68 Hero Curtain

Zhang Qiuling's soft voice and warm words came from his ear, which made Xiao Chen almost think that he was like a dream in a dream. However, the woman smiled, the blue and black windbreaker, the pair of water-like eyes, and the body with the faint fragrance of grass in his arms were so real, under the moonlit night. It is no longer the cold lips in Haida Community that make you break your liver and courage, and it is no longer the tomb of your beloved wife who makes you dry your tears. On this day, this night, Xiao Changhe and Zhang Qiuling, father and wife, made Xiao Chen no longer able to control the tears of happiness and sadness, surging out, like a child without scrupulously waving the joy and anger in his heart.

Zhang Qiuling gently wiped the tears from the corners of the man's eyes and stroked the shocking scar in the man's right eye. There was a great pain in his heart. It turned out that he actually occupied such an important position in his heart. This city villain, who once thought was a tricky man, made Zhang Qiuling's heart fluctuate, and his eyes slightly red. Looking at Xiao Chen, he said gently but firmly, "Tonight I will accompany you until the end of the world."

Xiao Chen laughed like a child, roared for a long time, and was extremely happy. He hugged the pregnant woman tightly. Silent is better than sound. Men and women's heartbeats and breaths echoed each other, like the most gorgeous music gurgling in this stormy night, and there is no sound in the world.

The breeze is blowing, the moonlight is flowing, and the crowd is as silent as water.

Chen Buyi looked at Xiao Chen with a smile and also smiled. The man who killed Chen Xuanyu could not be admired. He had no extraordinary force or unpredictable wisdom, but Chen Buyi felt the family affection that he had not felt for 20 years around him. Although he had only been together for a few months, But he has long regarded him as a life-and-death brother in his heart.

Although Li Feixuan and Zhuge Zizhan look a little strange, they are also happy for Xiao Chen. After he is an old friend, he is the only proud man in the Xiao family.

Tangmen and Brother Pao couldn't help staring at Xiao Chen and Zhang Qiuling. Even Tang Laoliu, who was on the ground, couldn't take his eyes off the woman and thought a lot. It may not be surprising how she came here, but how did she break through the dark sentry ambush arranged by Tangmen and Brother Pao outside the Purple Garden? When I looked at the two-door wrangler, I found that the car body was already full of holes, and the tires on the front wheel were even worse. However, this girl came here safe and sound. It was incredible to be calm and brave.

Xiao Changhe looked at Xiao Chen and sometimes cried and sometimes laughed like a mad demon. He was very relieved. Who said that autumn water is harmful to Ziwei? Who said that this woman is doomed to have no result with her son? Man is sure to win the sky. At this moment, Xiao Changhe suddenly laughed and was extremely relieved.

"It's enough to talk about the old days." Bai Yifan looked at Zhang Qiuling and Xiao Chen coldly and said coldly.

Xiao Chen turned around slightly, squinting at the white-haired old man, let go of the woman in his arms, bent a cynical smile at the corners of his mouth, and said narrowly, "My old man used to say, 'When you are old, you should go to the ground earlier.' But it's really against God's will to have so many things at your age. You should be killed. As the last four words popped out of his teeth, Xiao Chen's expression suddenly became ferocious and sad, and he stared at Tang Yifan coldly without giving in.

"Sure enough, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. What a big tone." Bai Yifan laughed angrily.

However, before Xiao Chen could answer, a man with a faint smile came to Xiao Chen and said softly, "Your father is dying. Let this old man give it to me."

It's Chen Buyi.

Tang Yifan turned his eyes to Chen Buyi and suddenly laughed. He hadn't taken action yet, but this group of descendants had already given up themselves as a plaything. It was really ridiculous and hateful. As Xiao Chenshi said, they really deserve to die! The angry old man suddenly took a step forward, smiled indifferently at Chen Buyi, and said, "Since you are looking for death, I don't have to worry about bullying the younger generation."

Chen Buyi has never been afraid of masters. Even if he is defeated, many years ago, when he was a child, he already had the title of mad dog. His legs suddenly kicked on the ground, and his body rushed forward. With the force of the recoil, he launched the first round of attack on the old man.

After hearing Chen Buyi's words, Xiao Chen just woke up and remembered that his father had reached the situation of running out of oil. He turned around and found that his father was staring at him with a smile. However, his forehead was full of blue veins. Obviously, he was trying to endure the injury on his body, but his eyes were still the same as before. Soft and kind, staring at Xiao Chen fixedly, without moving for a moment.

Xiao Chen took Zhang Qiuling and strode to his father's side and suddenly knelt down. There were tears in his eyes again. Tonight, he was so fragile. He held Xiao Changhe's left hand that stretched out to the air with both hands tightly. His heart was extremely sad and painful. He said in a hoarse voice, "Dad, have a good rest. Don't talk about it anymore."

Xiao Changhe smiled gently and said, "Chen'er, don't cry. Haven't you been living well without my nominal father in the past 18 years? Tonight, God can open my eyes and let me see you call me father before I die. I have no regrets. His eyes suddenly dimmed and he looked at Xiao Chending and said, "It's just that I haven't found your mother all over the country for many years, and I don't know how she lives now?" Speaking of this, Xiao Changhe's eyes were a little lax, as if he remembered his youth and frivolity, the glory at the beginning, and the bits and drabs of her in Qingcheng Mountain.

Feeling that his father's left hand was suddenly drooping, Xiao Chen was shocked and looked at Xiao Changhe and shouted sadly, "Dad!"

Xiao Changhe looked up slightly and looked up at the sky. He saw a long gust of wind, the bright moon hanging high, and the shadows of the trees in front of the villa were mottled and messy. He bowed his head, the water was sparkling and the light was uncertain. His mouth interrupted and said, "Qingcheng... Ghost... Xiong, Mountain... Shuizang... Proud Dragon. su su...luo...ying luan, Yi people...who... share with you?"

He was originally a genius in the world, but now when he was dying, he remembered that the woman he loved all his life did not know where he was, and his heart was broken and it was difficult to settle down.

After chanting this newly made five masterpieces, Xiao Changhe looked at Xiao Chen in a dagger, suddenly took out a dagger from his waist, and handed it to Xiao Chen tremblingly. His voice was gentle but messy, "This is... your master... the master gave it to me."

Looking up and glanced at it, it was the one that said, "On the top of Kunlun, the past is heavy!" The dagger.

Chu Xiaoyun seemed to have some understanding. He also took out a dagger from his body and handed it to Zhang Qiuling. He smiled gently and said, "These two daggers were originally a pair, but unfortunately their former owners could not be together. Now I give it to you."

The evening rain is beautiful, and the moon is as beautiful as water!

These two daggers are the two daggers that touched her girl's heart as Chu Xiaoyun said when he recalled the past. Maybe they are also the things of her affection, the things that are deeply rooted in love.

Xiao Changhe struggled and took out a jasper-colored flute from his arms. He didn't know where his strength came from. He actually put the heavy flute on his lips at this moment and played it slowly. The sound of the flute was melodious, ups and downs, sometimes like a breeze brushing his face, sometimes like a mountain, and sometimes like running. The river is good, and sometimes it is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky and sweeping away everything.

Xiao Changhe had a serene look and a happy smile on the corners of his mouth. At the beginning, it was because of this hole flute that he brazenly walked out of another village and left the landscape where he raised him. In the past 30 years, he has never forgotten to take it with him and put it in his arms. At this time, his mind was full of her willow. The figure dancing in the woods in the woods is full of her singing gently in the summer peach blossoms. The afterglow of the sunset reflected on her delicate face, which is so beautiful, which makes her emotional, ..................

Gently close your eyes and gradually stop breathing.

A generation of heroes has passed away.

Xiao Chen looked up to the sky and roared, hugged his father's body like a mad demon, and sobbed.