Chapter 6 Crying

"This is Ling'er. It's so beautiful. You have the demeanor of your mother and me in those years." Looking at the painting hung by He Chen, Tang Yueru couldn't help but be stunned. The woman in the painting was too beautiful and elegant. She had a long sword on her back, holding a green jade flute in her hand, a long white skirt, and a faint smile, giving people a quiet and ethereal feeling, like a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world.

"Alas!" The mother and son stared at the second painting hung by He Chen together. They didn't move for a long time. Tang Yueru sighed. In the last painting, she could dilute her son's sadness with a relaxed tone, but she couldn't laugh at this picture. In the picture, there was a little girl in a pink skirt, who seemed to be almost six or seven years old. The flexible eyes are a little erratic, and the soft corners of the mouth seem to be thinking about something bad. The beautiful face is like a naughty elf, and there will be no moment of peace.

The impact of the next painting on Tang Yueru is far less than that of the first two paintings. Looking at the signature on the painting, she did not forget that she had seen it on the tombstone a few days ago, and her son also told each of them their preferences. At this time, looking at the faces one by one, she had an indescribable sadness. There is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He Minghao came back at night and stared at each painting one by one. He stood for a long time in front of the paintings of his granddaughter He Jia and his daughter-in-law Lan Linger, whom he had never met. He heard the footsteps behind him and knew that his son was coming. He asked softly, "How old is Jiajia?"

"seven years old." He Chen answered gently, and his tone could not be heard at all.

"Let's go, Dad, have a good drink with you today." He Minghao turned his head and patted his son's shoulder, who was no lower than him and had grown up.

"Good!" He Chen nodded with a smile and looked at a trace of gratitude in his father's eyes.

"Xiao Chen, before your master went, he told us that you have a disaster this year. Although there are twists and turns, you will turn to safety, and you will be blessed by misfortune. This is also why your mother and I didn't send you to a better hospital for treatment after you fell into a coma. Your master also said that this disaster will be less than seven days. Then a month will pass naturally. We believe that he has been waiting. The father and son drank slowly. He Minghao broke the silence. He Chen did not speak. He was listening quietly. He knew that his father had not finished his words.

"Your master also asked me to tell you, 'The mirror flowers, water and moon are not empty, and love can't be hurt at the end. There is no such thing as fate. Fate is your hands. How many stones you can lift, you can see the sky. Life is only a hundred years old, who can do it without regrets, what is wrong, what is right, as long as you You can ask yourself with a clear conscience. Let nature take its course and follow your name. Only happiness is the most important and precious. Your happiness is everyone's happiness. He will share your happiness in another world and continue to travel around the world. The words pressed on his heart finally came out. He Minghao felt that his body and mind were light, and he picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Three years ago, the unknown Taoist said to He Minghao that one day, when He Chen met a certain obstacle, he said to him that it might be helpful to him. He Chen could not listen to anyone's advice, but for the words of his beloved master, it was absolutely necessary to listen to him. He Minghao was in the nameless way. At the moment when the immortals left, he thought that the unknown Taoist was afraid that He Chen could not be able to walk through the hurdle of his immortals, but later he found that He Chen was only cried bitterly once and slowly accepted this fact. With his understanding and belief in the unknown Taoist, he knew that there must be a deep meaning in his explanation, and these words have never been right. Zi said, and now, he knows what the unknown Taoist means. Although his son's face is calm as usual these days, the more abnormal it is, the more abnormal it is. He is waiting for his son to cross this hurdle by himself, because the unknown Taoist priest did not say any obstacle to tell He Chen that if it is not this time, there will be another one in the future. That's troublesome, but now it seems that it should be time. The sadness in his son's heart is in the backlog of day by day. If he reaches a critical point, he can't imagine what the consequences will be.

He Minghao also thought carefully that in the human world, there is nothing more cruel than the hardships He Chen has experienced. His wife, daughter, and a lot of brothers and friends who share life and death died at the same time. If it were on him, he probably would have collapsed and gone crazy.

He Chen pondered and poured a cup of wine into his stomach one after another. Tang Yueru wanted to stop him, but was stopped by He Minghao. He knew that he must now give his son a vent and let him release the sadness in his heart, otherwise no matter how strong he is, he will be crushed.

In He Chen's mind, many pictures suddenly appeared, including a master, a wife, a daughter, a brothers, and many warm-blooded men. The picture rotated quickly, remembering the beautiful figure, those strong soldiers, and finally said to him: "Live well and be happy together for us. "!"

"Alive! Happiness! Happy!" He Chen muttered to herself. Tears had already flowed down unconsciously. Suddenly, she covered her face and cried bitterly. Tang Yueru patted He Chen on the shoulder heartlessly. She didn't remember how many years she had seen her son shed tears. During this period, she often saw a pair of crying red eyes.

Like a child, He Chen cried and fell asleep in Tang Yueru's arms. Tang Yueru and He Minghao looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. He Minghao took the sleeping He Chen back to the room and gently closed the door and smiled, "This boy is really heavy. I can't hold him if I'm in good physical quality."

"You are still in the mood to laugh. What about this?" Tang Yueru stared at He Minghao angrily. He Chen's state made her very worried.

"I have no choice but to rely on him, but I believe my son will get better soon." He Minghao shook his head with a wry smile. They really couldn't help with this kind of thing. They didn't even know how to persuade them.

"Alas! Why did you say this kind of thing on him? Sitting on the sofa, Tang Yueru asked worriedly.

"Fate!" Such a strange thing, He Minghao can only be attributed to fate.

"The world is so wonderful. My granddaughter is seven years old. I have never seen my grandmother. Wash and sleep." Tang Yueru shook her head helplessly. She believed that what He Chen said was one thing, but the fact of how much she could accept was another matter. These days, they were also physically and mentally exhausted.

"Alas!" He Minghao sighed. These days, the family of three are pretending. The son is pretending to be calm as usual, and the wife is in a relaxed and happy state, but he secretly observes his son's situation and reports to him at any time. He also pretends to laugh and doesn't want to cause his son's sadness. After all, these things may be just one for them. A story, and for his son, even a dream, is his own experience, and now it seems that this is by no means a dream.

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