"I'll go out first. Lin Ruoxue said timidly at this time!

"No, I don't. You are also qualified to know about this matter. The Blue Dragon Lord waved his hand, signaling that Lin Ruoxue didn't have to go out.

"Your surname is Xiao, my surname is Xiao, my full name is Xiao Jialan, in this world, there is a family, and the only one surnamed Xiao is the two of us. ”

"I'm not your mother, but I'm your aunt. ”

"Remember last time, I tore off a piece of your flesh, right?" Xiao Jialan looked at Xiao Qingyu and chuckled, after that time, Xiao Qingyu's identity was beyond doubt.

"In fact, the first time I saw you, I knew that you looked exactly like your father. Xiao Jialan smiled lonely.

From Xiao Jialan's departure to Xiao Jialan's departure, there are not many words, except for an official kinship identification is ironclad evidence. Everything is what Xiao Jialan said.

His surname is Xiao, and he is the best bloodline of the Xiao family in this world, or in other words, the only male of the Xiao family.

In this world, there is such a family. The family is full of lonely widows, and none of them are men.

"It turns out that finding a home is not a happy thing, and my parents are no longer there. Xiao Qingyu smiled abruptly, with a look in his eyes that was a little crazy. Even though he has no feelings for his parents, who he has never met, he feels very sour in his heart and doesn't understand why.

Xiao Qingyu told him that when your mother was dying, she remembered that I left it for the Xiao family, and after staying, when she heard this, Xiao Qingyu felt that her eyes were sour and wanted to cry.

What about heroes? What about entering Babao Mountain? Have you ever thought about how to live a lonely and widowish life?

If it weren't for that, how could he have been displaced for half his life?

Lin Ruoxue hugged Xiao Qingyu, she was already crying, Xiao Qingyu gave her the feeling of vicissitudes and loneliness, so the Xiao family, this family only gave people the feeling of tragedy.

Xiao Qingyu looked at the ceiling, "Hehe," a crazy laugh came out of his mouth from time to time.

"I've got to live well, and there's a lot of women I need to take care of." "No matter what, he has to carry the future of the Xiao family.

Hate? If you are an individual, you can't express hatred for a family like that.

Even if he has never done anything for this country, his heart is full of respect for that family.

Holding Lin Ruoxue in her arms, "Don't cry, finding a family is a happy thing, which proves that my heart has another destination in the future." Holding Lin Ruoxue in his arms, his chin resting on Lin Ruoxue's forehead, Xiao Qingyu murmured softly.

Most women are emotional, the more Xiao Qingyu said this, Lin Ruoxue cried a lot.

This night was quite long, for Xiao Qingyu, and for Lin Ruoxue, it was the same.

I slept all day during the day, and it was difficult to sleep at night, even if I didn't sleep, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully this night, Xiao Qingyu couldn't be so heartless, he suddenly didn't know how to face the Xiao family.

The next day, the cold wind was still bone-chilling, but the morning sun on the horizon was brilliantly tight. Although it can't dispel the chill in the air, it adds a bit of brightness to people's hearts.

Holding Lin Ruoxue's hand, Xiao Qingyu and Lin Ruoxue walked to the door of the family, the wooden door was dilapidated, the walls were mottled, and there were strong traces of time.

Xiao Qingyu's eyes were a little red, behind this door, there was a lonely widow.

When he arrived at the door, he hesitated, he didn't dare to face it, could he really afford to be a widow and a widow? Maybe he could, but he was afraid that he couldn't afford the glory of the Xiao family.

Even if this family is down-and-out, who dares to deny his glory, even Xiao Qingyu has a sense of tolerance.

"Why don't you go in?" Xiao Jialan's figure appeared behind Xiao Qingyu.

"I don't know how to get in. Xiao Qingyu watched in front of the door, taking steps and hesitating.

He is not a hypocritical person, and in the face of a lonely widow, he is afraid that he will be embarrassed when the time comes.

Xiao Jialan looked at Xiao Qingyu's appearance, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of her mouth.

"Go, you're carrying it. In this world, only you can carry it. Xiao Jialan looked at Xiao Qingyu and said softly!

If he is not qualified to carry it, then who else is qualified?

"Since more than 20 years ago, the Xiao family has begun to fall into despair, and they are lonely and widowed. Who can see it? After all, it is inevitable that people will be left in this world. Xiao Jialan said with a lonely face!

Inside the door, the old man with gray hair and no longer in his prime sat in the living room, looking out anxiously, why didn't her great-grandson come in. Obviously, I've listened to Jialan, and I don't even want to decorate, so it's dilapidated.

Jialan said that the kid is responsible, and when he sees the Xiao family down, he will definitely choose to bear it.

It's just that. Why don't you come in? The old man who shed dry tears more than 20 years ago asked himself that he had seen everything through, but at this moment, his heart could not be quiet.

"How can it be so cold?" Xiao Qingyu muttered to himself.

In his opinion, such a family enjoys no matter how great the honor is. Actually, it's not an exaggeration.

"It's not Bo Liang, what do you think is the use of this lonely widow and widow asking for great glory? They just wait for themselves to grow old, and then, one day, put themselves in a coffin. Xiao Jialan smiled sadly.

The eyes that didn't cry for the common people turned red for the first time. In his eyes, tears fell.

If you owe the Xiao family, no one will not give, no one will not pay, who will dare not give, who will dare not pay?

But. What is the use of them if they ask for them? There are some things that some people have been pursuing all their lives, but they are very difficult to obtain, but this is not the saddest thing. The saddest thing is that it is within reach, but it is no longer wanted.

Any glory contains the blood and tears of the men of the Xiao family. Let them be lonely and widowed, how to enjoy it?

Xiao Qingyu's expression was moved, and Lin Ruoxue's eyes were red. Hold Xiao Qingyu's hand tightly. Lin Ruoxue looked at Xiao Qingyu, and the look in her eyes had already explained her thoughts.

Xiao Qingyu looked at the portal and took a deep breath.

Holding Lin Ruoxue's hand, he slowly walked to the door and stood still, stretched out his hand, the mottled wooden door was a little prickly, this dilapidated wooden door seemed to be extremely heavy to Xiao Qingyu, the wooden door made a piercing sound, and slowly opened a gap.

Xiao Jialan watched this scene. Suddenly covered his mouth and suppressed his crying.

For more than 20 years, when she was still a young woman, she silently carried everything, entered the Dragon Pavilion, and became one of the nine dragon masters. It's just to ensure that this guy has no one to bully.

For more than 20 years, she is looking forward to the Xiao family's widows and orphans, looking forward to the last blood of the Xiao family, which is still in the world. One day he will return to the Xiao family.

There is no need for that child to carry too much, just need to pass on the bloodline of the Xiao family.

I've seen too much life and death, if you can't even pass on the bloodline, this lonely widow and widow, even if you die, your soul is afraid that it will be uneasy!

The door was pushed open. An old woman in her last years sat on a chair, and more than thirty women, dressed in cloth and plain clothes, stood on the left and right.

The years have left too many marks on these faces, and every wrinkle seems to tell their sorrows and misfortunes.

Xiao Qingyu took Lin Ruoxue's hand and stood there, opening his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, at this moment, he found that he was running out of words, his mouth was astringent, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Is my great-grandson back?" the old woman looked at Xiao Qingyu and asked in a dry voice!

"Yes. Xiao Qingyu nodded lightly, walked a few steps, and walked to the old man in his last years, letting the old man caress his face, but his dry hands gave people an indescribable warmth.

stroked Xiao Qingyu's face. The old woman was in tears, "Just like my eldest grandson, it's the baby of the Xiao family, it's the baby of the Xiao family!" The old woman hugged Xiao Qingyu, and her eyes, which had been dry of tears, were moistened again. The next moment, he was crying.

The old man, who had never been knocked down when all men died, cried into tears at this moment.

Xiao Qingyu looked at the old man, his face was at a loss, and he couldn't help but look at Xiao Jialan for help.

Xiao Jialan looked at Xiao Qingyu but shook her head gently, the old man's thin shoulders were carrying too much, she had been waiting for more than twenty years, if she didn't cry, she would not be able to bear it.