After a long distance, Ye Wei's eyes fell on Ye Wuchen. After a short while, he saw Ningxue on his right side, and Tong Xin on his left side. The doubts dissipated, and before coming here, he didn't dare to tell his wife or father, because he was worried that if he misidentified, the surprise would be followed by even greater disappointment. He swung his hand violently, almost drawing a bloody groove on the horse's buttocks, and his tiger eyes were covered with mist formed by excitement and ecstasy.
What is a surprise
Three years ago, there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, three years of misery and suffering, and the Ye family's three years of gloom and gloom, so what if the family is prosperous again? So what about countless military achievements? His Ye family has cut off their bloodline and has no descendants. But three years later, the huge surprise that happened once miraculously appeared again, and this time the surprise was ten times and a hundred times bigger than the last time. Washing his face, he wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but also wanted to cry.
But as a father, how could he cry in front of his son. He endured it, and let the wind blowing on his face dry up the mist of tears that he had just condensed again and again.
In front of the horse approaching, he didn't have time to wait for the horse to stop, jumped up from the horse, landed on the ground, and rushed to Ye Wuchen, holding his shoulders with both hands, his eyes fixed on Ye Wuchen. On Chen's face, "Chen'er, is it really you?"
"It's me, I'm back." Ye Wuchen smiled and raised his left hand that was wearing the sword god's ring, "In this world, no one can pretend to be me."
"Chen'er..." Resisting to control his emotions, his eyes were still blurred by tears at this moment, obviously there was too much to say, but under this situation, he was speechless and choked, the pair of hands pressed on Ye Wuchen's shoulders His arms were shaking violently, just like his trembling heart.
"Three years ago, I went to the Palace of the King of the Underworld. The Lord of the Underworld said that even if the members of the Ye family were to die, they must die on the battlefield, so he sent me back today." Ye Wuchen smiled. Yidao, the expression of the man in front of him, as well as his tears made his heart throb quietly. This man's tears are too precious, but for his son, he is not stingy.
Perhaps, in this life, he couldn't bear to tell him that he was not his son. Just a guy posing as his son. This paternal love is too precious for him to pay back.
Therefore, he can only become his "son" in another way.
"Father, these are my two friends. His name is Leng Ya. You know, his name is Chu Jingtian. He is the grandson of the sword god Chu Cangming. We have known each other for a long time." Ye Wuchen introduced with a smile.
In the past, Ye Wei must have been shocked when he heard "the grandson of the sword god Chu Cangming", but at this time, he didn't even move his eyes to Chu Jingtian, the "Father" attracted all his attention, and the following If so, he couldn't care anymore.
"You are finally... willing to call me father."
"You are my father." Ye Wuchen replied. Recalling that night in his heart, he and Ye Shuiyao stood under the moon, worshiped the heaven and the earth together, and became husband and wife under the witness of the heaven, earth and moon. From that moment on, her parents became his parents. He could finally call him father with a clear conscience.
Ye Wei nodded heavily, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
Ye Wei stood up straight, raised his head to the sky, as if he was waiting for the tears to dry up, and seemed to be thanking God for his kindness with his heart. He could see that Ye Wuchen's body was frighteningly weak at this moment, but it didn't matter, he came back, as long as he came back.
A carriage finally caught up with the bumpy road, Ye Wuchen said: "Father, let's talk about it when we go home, I'm homesick."
Ye Wei nodded heavily. Home... without Ye Wuchen's Ye family, it really can't be called a home.
With Chu Jingtian's support, Ye Wuchen got into the carriage, Ning Xue and Tong Xin also stepped in one after the other. Ningxue turned around and said, "Brother Daniel, that wheelchair is very important to my brother, you must not throw it away."
"Don't worry, wrap it on me, it's just a few pieces of wood." Chu Jingtian patted his chest, the corners of his eyes still had a little moisture. Just now Ye Wei and Ye Wuchen only had such a few short words, but he has already felt too many things from it, there is no need to say too much between men, a few words, a few eyes, and a few expressions are really enough. up. For a man without a father like him, his feelings can be described as sour, astringent, bitter, and envious.
"The two are friends of Chen'er, and they are distinguished guests of my Ye family. Please get on your horse." Ye Wei asked the two soldiers who followed him to dismount, and greeted Chu Jingtian and Leng Ya politely.
Chu Jingtian waved his hand and said, "Uncle, you're welcome, it might be faster if we walk."
Leng Ya also nodded lightly.
Ye Wei stopped insisting at the moment, nodded slightly, got on the horse, gave a soft drink, and left in the dust.
When they were far away, Chu Jingtian picked up the wheelchair and whispered, "Oh? What kind of wood is this? It's so hard, it feels like steel." He didn't think much about it, but was serious He said: "Bing Cube Face, do you know why I can't always beat you in speed? I figured it out now, then you are because I am much heavier than you. Do you dare to resist this, let's compare again .”
Leng Ya glanced at him, swiped his right hand, snatched the wheelchair from his hand like lightning, easily grabbed it in his hand, and said flatly: "I'll give you ten seconds."
"That's what you said." Without delay, Chu Jingtian took a deep breath, pulled out the Cangming Sword from his back and threw it forward, and softly shouted: "Sword God Art—Light Sword Wuying!"
As soon as he finished chanting, he jumped up and stepped on the sword with both feet. His tall and thick body stepped on the sword and flew away at a low altitude. In a blink of an eye, he was gone, and a royal blue line was drawn behind him.
As expected, Leng Ya waited on the spot for ten seconds, then let out a cold snort of disdain, made a wrong step, and his body turned into a gray light and shadow, which disappeared in an instant.
With a sound of "chi", a figure with a blue light flashed by, startling the galloping horses for a while.
Not long after, there was another "whoosh", and a gust of gray wind blew past me.
Looking at the two figures chasing one after the other, Ye Wei praised: "You are indeed the son of the God of War, the grandson of the God of Sword! Such a shocking age at such a young age."
The news of Ye Wuchen's return did not rush, but there were whispers in the Ye family's small area, but no one alarmed Ye Nu. Wang Wenshu stood at the gate, walking back and forth anxiously, sometimes crossing her hands, sometimes putting them behind her back, and finally didn't know where to put them. The heart was beating so violently that she could clearly hear the sound of "thumping".
When she got the news, she almost fainted.
At this moment, what she felt in her heart was an extremely strong longing and even stronger fear. Every extra second of waiting was a torment for her.
As a mother, she has been working very hard. She has taken care of and maintained her frail and sick son since she was a child, and she has suffered two heavy bereavement pains in succession. But... She kept calling in her heart, as long as her son could really come back, no matter how much suffering he suffered, even if it was a short life, she would be willing.
The sound of horseshoes was approaching, riding a fast horse with a whip, it was Ye Si who went with Ye Wei. He jumped off his horse at the door, and without waiting for Wang Wenshu to ask, he respectfully shouted: "Madam, the master asked me to tell Madam, there is no doubt that it is the young master. Both he and Miss Ningxue are safe and sound, and they will rush back immediately. The master is afraid that Madam will worry, so he asked Xiao Hurry up and report first."
Wang Wenshu's tears welled up all of a sudden, she hugged Xiaolu, the servant girl beside her, and began to cry, and after a while, a large area of Xiaolu's skirt was wet.
"Ma'am, the young master is back, Madam should be happy." Xiao Lu comforted clumsily with red eyes.
Wang Wenshu didn't say a word, but kept crying until she couldn't speak.
While they waited through the autumn water, the carriage that Ye Wuchen was sitting in finally arrived at the door of Ye's house. He opened the curtain and looked at the big word "Ye" on the door. Ye Wuchen felt melancholy in his heart. Xue and Tongxin said in a low voice, "It's been three years, and we're finally home again."
The curtain was pulled open at once, revealing Wang Wenshu's tear-stained face, Ye Wuchen looked at her, and said softly: "Mother, I'm back."
Wang Wenshu's whole body trembled violently, staggered, got on the carriage recklessly, hugged Ye Wuchen tightly in her arms, and burst into tears, completely ignoring that this place was still on the street.
Around, more and more people stopped to watch, with shock and disbelief written all over their faces. Also from this moment, the news of Ye Wuchen's return spread very quickly, causing shock in all directions.
Hearing the tear-jerking cries, Chu Jingtian muttered with gusto: "Having parents is happiness, alas."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Ya rushed into the gate of Ye's house without saying a word. Chu Jingtian just subconsciously wanted to hold him back, but when he stretched halfway, he retracted his hand resentfully, "Ice face is also a person with a mother." , I should go to his mother, hey, I am left alone."
He clenched his fists and roared in a low voice: "In the next life, I must be reincarnated as a person with a mother!!"
When Ye Wuchen was helped out of the carriage by Chu Jingtian, the clothes on his chest were already wet from Wang Wenshu's crying. He enjoyed and appreciated this purest and most selfless love. When he sat in the wheelchair and was pushed in by Ningxue and Tongxin, Wang Wenshu stayed there, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Chen'er, your leg..."
Ye Wei patted her on the shoulder, shook his head and said softly: "It's not the legs. His strength was exhausted in the battle in the Great Wind Country, and he couldn't recover. He is very weak now, and he will continue to be weak like this in the future. Like, like Same as before he was sixteen."
Wang Wenshu was stunned for a while, then said in a daze, "This way... that's fine, so that he doesn't have to shoulder such a big responsibility, and he won't run around. I will guard him at home every day from now on, and no one can hurt him anymore. Our Chen'er."
Ye Wei nodded. Twice, they couldn't afford another one.