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At dusk, occasionally a few gray and brown sparrows flit across the sky.
"Shushasha—"
The sharp grass stubble gradually covered the hem of the snow-white clothes.
As the night darkened, this area became even more silent, and there were no traces of living creatures, but the soil was washed away by the recent rain, exposing some broken bones, illuminated by the moonlight, revealing a cold and terrifying atmosphere .
The man didn't realize it, and focused on searching.
He is slender, with a tall and straight back, like a bamboo that rises from the sky. He is full of righteousness, and ordinary ghosts and monsters dare not get close to him.
Suddenly, he stopped and couldn't move forward.
It is a magic circle.
"finally found you… "
The young man had an insight into the power of penetrating the heavens and the earth, and broke the Xuanhuang circle with a wave of his hand.
The cave is dark and narrow, allowing only one person to pass through.
He went in sideways, his clothes rubbed against the stone wall, and the cold touch invaded his skin.
Soon, he arrived at the destination, a slightly spacious venue, in the center of which was pressed a square, soft and shiny black stone.
After a closer look, I found that the color of the black stone was actually very dark. The reason why it shines through is because it is covered with a layer of silk-like delicate ink hair. It is even more clear and bright.
The owner of the black hair wore a black dress with a waist, and the skirt was ironed with gold thread, and his identity was obviously extraordinary. But now she was dying, half of her pale face was buried in her hair, her eyes were closed tightly, the corners of her lips were stained with blood, and no matter how extravagant her costumes were, it was hard to hide the decaying aura of a dying person.
The young man stepped forward and gently held the woman's face in his palm. The red tassel on the earlobe was gently coiled in his palm, and a beautiful flower bloomed.
"Don't be afraid. I'm coming."
He bent down and pressed his forehead against her, extremely tender.
"I will save you."
Even if he sacrificed his supernatural powers, he would be reduced to a mediocre being in the world of mortals.
Mysterious power was poured into her forehead, and the woman in her arms narrowly escaped from the dying state. She finally reacted, moved her fingers lightly, and with great effort, tried to open her sleepy eyelids.
Want to see who is coming.
She has made too many enemies and has almost no close friends.
Who could it be, who hugged her so lovingly and pitifully
In the first half of her life, she lived a glorious life. As the proud son of heaven, she should be enshrined on the altar and be worshiped by everyone, so naturally she would not pay too much attention to her servants.
As for the rest of my life...
The woman pulled out a wry smile, and her life became a joke.
On the wedding night when they were supposed to be together forever, the fiancé elopes with a lowly maidservant, regrets the marriage in public, and countless criticisms follow.
The clansmen enshrined the young master very well, and she didn't know what rumors to fear when she was young, so she was depressed every day and became obsessed.
Under the persuasion of the priest, she regained her strength, and in order to get rid of her demons, she decided to kill the fiancé who repented of the marriage and the little maid who betrayed the master. But who knows, this little maid looks ordinary, but her luck is first-class. Every time she is in crisis, there are always countless men helping her, which makes her retreat steadily, adding new wounds to her old wounds. hurt.
She didn't understand what kind of ecstasy soup that little maid had poured into them. She had no talent, no looks and no virtue, yet she could make these arrogant men fight for her? It may be because of a delicate and soft body, which can't withstand fright, and when frightened, the eyes turn red, like a soft and harmless fluffy rabbit, which arouses the man's affection, and wants to rub the soft skin of the little pet from time to time. Huhu's snow-white belly.
Of course, she doesn't care or care about these things, she just wants to get some justice.
For a maidservant to live with her master is an act of treason against the master, so is it wrong for her to kill her
Why did everyone point to her nose and scold her, saying that she is crooked and only kills innocent people indiscriminately
She is not reconciled, really not reconciled.
But what's the use
Her celestial demon bones were shattered, and her soul was injured. Even if this mysterious man saved her life, she still couldn't get rid of the fate of a cripple.
It would be better to die really, cleanly, and have nothing to do with this world.
She threw in the towel.
The woman's desire to survive is getting weaker and weaker, her consciousness is chaotic, and she doesn't want to open her eyes anymore.
To die in a warm and generous chest in the end is a good end.
The thin hands slowly dropped down.
"Snapped-"
A green bracelet rolled down.
The person on the bed woke up immediately.
He was startled for a while, then stroked his forehead, fine beads of sweat had already wetted his temples.
"Daddy... have nightmares again?"
The childish voice is soft and close to the ear.
A little girl rubbed her eyes, turned over and lay on the man's chest, her pink face was embedded with a pair of glass-like eyes, her lips were soft and rosy, she looked about eight or nine years old.
"Did it wake you up?"
Father stroked her soft cheek, his voice was as gentle as water.
"Well... Daddy's waking up is not a waking up." The little girl shook her head, then asked him nervously, "Daddy hasn't said anything yet, what kind of nightmare did you have?"
He dreamed of the scene before her death again.
The beautiful mother kissed the baby goodbye, then turned her head and looked at him from afar.
She seemed to open her mouth and say something.
The voice was very soft, very low, and could not be heard at all.
He wanted to catch her and protect her like crazy, but it was in vain. He witnessed the whole process of his beloved being wiped out under the punishment of heaven.
That one glance is forever.
"Daddy—"
Before the little girl could finish her sentence, her father's hands hugged her weak shoulders. There was no room for resistance, and her whole little face sank into the man's chest.
She frowned uncomfortably.
It's full of bones, and it hurts so badly.
Although Daddy was born tall and slender, he was in poor health. It was said that the disease was brought out from the mother's womb. He was like a light and fluffy paper man, and a small wind and cold could blow him down. Sometimes Dad coughed badly, and would lie on the bed twice for three days, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes were bloodshot, which made her feel distressed and scared.
When the doctor came to see her father, her father was very tough and wouldn't let her step into the door, so she still doesn't know what disease her father has.
Little brother Cui from the next door always finds her disliked, and finds fault with her whenever she disagrees, saying that her father has tuberculosis and will die soon, and then she will be alone, with no one to care for or love.
How could the little girl swallow this breath, and fought with Cui Xiaodi on the spot.
Children in winter are wrapped tightly by adults, and only two eyes are exposed in a thick and cold-resistant winter clothes, like chubby little glutinous rice balls. Then the little glutinous rice balls grabbed each other's hair and ears, rolled from the end of the yard to the end of the yard, and rolled from the end of the yard to the head of the yard. Ruined all over.
That day the little girl was punished to stand by her father who always loved her.
The little devil didn't stop, he climbed up the wall of her house openly, with a bruised nose and a swollen but arrogant appearance, lazily watching her stand for punishment.
The little girl really hated that Cui.
Now she just wants her father to get better soon, and then move to another place, even the Buffalo Town next to Liuli Town. She doesn't dislike the name, and she will never see this nasty little bastard again.
"Daddy?"
The strength in her hand gradually loosened, the little girl took a breath, raised her head, and met a pair of quiet black eyes.
She froze for a while.
Daddy's eyes are the most beautiful she has ever seen, with long tails and clear eyes, gathering clear clouds and mist. Only when he faces her can Dad ease the cold look in his eyes.
She thought about it ignorantly, as if she understood something.
For example, why she was favored by young women as soon as she went out, they always liked to bring her some delicious and fun things.
Little brother Cui's sister next door cared for her in every possible way, like a jewel in the palm of her hand, which made it look like her brother picked it up.
But Daddy didn't like her contact with other people very much.
I remember one time when my father fell ill again, and she was bored for a while, so sister Cui kept a meal and teased the little yellow dog at her feet, before it was too late. It wasn't a big deal at first, but who knew that her father rushed to pick her up despite his sick body, half of his clothes were loosely opened, his face was frighteningly pale under the light, and the little girl didn't dare to disobey him anymore.
"Lin Lang..."
Daddy's cold fingertips touched the corner of her lips.
This shouldn't be the behavior of a normal father.
The little girl was a little scared.
In fact, she didn't care about this kind of thing at all before. She got close to sister Cui and was taught by her occasionally not to be too intimate with men. Well, those who should avoid suspicion still have to avoid suspicion. She wanted to refute that her father was different from a "man", but sister Cui was a smart and quiet girl who was praised by everyone, and she had never done anything wrong. If she didn't listen to her, she would be a wolf-hearted dog.
"Daddy..."
She tilted her head and looked at him timidly.
The little girl's green brows and eyes have not yet opened, and her outline is becoming more and more similar.
Father watched obsessively.
After the first battle of Jianmen, Ya'er replaced him and became the new master of heaven.
And he, at the last moment, comprehended the supreme law, burned the incarnation of the sky, and stepped into the torrent of the past.
He deduced for a hundred years, and even planned for a long time, and finally got this hard-won karma.
But cause and effect are also random. When he arrived, Lin Lang had already been crushed by another him, without any survival instinct, or even the strength to resist him. Waiting for death wholeheartedly. He really had no choice but to let go of her love and hatred for half of his life, retreating back to her most innocent age, and managed to save her.
Yu Wuxue didn't want to be stuck in the past, he wanted to start again, so he hid the grievances and entanglements of the past, only kept her name Linlang, and lived in seclusion in a small town with beautiful mountains and rivers.
She woke up, but did not recognize him.
She calls him Daddy.
According to human age, she is six years old, and he is twenty-six years old. The little girl saw him standing in front of the bed as soon as she opened her eyes. Her brows and eyes are clear and gentle. She has no memory in her mind, so she can only infer his identity by instinct. .
Tiandao was originally the father of all living beings, and her feeling was not wrong.
He said no.
His girl thought it was just to scare her, sobbing and crying.
He blamed her amnesia on the fact that a child was playful and broke his head. The little girl thought he thought she was ignorant, so she didn't want her anymore.
When she cried, there was nothing he could do.
He can only be her "father", doing housework, dressing and feeding her.
But he never regarded her as his daughter.
He had lingered with Lin Lang before, and the fiery love tormented him all the time. She was too young, he didn't want to scare people, and he always suppressed that overgrown desire in the middle of the night. But the little girl didn't understand anything, her eyes were full of admiration, only respect and longing for her father, nothing else.
"It's not Daddy." He said in a low voice, "It's Husband."
He never called himself Daddy in front of her.
The little girl didn't speak for a long time.
"A few days ago... Didn't I teach you how to write these two characters? Haven't you learned it yet?" The young father lay on the bed, untied his jade crown, and his raven hair was loose. Looking from her point of view, the bridge of his nose Tall, slender and beautiful eyelashes drooped down, smudged with a faint shadow. Due to years of illness, the color of his lips was always extremely thin, only the corners of his lips, as if due to frequent wiping, showed a light and attractive red mark.
"Yes, but..."
The little girl's heart beat fast.
"Isn't that... the closest person can call it?"
The young father stretched out his hands to comb the hair around her ears, his knuckles were clearly defined, and the black silk entwined with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Aren't we the closest people? We sleep together every day, how can Lin Lang want to get closer?"
Maybe he was seriously ill, or maybe he saw her again tonight, but he couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart, and wanted to tell his girl without reservation.
"You are Daddy!" The little girl was crying.
Daddy is just Daddy, how can he be a husband
"I'm not your father."
She shivered.
Daddy was usually the most solemn and restrained, never looked at her with such terrifying eyes.
Those black eyes that were as calm as a glacier were thrown into a fire, hot and crazy, as if they wanted to imprint their own traces on every inch of her body.
"Linlang... call me husband..."
"Boom—"
A figure rolled off the bed.
"Lin Lang!"
The young father wanted to take her hand, but was thrown away forcefully.
The child's eyes reflected panic, bewilderment, anger, and a hint of disgust.
He froze in place.
And the little girl covered her face and ran out whining.
"Linlang, come back, cough..."
Yu Wuxue wanted to chase out subconsciously, but after walking a few steps, his body swayed, his dizziness worsened, he had to hold on to the chair, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief.
A blood lotus bloomed on the snow.
The little girl ran away sullenly, and bumped into someone around the corner.
She ignored it and turned away.
A hand squeezed her wrist.
It turned out that the kid next door was blocking the way.
"Hey, you bumped into someone and didn't even squeak, it's too much." Cui Xiaodi sneered, "Just in time, you were unreasonable last time and even kicked me in the face, which made me fully recover from my injuries." It’s not too late to settle this account today.”
The little girl lowered her head and didn't look at him, her voice was thin and weak, but she was still unforgiving, "You are a man, and you don't rely on your face for a living, so it's interesting to hold on to him like this?"
"Interesting, this young master thinks it's very interesting." The little enemy's voice was sinister, "I'm going to enter the rivers and lakes. If you ruin my appearance, how can I be on the list of beautiful young swordsmen? Let me tell you, don't think You are a woman, and you just want me to take pity on you, there is no door, and the windows are sealed, even if I give you two chicken wings today, you won’t be able to fly out.”
"... Jianghu? Can I go?"
The little girl looked up suddenly.
She had just cried, her eyes were wet and red, and her nose was also a little powdery, soft and sticky.
So little swordsman Cui was dumbfounded.
This little tiger... how... how...
So fucking cute.
No, as a young swordsman with great ambitions, how could he be defeated by a small beauty? He wants to be serious, he wants to be calm, like a child whose heart is pounding or something, how decent it is!
Cui Xiaodi completely forgot that he was only ten years old, and looked at her with a deep expression, "Do you think Jianghu is a place where you play house? That's a place where you lick blood, like you... this..."
The little girl looked at him with misty eyes, and Cui Xiaodi suddenly ran out of words.
He snorted, and changed the subject abruptly, "If you want to venture into the rivers and lakes, aren't you afraid that your father will break your leg?"
Little brother Cui is just talking casually, that father who is so beautiful and beautiful can't wait to hold her in his palm every day, how could he do such a thing? Who would have thought that she would tremble for a moment, unable to stand still.
Then staggered and fell on him.
"Hello-"
Cui Xiaodi's forehead was throbbing with blue veins.
Can I trouble her to recognize her identity as the enemy camp? They are enemies who have fought, pulled ears, and pulled hair, and they will be incompatible in their entire lives.
"You are so powerful..." She grabbed his skirt and raised her head, "Can you protect me a little?"
Cui Xiaodi's ears were reddish, fortunately covered by thick stubble, he turned his head uncomfortably, and snorted again, "I take the responsibility of the world as my own responsibility, and I don't talk about personal relationships with my children."
The little girl was raised so well by Yu Wuxue, and she was too ignorant. She didn't understand what the meaning of the child's affair was. When facing the little enemy, her sharp-tongued and cunning skills were even more powerful. People in the world are their own responsibility, but I am one of the people in the world, you can't even protect one, do you still want to protect the second, third, fourth, fifth?"
Little brother Cui: "..."
It seems very reasonable.
"You promised, didn't you?"
The little girl tugged at his sleeve.
"… afraid of you."
The little swordsman couldn't beat her, so he simply gave up on himself.
The two little guys said they were roaming the rivers and lakes, but they actually "run away from home" secretly. Unfortunately, they were caught by their family members before they reached halfway. Cui Xiaodi couldn't bear to beg, and bought it for her with his own money, with a heartache and heartache on his face.
But with this experience of leaving home, the feelings of the children quickly warmed up.
The little girl reluctantly forgave the little bamboo horse's poisonous tongue.
Cui Xiaodi reluctantly forgave Xiao Qingmei's arrogance.
So he was a little worried that Xiao Qingmei would be punished by her father, hesitated for a while, and took all the responsibility, "I encouraged her to go, and it has nothing to do with her. If you want to punish, just punish me."
The little boy had just developed, and his height barely reached the man's waist. It was really strenuous to lift his head up, and it was easy to hurt his self-esteem, so he could only stare at the man's belt jade pendant in a daze.
"Are you really going to be punished?"
There was no emotion in the man's voice.
"Here, Mr. Yu, Brother She is definitely not the kind—"
Cui's elder sister was in a hurry to explain to him, but the other party glanced over with a cold and distant expression, and she unconsciously fell silent.
The little girl bit her lip, moved away, grabbed the man's sleeve, and whispered, "It's me, I begged him to take me there. Daddy wants to punish me. It's all my fault."
The man raised his palms.
She was afraid to close her eyes.
The heavy force did not fall, but instead rubbed her hair.
"Sorry...it's Daddy's fault. Lin Lang scared us."
very strange.
Where is it strange
The little girl was completely bewildered, and stared blankly at Daddy, who was exiled, squatting down, straightening her messy braids with his jade-white fingers, "Don't be afraid, Daddy won't be confused anymore." He laughed She smiled, her brows were as warm as spring, like a scene of blooming flowers, the sister of the Cui family was dazzled.
He didn't like to laugh originally.
The little girl thought about it, but she didn't know what was wrong, so she simply gave up and threw herself into her father's arms.
He hugged this lost and recovered darling tightly.
Although the desolation in the heart is spreading wantonly.
He has lost her.
Lost Ya'er.
Lost his master and brother.
nothing left.
He has no future, and the future is already in tatters.
Only this bit of residual warmth from the past, he doesn't want to lose, and he can't lose it.
It's easier to live than to die.
"Then... let's go home." He concealed his hoarse voice, and returned to his unsmiling, calm and quiet father.
"En!" The little girl nodded heavily.
The next moment, her feet flew into the air, and she was picked up by her father.
"Hey, what are you doing, Daddy? Hurry up, let me down." She was very embarrassed, and she was still on the noisy street.
"You have never traveled far before. After walking so far, your legs must be numb." Father explained patiently, "If you are shy, just hide your face, and others will not know."
But no one here knows that you are my father.
The little girl was a little resentful, but obediently did not resist.
My father was very thin, but he walked very steadily without any discomfort.
Father is always calm.
Leaning on her father's thin and bony chest, she slowly fell asleep listening to the bustling noise of people on the street.
Still holding the half bunch of candied haws tightly in his hand.
The father held her with one arm, and when he saw that she was fast asleep, he waved lightly, wrapping her in a thick sable cloak to shield her from all the wind and frost.
In a blink of an eye, it was seventeen years old.
The little girl grew up to be a jade lady as graceful as a willow.
The little enemy has also grown into Mr. Cui Xiaolang with sword eyes and star eyes.
There is a wall, she is playing the piano here, and he is practicing swords there.
Although the two were childhood sweethearts, but as they got older, they couldn't cross the secular difference between men and women, and they rarely saw each other except during festivals. One day on a whim, she suddenly wanted to see with her own eyes how that little friend practiced martial arts, so she stopped playing the piano, moved a low ladder, and climbed up the wall with a thin skirt.
Under the sycamore tree with tall and straight branches, the young man is as young as a swallow, his sword is like a dragon and a snake, and his eyes are so clear that it is impossible to look at him.
This is much more fun than playing the piano.
She was very excited, and moved the ladder as usual the next day, intending to carry on the crowd to the end.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked up, he was next to something.
soft.
is a nose.
A strange and fiery breath blew across her face, carrying the slight sweat of a young man after practicing martial arts.
The two stared at each other for a while, and the other party was the first to lose, and asked with a stern face, "What are you peeking at me for? You are not ashamed."
She blinked, "You look great practicing swordsmanship, can't I take a peek?"
The young man blushed all of a sudden, and finally said in embarrassment, "No... okay."
I don't know if it's okay or not.
How strange.
She stroked her chin and thought about it, but soon lost her mind to think about it.
There have been a lot of people coming to the house to propose marriage recently, Miss Yu didn't have much expectations for the marriage, but she couldn't help but feel bored after picking and choosing.
Dad said, let her decide everything.
If he wants to marry, he can marry. If he doesn't marry, he will raise his little girl for the rest of his life.
But do you want to marry
She sat in the small courtyard with a sad face.
A peach blossom was handed to her.
Little Lady Yu gasped.
The peach blossom is not lying in the palm of the hand, but on a silver sword with radiant brilliance.
There are flowers on the sword, so a pool of red lotus bloomed in the boy's rivers and lakes.
"Send it to me?"
She raised her eyebrows happily, and her Danfeng eyes were full of eagerness.
"… Um."
Little brother Cui turned his head uncomfortably, just like when he was a child, he looked indifferent and unkind, especially after the young man's sword power became great, he became more and more arrogant and fierce.
She played with the peach branch, watched the petals sway, and thought of something again, poked her head and asked him curiously, "You are seventeen years old, when are you going out?"
There are also immortals in Liuli Town who go to heaven and enter the earth. Although they are far away from her, they know that it is a colorful and beautiful world.
But she has no ambitions, she just wants to guard the square yard and her sickly beautiful father who can be blown away by a gust of wind.
"... Soon, why are you in a hurry." The young man showed a bit of impatience, "You want to drive me away so much, so you want to get married?"
She stared round Danfeng's eyes, extremely wronged.
She kindly asked him about his future plans, who knows where he stepped on his sore feet.
"It's fine if you don't talk about it." She curled her lips, "Anyway, I don't care too much. When the time comes, you take your single-plank bridge, and I will take my Yangguan Road..."
Lin Lang still learned this sentence from the storybook. It was the reckless life of a swordsman. The beauty is like a rainbow, but the swordsman's heart is like calm water, and he is never moved by it.
"you dare-"
He squeezed her wrist tightly, his two sword eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were pressed down.
"Okay, I'm just kidding, don't you get angry." She begged him softly, "Your hand hurts so much, can you let go? You don't love me, but you also love your flowers. It took so long to pick them, right? If it falls to the ground, then it has to be..."
The shadow suddenly covered it.
The swordsman boy leaned forward and kissed her.
Sentimental kisses, reckless kisses.
"I'll ask my mother to propose marriage tomorrow."
He tried his best to stabilize his beating heart, pretending to be mature and stable.
In Linlang's ears, it was, "I, I will ask my mother to propose marriage tomorrow. Don't let others marry you, okay?"
Like a little stutter, pitiful and cute.
"Then you're not going to fight the sword?" She confessed honestly, "I don't want to be a widow at a young age. If you die, I will definitely remarry."
Little brother Cui: "..."
Pooh.
He lived a long life.
"Not going." He scratched his head, and suddenly realized that making this decision didn't seem that difficult.
"Why?" The little lady leaned over, a beautiful hibiscus dimple.
Cui Xiaodi gave her a resentful look.
Did she think he didn't want to go? His sword was tasseled, his horse was washed clean, the silver and dry food were neatly packed into the bag, and he even drank strong wine to strengthen his courage, so he was almost determined to die. Every time he goes out in high spirits, he can always see this little friend buying rouge and powder on the street, which is as bright as the sun in March, so the hero suddenly loses his breath and runs back home in despair with his tail between his legs.
Lin Lang thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter. After we get married, Sister Cui said that there will be a baby, and then let him go to the world for you. When he fulfills your last wish, I will definitely let him give you more money." Burn a few sticks of incense..."
Little brother Cui: "..."
Pooh.
He doesn't want to burn incense.
He finally understood what feng shui turns. He had a bad mouth when he was a child, but when he grew up, he had to be tortured by his wife.
Although he ate a stomach full of venom, Cui Xiaodi still seriously told his parents and sister about his marriage after returning home.
The Cui family's parents thought they couldn't keep this son who was determined to go out, so they couldn't expect a turnaround, and were overjoyed. The two elders discussed it all night, cleaned up neatly the next day, and visited.
The Yu family's father was a little distracted, but he was courteous and gently agreed to the marriage of the youngest son.
The wedding date is set in August, which is a little hasty.
The father cut down the camphor tree in front of the door, made two marvelous wedding boxes for his daughter, covered them with the best silk, and wished that the daughter and the husband would be both "consensual" and "together".
On the day she came out of the pavilion, she was dressed up in gorgeous clothes, and her wedding dress was like fire.
The bronze mirror reflected his father's slender figure.
He held a wooden comb and combed her hair carefully.
"A comb to the end."
"Secondly comb until the white hair is even with the eyebrows."
"Three combs to..."
The bride naively teased him, with her daughter's tenderness on her brows and eyes, "What are you combing three times? Daddy clearly recited it seriously last night. I heard it through the door. Don't be fooled."
The father swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and said with a smile, "How could I forget? Three combs will make my girl's house full of children and grandchildren."
Only then was she satisfied, and let him comb her hair and put on makeup in a proper manner.
"My son is very beautiful today."
Father tapped the flower tin between her eyebrows.
"Here, Husband found it on purpose, and Dad also thinks it looks good, right?" She tilted her head.
Father paused with his fingers and retracted them into his sleeves.
"He has a heart."
The bride's eyebrows were curved, "Yes, I always thought he was a cold and smelly rock, but he can be a bully."
The father patiently listened to the little daughter's ramblings, without giving any favors, and attacked his own husband.
She suddenly smiled and waved at her father, as she was about to tell a little secret.
Father bent down obediently.
"But, daddy knows how I like him? That day when I climbed the wall, I saw a boy in white dancing a sword under a plane tree, a dragon and a snake were swimming away, and thunder was overturned. It was really amazing. If he was my husband-in-law, I would definitely It can protect me for the rest of my life.”
The father listened in a daze, and forced a smile for a long time, "...so that's the case, he really is a young hero."
His thoughts wandered, like a marionette, pulled by the indifference and numbness of the surrounding things.
Do what a father should do.
For example, at this time, he was sitting on the high hall, watching the newcomers enter the door blankly.
There were beaming smiling faces all around, shouting that it was a match made in heaven.
"A bow to heaven and earth."
"Second obeisance to the high hall."
The bride is properly led by the groom and kneels down to worship both parents.
She bent over.
The bright red tassels on the hijab kept shaking.
When the bride was helped into the wedding room by the bride, a swarm of people flocked to the groom's office to persuade him to drink.
As an elder, he should come forward and say decently, "My uncle is not good at drinking, I will drink for him."
The crowd next to them was quiet for a moment, like quails, so it was hard to persuade them any further.
"This... Mr. Yu is weak... forget it..."
"It's nothing." He smiled rarely, "To marry a daughter today, as a father, I always have to make an exception for her."
His knuckles are slender and his bones are distinct.
The master said that these are the most suitable hands for holding a sword.
But he could no longer hold the sword, nor could he hug anyone.
The only use is to use these useless hands to hold back the wine for her husband at the wedding banquet.
Three years after their marriage, Lin Lang gave birth to a pair of twins.
The young couple greeted the arrival of the new life in a hurry, and were exhausted all day long.
It was the grandfather who was like a banished fairy who couldn't bear his daughter's emaciation and took over the affairs of his grandson. Strange to say, when the two lawless little devils came into the hands of my grandfather, they were very obedient and very worry-free.
A few years later, the little grandson, like his father, was obsessed with swords, and pestered his grandfather all day long, asking him to teach him a trick or two.
In the minds of children, apart from being a little sick, grandfather is omnipotent.
"Your grandfather doesn't understand swords, ask your father."
He stroked the little guy's head.
The little guy looked deceived, and said angrily, "I don't believe it, you have a callus in your mouth, you must have been practicing swords all year round."
Grandfather laughed, but stopped talking.
When he was young, he once dominated the sword and hunted in white clothes, defeating all the heroes of the Three Realms.
What's the use
Now my temples are gray and I can't keep my sword.
He couldn't keep his girl either.
Born as a proud man, he suffered a crushing defeat.