676 family reunion

"Amo..." Luo Wen'er burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? This is a happy day. I just didn't expect to see you at such an embarrassing time..."

Luo Wener shook her head: "You are always the best in my heart..."

He closed his eyes and showed the most touching smile: "Cloud, you know, recently I always think of the scene of us playing chess in the osmanthus tree..."

He took out something from his clothesline with trembling hands... It was a copper coin, because he had not left for many years, and because he rubbed his missing fingertips day and night, and it had become shiny.

It was under the osmanthus tree. She "rewarded" him. He has been hanging around his neck, and no one can touch him.

There was also a concentric knot in her hand, which was made with his and her hair. He once wanted to sneak to the world with only himself and accompany him.

Now, it is a little shy to give it to her.

"Yuncai," he opened his eyes with difficulty and said almost chokingly, "Over the years, my absurdity has been fake. I just want to make you sad, make you sad, so that you won't miss me too much after I leave. But I really don't..."

"If you didn't today... I wouldn't say it. But now, I don't want us to go that side. You will think I'm that kind of person, and I won't listen to my explanation anyway. I..." squeezed my lips and tried to raise my head: "I will... live up to you!"

"I know, I know..."

Luo Wener hugged him tightly, clinging to his face, and tears surged.

This man, this man, is always tolerant and acting, but now... She hopes that this is just a scene. The next moment, he will turn over and sit up and scrape her nose: "Look, have you been cheated by me again?"

She hurriedly looked up and glanced at the two children standing in front of her.

The small people were wrapped in the crowd, protected by Hu Lun, and looked at them blankly.

"Mao Mao, Doudou, come here..."

Hu Lun wiped her tears and patted the two children on the shoulders: "Why don't you go there quickly?"

The two children seemed to wake up from all the shocks and ran over crying.

"Come on, call..."

"Dad..." Before Luo Wener finished speaking, Mao Mao took the lead in shouting and knelt down.

"Dad, you are my father, I knew you were my father..." Doudou grabbed the blood-stained robe and cried incoherently.

Luo Wener suppressed her tears: "Aren't you always wanted to see your father? Don't you have a lot to say to your father? Come on, Dad is waiting for you..."

Yes, he's waiting, but he can't wait long, and she...

Their bodies are getting lighter, scattering into countless small particles, floating in the golden dust.

They are about to disappear...

"Dad, I've always wanted to tell you that I shouldn't have been angry with you that time. I'm wrong, I'm wrong, Dad, Doudou is wrong!" Doudou grinned and cried: "Doudou has been looking for his father and wants to admit his mistake to him. Dad, Doudou is so sad..."

A hand fell gently on her head, caressing her little brain as usual, with a loving smile: "Dad has never blamed you..."

Doudou's crying stagnated, opened his tears, looked at Qian Yumo, and suddenly jumped on him: "Dad..."

Luo Wener swallowed her throat and squeezed out a smile: "Maomao, what do you want to say?"

Mao Mao knelt aside, his eyes were red, staring at Qian Yumo for a moment, and his little mouth squeezed without saying a word.

Qian Yumo also looked at him, bending the corners of his lips, showing an encouraging smile.

"I want to know," the little lips trembled disobediently, but they had to look calm: "Who is better-looking, me and Dad?"

Countless people who followed the movement here didn't know whether to cry or laugh when they heard this.

Qian Yumo smiled and said, "Bad boy, you have to compare with me at this time."

But he sighed and touched his son's head: "This child, like me..."

Mao Mao's tears couldn't help falling down.

Yes, he has too much to say, but at this moment, he wants his father to be happier.

Dad, it's too difficult...

"Maomao, Dad has a few words, you have to remember..."

Mao immediately wiped away his tears, straightened his face, and nodded hard.

"Wai, it will be yours in the future. Without discussing with you or preparing, I gave you such a burden... Dad doesn't know what kind of life you like, but Dad knows that as long as you take over this burden, you will definitely be a good monarch. You are still young, and you should listen to the Prime Minister's opinions on the government. You can't be capricious. In the next ten years, Wuya will not be a big deal, but there will be a lot of gains..."

He smiled demeanly: "You will know then. And Dad can only prepare for you for these ten years. After that, it's up to you. But no matter what, Dad respects your choice, and I just hope that you remember that you still have the burden of the world before you choose..."

"Dad, I remember!" The childish face gradually showed maturity and calmness in line with age: "And Doudou, I will take good care of my sister..."

Doudou sat up chokingly, clenched his hands, and his small shoulders twitched: "Doudou, can, be obedient. Dad, mother, don't worry..."

Qian Yumo smiled and took Luo Wen'er's hand: "You gave birth to a pair of good children for me..."

Stretch out your hand again...

The two children hurriedly held that hand.

He laughed again: "We, the family..."

The bottom of the eyes is warm, and the smile is satisfied and happy, but in the eyes of others, it is an indescribable sadness and haggardness.

The wind passed and blew the intertwined veil of Venus. Some people saw it as if there was dust floating from the two of them...

Qian Yumo felt as if his body was held up by clouds and fog, surrounded him with unprecedented ease and happiness. He seemed to see a colorful light around his head, and Luo Wener was also shrouded in light. He even saw a purple streamer passing through her.

He hurriedly clenched her hand: "Are we going to live in free days?"

She shook his hand back, held back her tears, and squeezed out a smile: "Yes..."

He closed his eyes, took a long breath, and showed a real smile: "That's good. Cloud, do you know? In fact, I wish I was just Mo Xi and lived an ordinary but happy life with you..."

A tear fell on the corner of his eyes: "I know..."

"I also want to celebrate your birthday, I owe you..."

"Good..."

Time is passing, the fog is drifting, and everyone is silently paying attention to the front...

They are about to disappear...

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"Cough, may I bother you?"

In the sad beauty, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

Although the sound is also beautiful, but...

People looked at them with dissatisfaction, but saw Qian Yuhong standing next to the family and holding hands, as if they were embarrassed but narrowly looking at them.

Someone remembered that the ninth son had just stopped talking several times.

It's also true that at this difficult reunion and instant parting, it is indeed...

However, Mr. Jiu held his hand and looked a little proud and uneasy: "Actually, I can save her..."

Everyone saw that Qianyu Mohuo, who had closed his eyes and looked at him with a peaceful face, looked at him like a torch.

Someone sadly thought... to return to the light.

Qian Yuhong cleared his throat again: "I remember I just said that I have one last time..."

His eyes were more than just like a torch. Qian Yumo moved and wanted to sit up.

Qian Yuhong closed his eyes and raised his jaw slightly: "However, there is a condition..."

A fluorescence suddenly flew out of Qian Yumo's arms. Qian Yuhong raised his hand as if he saw it, so the light fell directly into his palm.

No one can see what it is, but when they see Qian Yuhong facing the palm of his hand, as if he had seen a lover in his previous life: "You are finally mine..."

But he sighed: "Brother Wang, although this bead is good, there is still one thing missing, if it can..."

He looked at A Zi lying on the ground.

Qian Yumo nodded without hesitation.

The blue open sleeves are fling...

A pair of starlight jumped out of Qianyu's eyes, floated like snowflakes and sank into his palm.

At the same time, the gorgeous and elegant eyes slowly closed...

"Amo, Amo..." Luo Wener was shocked.

"Brother Wang practiced the dragon secret technique. Although he was devoured, he became his own repair system. Now if it is improved, he can save the boy's life."

Luo Wener shook her head and didn't know what to say. She kept calling Qian Yumo's name: "Amo, Amo..."

Qian Yumo smiled and clenched her hand: "It's okay, as long as you..."

"I don't want it!" She hugged him tightly: "I want to be with you. Amo, don't leave me again..."

"Cough, I didn't say let you two separate..." Qian Yuhong put away the treasure, narrowed his narrow eyes, and was as evil as evil.

What?

Everyone immediately realized that this magical ninth son had the ability to change his fate, and for the last time, the last time...

The crowd suddenly became excited, and it seemed that their wishes were still promising.

However, seeing that there was no one beside the ninth son, he leisurely stepped into the golden fog and stretched out his hand to Luo Wener.

Luo Wen'er looked at him with some confusion. Seeing his look, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly removed something from her neck.

Qian Yuhong held the horn-like object, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "This is the same thing, and this is the failure is also this thing. You don't cherish it too much..."

Indeed, the "horns" with the original width of the palm are only the size of the knuckles, exquisite, and looming red silk.

Luo Wener doesn't know what this thing does. Before, she just wanted to use it to protect Qianyu ink, but now...

Qian Yuhong's eyebrows tightened and loose, loosened and tightened. After a long time, he hesitated and said, "Well, you have to try..."

People are stopping me from you, and I dragged your desire to take the lead, and suddenly I saw the golden fog-like veil shining.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in the fog disappeared, and there was only a sad shout in his ear: "Wenwen--"