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After Zhuang's efforts to stay, Xiao Yan still stayed for lunch.

The banquet was naturally a happy scene, Wang Ranran only later learned that Xiao Yan became an orphan when he was a teenager, and was later taken in by Du Wusi, so he was raised by his side like an extra son and taught carefully, no wonder he would call Zhuang his master.

After sending Xiao Yan away, Wang Ranran decided to tell them his life experience first while his family was there.

"Dad, mother, it's the daughter who is selfish, and the daughter doesn't want to leave regrets, but it makes her father and mother sad." Wang Ran knelt in front of Du Wusi and his wife, and looked at Zhuang who was hiding his face and crying: "Mother, no matter what, you will always be your daughter's relatives, and your daughter will be filial to her father and mother in the future!" ”

Wang Ranran cried as she spoke, even if she was not the original owner, she always had to have feelings after getting along for so long, not to mention that the people of the Du family were so good to her.

"Alas~" Du Wusi sighed: "As early as when I took you back home, I thought of today, but I didn't expect that this day would really come." He helped Wang Ranran up and patted her shoulder to comfort: "After all, it's your biological father, if you want to recognize your relatives, we all support you, Yan'er, as long as you're happy." ”

"Daddy......" Wang Ranran didn't know what to say, if Zhan Yue didn't die, she would definitely bury this matter in her heart and take it to the grave.

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A month later, one day before the death of Emperor Qin Yue.

On this day, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, the sky was as clean as if it had been washed, and in a remote and dilapidated courtyard of the palace, Ink was lying on his back on a somewhat broken roof, and there were several empty wine jars scattered around him, looking at the night sky with a blurred gaze, obviously drunk.

With his skills, he would not have gotten drunk so easily, but a person who wants to get drunk always has a way to get himself drunk, as if you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

"Ah Yao, tomorrow is the day you leave me." He muttered to himself, "Why haven't you come to see me once after all these years?" ”

The ink poured another big sip of wine, and the overflowing wine flowed down the corners of his mouth into his neck, melted into his gray hair, and he lay there like a dead man.

At some point, another person came to the courtyard.

Xue Hong jumped onto the roof, looking at the lifeless ink and his eyes were full of anger.

And so it is again! Every time!

Every time his father died, he had to get himself drunk!

"Ink off!" Xue Hong stood beside him and blocked his sight with his body: "Even if you do this every year, my father won't be able to come back!" I can't come back, you know! ”

He pulled him up excitedly, grabbed him by the collar and shook him, so angry and heartbroken that even he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

Mo Lili looked at him stunned, and suddenly took him into his arms and kissed him on the lips, with a deep tenderness and a hint of caution.

This kiss was so sudden that he was caught off guard, Xue Hong's eyes widened, and he felt that his whole body was stiff.

After a while, Mo Licai reluctantly ended the kiss and hugged him tightly: "Ah Yao, have you finally come to see me?" ”

Xue Hong, who was held by the ink, trembled, and the tears accumulated in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he instantly lost his eyes, and he felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

He bit his shoulder hard, why? Why!

"Are you mad at me? I'm mad that I've kept you waiting too long. Mo Lili just raised his hand to caress his hair, and bit as he did: "I'm sorry, as long as I can relieve Ah Yao's anger, you can do anything, don't leave me again, don't leave me......"

Xue Hong didn't let go until he bit his mouth full of blood, his gentleness, his careful care, never belonged to him, never belonged!

"I'm not my father!" Xue Hong pushed him away fiercely, pushing him unsteadily and falling to the ground: "The ink is off, you can never see clearly!" ”

Xue Hong raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and wanted to turn around and leave like this, but he saw the ink lying there without moving, and finally couldn't bear to let him lie upright in this cold night.

He sighed, took off his big hat on him, and looked at him for a moment before leaving here sadly.

He didn't know that when he was far away, a wry smile appeared on Mo Li's face, and tears fell from the corners of his closed eyes.