Mo Wuyan was almost knocked down by the sudden bad news, his ears were buzzing, his mind was blank, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, he was in a daze, and he only felt that Chen Wei in front of him seemed to be saying something loudly, but he couldn't hear a word. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long time, he came to his senses, grabbed Chen Wei's shoulder, his face was pale, his eyes looked like bloodshot, he looked very hideous, and said in a trembling voice: "Weizi, what's going on?" ”

Chen Wei was so frightened by Mo Wuyan's appearance that his legs became weak, he and Mo Wuyan grew up together, and he had never seen Mo Wuyan lose his temper so much, so he hurriedly told what happened as quickly as possible, from beginning to end.

It turned out that before Mo Wuyan set off, he had entrusted his seriously ill father to Chen Wei's parents to take care of him, but yesterday afternoon, Chen Wei's mother suddenly found that Mo Wuyan's father's condition had deteriorated and he was about to die, so she asked Chen Wei to guard the way down the mountain, hoping to inform Mo Wuyan as soon as possible and let him rush back as soon as possible.

"Yesterday afternoon? Hopefully, it's still too late! Mo Wuyan's expression was cloudy, although he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was still hanging, and he didn't have time to say anything to Chen Weiduo, so he ran towards Nanwuzhen.

"Yezi, slow down, wait for me!" Chen Wei shouted in the back.

Mo Wuyan neither agreed, nor looked back, ran hard, suddenly stumbled and fell, then jumped up, rushed into the vast night in a moment, and disappeared.

The originally starry sky was covered with dark clouds at some point, and the slightest drizzle fell silently, sprinkled among the grass and trees of heaven and earth, looking bleak and sad.

The mountain road of more than ten miles seemed to be extraordinarily long at the dawn before dawn, as if thousands of years had passed, and the anxious Mo Wuyan finally saw the low courtyard.

Mo Wuyan almost slammed the door and stumbled into the house.

"Xiao Mo, you're back, go see your father." Chen Wei's mother pounced, her eyes red and her voice choked.

Mo Wuyan didn't have a trace of expression on his handsome face, but nodded slightly to the aunt in front of him.

At this time, the room was crowded with familiar faces, all of them were neighbors around, many people's eyes were red, and everyone's eyes were full of worry and sympathy when they looked at Mo Wuyan.

Mo Wuyan didn't seem to see the people around him at all, and walked straight to his father's sickbed.

But these simple people didn't say anything, just silently made way for Mo Wuyan, glanced at each other, silently stepped back, and slowly closed the wooden door, leaving some space for the father and son to be alone, because they both knew that this might be the last time for the two of them.

Mo Wuyan silently walked to his father's bed, looking at the old and thin old man lying on the bed, his heart was like a big pebble, extremely heavy.

He knelt down gently in front of the sickbed, wiped the water stains on his face with the sleeves of his coat that had been soaked in the rain, and then called softly: "Father." ”

It seemed that the old man, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly struggled to open his eyes, and his cloudy old eyes revealed a trace of panic, as if trying to find the source of the sound.

Mo Wuyan's heart was sour, and he hurriedly approached the old man, with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Father, I'm back." ”

The old man's sloppy eyes finally found focus, looking at his son's face, a stiff smile crawled on his thin face, and all that remained in his cloudy eyes was endless pity and love.

The old man's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Mo Wuyan held back his tears and poured the ambergris he had gotten into the old man's mouth. Although ambergris is an elixir, it has no function of resurrecting the dead.

"After I die, I'll go to Fang Chicheng to find your aunt!" After eating ambergris, the old man seemed to be in much better spirits, stretched out a hand to caress Mo Wuyan's head, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, I made a note of it!" Mo Wuyan's heart was like a knife, as if someone had choked his throat, and he tried his best to squeeze out a trace of sound. Because the old man at this moment is obviously looking back to the light, and at the same time his heart is shocked.

Fang Chicheng? The Liu family?

He remembered that there were many records about Fang Chicheng in the book, it was a famous city that belonged to cultivators, standing for thousands of years, and the Liu family was also recorded in the history books, it was a great family that had been inherited for thousands of years, ruling one side, and he had inferred that the Liu family was a family of monks who had been passed down from the legendary immortals, because in this continent where the strong were respected, it was impossible for ordinary families to be immortal for thousands of years.

It is no secret that Mo Wuyan's father is not a native of Zisong Town, although he has always known that his father is not simple, but he never thought that he would have something to do with the behemoth of the Liu family.

With a sigh in his heart, Mo Wuyan guessed that the reason why his father was here might not be related to his mother.

Thinking of his mother's body, he couldn't help but tremble, and muttered this somewhat unfamiliar but slightly trembling word in his heart, he seemed to have never seen his mother, but faintly, there was a vague but extremely profound gentle shadow in the depths of his heart.

Mo Wuyan felt that the old man's arm seemed to be shaking, and he hurriedly held the old man's thin old hand, only to find that the old man was trembling and holding a black token in his hand, which could have a blue-green willow leaf mark on it, he knew that this might be a kind of identification.

Comprehending the meaning of the old man, Mo Wuyan took the black token, and then held the old man's hand tightly, the corners of the old man's mouth moved, but he did not make a sound, and his cloudy old eyes showed an apologetic look.

"Father, you don't have to feel guilty about me, because I'm your son!" Mo Wuyan knew what his father wanted to say, and held the old man's hand tightly, with a gentle smile.

The old man's eyes finally showed a reassuring smile, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand that he shook with Mo Wuyan fell weakly.

When the first rays of sunlight after the rain spilled into the house through the cracks in the wooden door, the tears in the corners of Mo Wuyan's eyes were silently sliding, like a flood bursting the embankment, pouring out his silent attachment to this old man.

Mo raised his head silently, letting his tears wet his clothes that had not yet dried again, feeling that his heart was about to break, and his intestines were twisted and entangled, this pain was unbearable for him, and the heart-wrenching grief erupted like a volcano.

A loud cry suddenly erupted in the silent courtyard, crying liver and intestines, and endless sorrow was vented with the rolling tears.

Although the sky was clear, it rained in Mo Wuyan's heart.