald just after reaching middle age, they couldn't believe it:

"He has been crazy about you for eight years. Opening and closing his eyes every day is revenge. He doesn't care about his son, father or company. Do you still think he's not crazy?"

"People are always responsible for their own choices." Qi Qingyun said lightly:

"So he knew he did something wrong, and he was so ashamed to face you."

"At the fire scene that day, do you really think he hesitated for me?"

Qi Qingyun raised her head and stared at Zhong Yurong:

"He wanted to avenge me, and he knew exactly what he was doing, so he had to give up some things, but he also knew that his choices would hurt many people, and mental illness would only occur when the two sides were pulled together."

His eyes are deep, his tone is very clear, and he slowly comprehends Zhong Xuejin's mental journey:

"He knows what his father expects of him, but he has his own ideas and the way he wants to go; he knows that many people need him, but...he knows that he also needs me very much."

"Brother, life is full of dilemmas." Qi Qingyun asked Zhong Yurong, his tone was very light, but it was as serious as a thousand pounds:

"If one day my sister-in-law is killed by someone, can you hold back your revenge?"

"In the process of revenge, will you hesitate when looking at the family members who don't understand? Will you be in pain? At the moment of revenge, when you look at the relatives you have let down, you will not feel guilty, and then you will not hesitate. Go back to them as if nothing happened?"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qingyun's words were like a pair of big hands, stirring up countless storms and stormy waves in Zhong Yurong's heart.

At this point, Zhong Yurong finally couldn't say anything to refute:

"........"

Adults are like this. If you choose this, you have to give up that; if you fulfill yourself, you may let others down.

Life is a dilemma.

Simply Zhong Xue was luckier than anyone else, and had the chance to do it all over again and choose again.

"You are amazing. I can't beat you in terms of sophistry." Zhong Yurong slammed his body on the back of the door, as if a jade mountain was falling, sighed, and murmured:

"If you hadn't died in the first place, how wonderful everything would be..."

If Qi Qingyun hadn't died, Zhong Xuejin wouldn't have gone crazy, Qi Yousui could have grown up safely under the protection of his parents, Mrs. Zhong might not have died because of the blow, and Zhong Zhichun could have retired early , enjoying the family happiness under the knees of children and grandchildren.

It's a pity that there is no if...

"It's not too late."

Qi Qingyun said.

Following Zhong Yurong's example, he leaned his back against the door, but kept paying attention to the movement in the living room:

"Regrets can always be made up for, I just hope that Dad can forgive Yinyin, our family can..."

boom--

A huge cracking sound squeezed out sharply from the gap in the door, and continued to magnify and go away, like a terrifying monster with sharp teeth, constantly crashing into the only remaining gap, and the crackling sound of the cup and plate falling to the ground was like its pliers. It slapped the floor, causing the air to tremble and the eardrums to vibrate wildly.

Qi Qingyun and Zhong Yurong stopped talking at the same time, their expressions changed drastically, they looked at each other, opened the door and rushed in.

Unexpectedly, just as Qi Qingyun stepped into the living room, the scene in front of him made Qi Qingyun's pupils shrink suddenly, and his breathing and heartbeat almost stopped together:

Zhong Zhichun, who had just been picked up from the hospital, did not know what Zhong Xuejin said, and his face was slightly ferocious, as if he had been stricken by anger, and he was holding his chest and panting, like an old scalper exhausted, Cheeks flushed.

He looked at Zhong Xuejin standing in front of him, and out of control, he grabbed the cup on the table with all his strength and threw it at Zhong Xuejin who was not hiding.

Zhong Xuejin's shoulder was hit, and the white porcelain cup shattered in an instant, and the dripping tea leaves soaked half of Zhong Xuejin's arm, causing him to groan and stagger back a few steps , her legs hit Zhong Zhichun's crutch again, and Zhong Xue was so painful that she almost knelt down on the spot.

"I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son..."

Zhong Zhichun seemed to be furious, his chapped and purple lips kept opening and closing, repeating the words "unfilial son" over and over again, the wrinkles on his face trembled crazily, he raised his arms as if out of control, and tremblingly walked towards Zhong Xuejin picked up his crutches and wanted to hit Zhong Xuejin a second time: "..."

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun's heart trembled suddenly, and she rushed forward, hugged Zhong Xuejin to avoid Zhong Zhichun's crutches, then took off her coat and put it on Zhong Xuejin's soaked body, and hurriedly picked it off with her fingertips. To remove the tea leaves from Zhong Xue's hair, she pressed her palm on the opponent's shoulder, her wrist was still trembling slightly, and she was rarely flustered:

"How are you? Are you burning?"

Zhong Xuejin shook her head, most of her forehead was swollen, as if it was smashed out by something, but her skin was not cut by the debris, her shoulders were still twitching slightly, as if she was crying, but she suppressed her emotions: "... ....It is lukewarm water, not scalding."

"........"

Fortunately, although the old man was angry, he was not enough to kill his own son.

Qi Qingyun ruthlessly put her heart back into the distance, pulled Zhong Xue into her arms, raised her head and glanced at Zhong Zhichun, her eyes were still a little cold.

But at the moment when his gaze completely fell on Zhong Zhichun's face, Qi Qingyun was slightly stunned.

"........"

At some point, Zhong Zhichun was pulled away by Zhong Yurong.

The middle-aged man who in his memory was full of spirits and arrogantly threw himself [-] million to keep him away from his youngest son was already old and out of shape, his temples seemed to be dyed with snow, covered with frost, and his whole body seemed to be broken. A broken bellows, or a candle in a strong wind, the fire of life is on the verge of being extinguished, it is even difficult to breathe, haggard and weak, the cloudy eyes are full of red blood, because of emotional instability, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, rickety His shoulders were bent, his waist was slightly slumped, his old face was covered with cold tears, and his trembling voice contained despair and pain:

"Yaoer, why didn't you tell Dad earlier..."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Zhong Xuejin cried bitterly in Qi Qingyun's arms, "I'm sorry...I'm really afraid that you will be disappointed in me..."

"I'm afraid that you will know that there is a lunatic in the Zhong family. I'm afraid that you and your brother will be shamed because of me and will be pointed out..."

Zhong's education has always been only good and not bad. As one of the heirs, Zhong Xuejin was bound by long-standing rules and feet bound by other people's gossip. On the cross for looking up to, he did not dare to confide any apostasy heartfelt voice, which tortured himself and others.

Zhong Xue sniffled her nose, held back her tears, walked over slowly, stretched out her hand to help Zhong Zhichun, but was held down by the shoulder by the other party, raised her head, and with a deadpan expression on her face, Staring at Zhong Xuejin: "......"

Zhong Zhichun's eyes were scarlet, and his chapped and purple lips were still trembling slightly. His expression was really not good-looking, and even had a terrifying sense of ferocity. It seemed that he would explode in the next second and strangle Zhong Xuejin to death on the spot.

Qi Qingyun's heart rose on the spot, and she walked to Zhong Xuejin's back calmly, preparing for Zhong Zhichun to pull Zhong Xuejin away with a single move.

However, in the suffocating silence, Zhong Zhichun slowly raised his hand, and with the old wrinkled fingertips, he slowly stroked Zhong Xuejin's face, the end of his eyes gradually softened, as if When I was very young, holding my youngest son in my arms and vowing to make him the happiest child in the world, the majestic expression that I had to put on all this time slowly collapsed, finally revealing my soft inner and heart, like Like a truly qualified father, he put aside all worldly standards and asked Zhong Xuejin in a hoarse voice:

"Yao'er, fell into the fire that day, did it hurt you?"

His voice was very slow, word by word, panting with difficulty, every word was cutting his own bloody heart, his voice contained vicissitudes and despair: "Do you hurt, Yaoer... ..."

"Father is afraid that you will hurt..."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Xuejin finally couldn't hold back the expression on his face. Dou Da's tears fell instantly, and he couldn't help crying bitterly. He hugged Zhong Zhichun's weak and thin body, and tightened his arms hard. Howling:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Dad......"

"I miss you so much, I'm sorry for you..."

"I really miss you and mom..."

Zhong Zhichun listened to the familiar crying voice, slowly closed his eyes, raised his arms tremblingly, and slowly embraced Zhong Xueji's slender back, his cloudy eyes were filled with crystal tears, The old voice contained countless complicated emotions. After a long while, he only asked the question that he didn't even have time to ask back then. During the sleepless nights of tossing and turning, he asked countless worried questions, as if he was stubbornly wanting an answer:

"Yao'er, did you hurt that day..."

"..." Zhong Xuejin hugged Zhong Zhichun and shook her head desperately, hiccupping from crying, her face was soaked with tears, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, Zhong Zhichun slowly wiped her face with her fingertips after a while go.

Zhong Yurong squatted halfway on the floor, let her old father and young brother lean on her, and lowered her head, as if she was trying her best to endure the pain in her heart and not let herself shed tears.

Seeing the picture of father and son recognizing each other in front of him, Qi Qingyun finally couldn't help but blink her sore eye sockets, the tears seemed to dizzy in some way, blurring the scenery in front of her.

He raised his head slightly, thinking that in this world, the most difficult thing to give up is the family relationship of flesh and blood.

Death can separate people, but longing cannot. It is like the strongest and most mellow wine, which burns hot in memory, burns people's throat and lungs, and tortures people's mind.

Maybe no matter when or where, as long as you are willing to look back, there will always be someone standing behind you looking at you from a distance, waiting for you to go back, and loving you deeply.

Where those people are, is home.No matter how many storms you have experienced outside, how much pain and grievance you have suffered, how much heartache and blood and tears, there will always be someone who will tolerate you and will always be there to love you.

Qi Qingyun thought about how unfortunate and lucky she was, having personally experienced and witnessed the best love, the most sincere friendship and the most touching family relationship.

Standing on the coordinates of his 20-year-old life and looking back at the past, he has walked all the way from the orphanage, and has confidantes Zhong Yurong and Lin Weishi, his wife Zhong Xuejin, and son Qi Yousui, and the experience of getting along with them together constitutes his life. The most precious and warm memory fragments in the book, shining in the dark, constitute the lighthouse and strength that support him to walk in the long river of time.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun didn't want to disturb the reunited father and son any more, and was going to leave room for them to express their thoughts to each other, so she turned around and was about to walk towards the corridor facing the outside of the garden.

However, just as he turned a corner, his toes were suddenly covered by a faint shadow, blocking his entire way.

That person didn't know how long he stood here, how long he watched, how long he listened, but he didn't move at all anyway, even when Qi Qingyun found him, he didn't have any panic reaction, as if he was frozen in place Suddenly, rolling his eyes dully, he looked forward at Zhong Zhichun and Zhong Xuejin who were hugging each other and weeping bitterly.

Qi Qingyun couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and stopped in her tracks.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a strange feeling, his fingertips moved undetectably, his body stiffened, he raised his head inch by inch, and looked forward.

The man still didn't move, and even at the moment his eyes touched the tall and straight figure, he slowly met Qi Qingyun's eyes, revealing a pair of eyebrows and eyes that were seven points like Qi Qingyun's, and his face was full of sickness. Unreasonably mixed with a little sick feeling of weakness.Seeing this, Qi Qingyun's pupils shrank involuntarily, her heart sank heavily, her footsteps stopped abruptly, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she cried out:

"...how old?!"