Be quiet!

The atmosphere was outrageously quiet!

As if no one wanted to disturb this moment, the man, the arrogant man, like the god of war, stood quietly between heaven and earth, with nothing to stop him, nothing to hold him back.

Ye Qingling, standing proudly!

At this moment, Beitang Aoki looked at Ye Qingling in a daze, as if he wanted to see through this Ye family, but this old man who had lived for most of his life and had outrageous experience couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation in the eyes of the young man in front of him.

Beitang Aoki guessed the ending, but without guessing the process, he categorically would not have thought that it was the man in front of him who would knock him back three steps.

Back then, he exchanged swords with the Demon Sword in the Nine Dao Heavens, what a hero? How heroic? But as a disciple of Murong Qianyuan, the god of the sword, he still didn't let him take three steps back.

Time seems to be frozen in this second, and everything seems to be frozen in this moment as an eternal picture.

Finally, the old man sighed deeply, a little unknown loneliness, and said softly: "That's it, that's it, you can knock me back three steps, you have already entered the top ten ranks of the dragon list, our rivers and lakes are already old!"

When the young rivers and lakes have not yet taken shape, and the older generation of rivers and lakes have already grown old, what kind of helpless sorrow is this? What kind of helpless heroic twilight is this?

What kind of desolation does Beitang Aoki's faint words contain?

This old man, the old man who once made the foolish young man of the Ye family who had been self-defiled and clumsy in Xishu kill in a thought, the spine that had always been straight suddenly seemed a little stiff at this moment, and the face that had experienced the vicissitudes of life had a more indifference of birth.

Turning around slowly, Beitang Aoki dragged the broken slippers, scratched the white vest, put his ruffian hands in his pockets, and walked towards the outside of the gate

"If the heart is not right, the sword is evil, I should go, young man, I hope you will do it!"

Beitang Aoki's faint voice came, the person had already walked out of the door, no one was in the way, and they all watched the old man go away, the voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come from outside the clouds, and the figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight

In this river and lake, I'm afraid I will never see this old man again!

How many old people will emerge in this river and lake?

No answers!

This in itself is an unsolvable problem!

Ye Qingling kept watching the old man go away, and then turned around slightly, facing those members of the dynasty, and spoke softly, but there was a kind of arrogance from the heart, not angry and arrogant: "Yunruo, Xiaode, Nalan Xuanming, Shangguan Wan'er come in with me, and the others are guarding outside!"

After speaking, Ye Qingling turned around again and walked towards the second floor.

The thoughtful Xia Qing walked ahead to lead the way, Ye Hexuan sighed, with some unknown helplessness, and slowly followed behind Ye Qingling.

There was a little more chill in the sky, the north wind was howling, beating on the windows of the hospital, this ghost weather, I'm afraid it will snow!

Slowly walking to Xie Lan's hospital bed, Ye Qingling suddenly stopped, it seemed that he was afraid of something, he didn't dare to step forward, but stood in front of the door in a daze, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the door of the ward

The next moment, where I came into view, the woman was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her face was haggard, distressing, and the face that had always had a smile that had not changed for a thousand years was covered with something called the mark of time at this moment?

Ye Qingling, she didn't move, the whole person just stood there like that!

It was as if he belonged there, as if he should have been by this old man's side all the time, staring at her quietly!

At this glance, how many years of vicissitudes have passed?

At this glance, how many bitter thoughts have been exhausted?

You have stood behind me with hard work, you have worked tirelessly to hold up this piece of heaven for me, but the silent years have peeled off the celadon on the wall, and the years have ruthlessly carved traces on your face.

How many sleepless days and nights, you waited by my crying bedside, with your unadorable hand, caressing my green smiling face!

And I have never said a word of thanks to you!

Mother, do you know that I have secretly hidden a letter in my heart to write your most sincere thoughts!

Duckweed has no roots, will it remember its promise after wandering?

Who told me not to give up when I fell?

Who started to break my heart when I started to learn the language?

At this moment, Ye Qingling stared at the face that was close at hand, an emotion called guilt permeated his heart, and an irresistible guilt filled the depths of his soul.

He, slowly, slowly, walked towards the old man, but inadvertently, was the wind careless, or did the sand get into his eyes?

This man, a man who did not shed tears in any kind of desperate situation, suddenly trembled in his heart at this moment, what kind of vicissitudes were hung on that well-defined face?

One-step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

As if he had exhausted all his strength, this arrogant man, with red eyes, stood beside the old man, looked at her serene face, and gently held her rough hands that had been baptized by many wind and frost, as if holding the most precious thing in the world!

It is the cry after being silent for thousands of years, and it is the heart of a child who has been sleeping for a long time!

Bang!

The man suddenly knelt in front of the hospital bed, bursting into tears.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" the three simple words came out of the man's mouth accompanied by crying, what a beautiful fairy tale of childhood!

He choked up, but couldn't say a word anymore, as if he had been wronged as a child, gently holding her hands and gently caressing his face.

The snow-white green silk on the temples has been the vicissitudes of many years, this is a reunion in a fairy tale?

For a long, long time

Seeing this scene, Hu Yunruo's heart trembled violently!

Seeing this scene, Xia Qing didn't look over, and let the wind blow into her eyes fiercely!

"Kid, come back!" Ye Hexuan suddenly spoke!

This is a father's tolerance for his son, Ye Qingling was stunned, and then stood up, the tears that hung on his face were quietly wiped away, and in their place, there was a chilling anger, those eyes, as if they were about to devour everything in this world.

So decisive!

"I'm going to take my mother away, no one can stop me, you can't, Ye Heming can't, even Ye Weiguo, even worse!" Ye Qingling concealed the sadness in her heart, and opened her mouth to cut through the ice and snow, and her tone was unquestionable.

Then he looked deeply at the woman on the hospital bed, his eyes suddenly became extremely gentle, he stroked the weather-beaten face, and said undoubtedly: "Mom, don't worry, I will let the person who injured you pay the price he should pay!"

What kind of resoluteness is this?

After speaking, the man did not leave a trace of remembrance, but resolutely turned around and walked out of the ward door.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Hexuan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly grabbed Ye Qingling.

Ye Qingling gently shook off Ye Hexuan, the crowd got out of the way, and the man walked out

At the entrance of the hospital, the sky was gloomy and there was not a trace of clouds in sight, and in the cold wind, the arrogant man looked up at the sky, his eyes flashing with monstrous killing intent!

Ling Hu Yunruo stood lightly behind him, for a long time, for a long time

"Bai Zhanyu is at the Yanjing Hotel!" Ling Hu Yunruo said softly.

Ye Qingling nodded!

Looking up at the sky again, suddenly, a hint of coolness flashed in the cold wind!

It's raining in the capital!

The raindrops fell on Ye Qingling's face, with an unknown sadness.

This man, this time, did not drive, but slowly stepped into the rain

Behind him, a group of members of the dynasty followed him!

That figure looks a little lonely and desolate!

On this day, a sudden rain in the capital hit this Gyeonggi heavy place by surprise, and on this day, Ye Qingling was angry at the crown for his parents, and the capital will tremble!