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Wu Rong gave birth to a pair of beautiful children, the elder brother is called Nian Feng, and the younger sister is called Si Tian, although the dynasty has been subverted unconsciously, "Wanyan" is the surname of the emperor of the previous dynasty, in order to hide people's eyes, they are surnamed Mu with Mu Lan. Wu Rong loves them very much, and they are also very well-behaved and sensible.

Mu Sitian sat next to Wu Rong, watched his mother sew clothes for his brother, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Mother, everyone else has a father, why don't my brother and I have a father?" ”

Wu Rong paused suddenly, and smiled faintly: "Who said that, you have a father." ”

"What's his name?"

Wu Rong lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a faint sentimentality at the bottom of his eyes: "His name is Mu Cangqiong." ”

"Why have I never met him? Where did Daddy go? ”

Wu Rong sighed shallowly, looked at the sunlight shining in by the door, and said, "Your father, you went far, far away......

Mu Sitian frowned worriedly: "Does he not want us anymore?" ”

"How so?" Wu Rong smiled softly, "He must be busy now, but he won't forget about us, and one day, he will come back, come back to see us, and be with us." ”

Hearing this, Mu Sitian's eyes suddenly became a little expectant, smiled sweetly, and said, "Then we will be very happy together!" Mother, when will Daddy come back? ”

Wu Rong was dumbfounded, sighed slightly, and said, "He may be lost, he won't find us so soon......"

"Hmm......" Mu Sitian thought for a moment and said, "Then how about we go to him?" ”

"Okay." Wu Rong bent his eyebrows and raised his hand to rub her hair.

But...... The world is big, where am I going to find you?

"Miss, the little master fell again." The maid who had followed her in the past, Xiang Jiu, came running in from outside the door.

"Fell again? Did it hurt anywhere? ”

Xiang Jiu shook his head: "There are no injuries on my body, but my clothes are dirty." ”

Hearing this, Wu Rong suddenly had a headache, the boy was naughty, and he didn't know if he inherited his father.

I don't know...... When I was a child, what was the sky like?

Soon, the little boy Mu Nianfeng ran in from outside the door, grabbing a little hare with an injured leg with both hands.

Wu Rong frowned slightly, not knowing what he was doing.

"Mother, this little rabbit's leg is injured, I see that it is pitiful, so I brought it back, and I ran so fast when I was injured, I fell several times!" Mu Nianfeng smiled innocently and raised his hand to wipe his nose.

Wu Rong looked at the kind child, and just then misunderstood that he was playful, so he got up and helped take care of the injured rabbit.

Mu Nianfeng frowned slightly with sympathy: "Mother, did you say that its father and mother have been looking for it?" ”

"Perhaps." Wu Rong smiled lightly and gently comforted the little rabbit.

"Mother, will Daddy look for us?" Mu Sitian held her cheeks, her hope seemed a little slim, she had never seen her father, and she didn't know what he looked like.

"Yes, definitely."

Half a month later, at the market, Wu Rong and Xiang Jiu were strolling around with their two children, and the two children were naturally happy when they came to such a lively place for the first time.

Suddenly, a figure flickered in front of him, Wu Rong paused, the familiar back, tall and long, exactly the same as him, could it be ......

"Firmament!" Wu Rong frowned and ran over nervously, only to see him turn around, it was an unfamiliar face.

"I'm sorry." Wu Rong said with some apologies.

Bowing her head slightly, she stopped in place, letting the bustling crowd shuttle in front of her, her heart suddenly empty, her throat choked, and tears filled her eyes.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Mu Nianfeng, who was beside her, gently pulled the hem of her skirt.

Wu Rong raised his eyes slightly, held back his tears, took two breaths gently, took his little hand, laughed, and shook his head: "It's okay." ”

I will find you, no matter the ends of the world, the sky, I Wu Rong will follow you in this life, never give up, no matter what happens in the future, no matter what you become, my Wu Rong is your person, death is your ghost, I must find you, always be with you!