"This is Ling'er, so beautiful, with the style of your mother and me." Looking at He Chen's hanging painting, Tang Yueru couldn't help but be stunned, the woman in the painting was too beautiful and elegant, with a long sword on her back, holding an emerald green jade flute in her hand, a long white dress, and a faint smile, giving people a quiet and ethereal feeling, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"Alas!" The mother and son stared at the second painting hung by He Chen together, and did not move for a long time, Tang Yueru sighed, in the last painting, she could dilute her son's sad breath with a relaxed tone, but this one, she couldn't laugh, in the painting was a little girl in a pink dress, who looked almost six or seven years old, her smart eyes were a little erratic, the corners of her mouth seemed to be thinking about something bad, and her delicate face was like a naughty elf, and there would be no moment of tranquility.

The next painting, the impact on Tang Yueru is far less than the first two, looking at the signature on the painting, she has not forgotten, she saw it on the tombstone a few days ago, and her son also told them each of their preferences, at this time looking at the faces, she has an indescribable sadness, and she also has an inexplicable sense of intimacy with a few half-human and half-beast.

He Minghao came back at night, stared at each painting one by one, stood for a long time in front of the paintings of his granddaughter He Jia and his daughter-in-law Lan Ling'er, who had never met, and heard the footsteps behind him, knowing that it was his son who was coming, and asked softly: "How old is Jiajia?" ”

"Seven years old." He Chen replied softly, and his tone was not at all strange.

"Let's go, Dad will have a drink with you today." He Minghao turned his head, smiled and patted the shoulder of his son, who was not lower than him and had grown up Chengren.

"Good!" He Chen smiled and nodded, looking at his father with a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen, before your master went to the immortal, he told us that you have a catastrophe this year, although there are twists and turns, but it will turn the corner into safety, and you will be blessed by misfortune, this is also after you fell into a coma, why didn't I send you to a better hospital for treatment, your master also said that this catastrophe, at least seven days, and more than a month will be spent naturally, we believe that he is an old man, and has been waiting." The father and son drank slowly, He Minghao broke the silence, He Chen didn't speak, he was listening quietly, he knew that his father's words were not finished.

"Your master also asked me to tell you, 'The mirror is not empty, the end of the love is not a wound, there is no so-called fate, fate is your hands, how big a stone can be lifted, how big the sky can be seen, life is only a hundred years in the world, who can do no regrets, what is wrong, what is right, as long as you have a clear conscience, go with the flow, take the surname, only happiness is the most important, the most precious, your happiness is everyone's happiness, he will share your happiness in another world, continue to travel the world." The words that were pressed in his heart were finally spoken, and He Minghao felt light in his body and mind, and took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Three years ago, the nameless Taoist said to He Minghao that one day, when He Chen encountered a certain hurdle in the past, he said these words to him, maybe it would help him, He Chen could not listen to anyone's persuasion, but for the words of the master who had gone to the immortal and let him belove, it was absolutely necessary to listen, He Minghao at the moment when the nameless Taoist went to the immortal, he thought that the nameless Taoist was afraid that He Chen would not be able to go to this hurdle of his immortal, but later found that He Chen was strong and only cried once, and slowly accepted this fact, With his understanding and belief in the nameless Taoist, he knew that he must have a deep meaning in such an explanation, and he never said these words to his son, and now, he knows what the nameless Taoist is referring to, don't look at his son's calm face these days, but the more this is the more abnormal, he is waiting for his son to cross this hurdle himself, because the nameless Taoist chief did not say which hurdle to tell He Chen, if it is not this time, it will be troublesome if there is another time in the future, but now it seems that it should be time, The grief in his son's heart is accumulating day by day, and if it reaches a certain tipping point, he can't imagine what the consequences will be.

He Minghao also thought about it carefully, in the human world, there is nothing more cruel than the ordeal He Chen experienced, his wife, daughter, and a large number of brothers and friends who shared life and death died at the same time, and on him, it is estimated that he would have collapsed and gone crazy.

He Chen pondered, pouring the wine into his stomach one after another, Tang Yueru wanted to stop it, but He Minghao stopped him, he knew that now he had to give his son an outlet to let him release the sadness in his heart, otherwise no matter how strong a person is, he will be crushed.

In He Chen's mind, many pictures suddenly appeared, including a master, a wife, a daughter, a brother, and many passionate subordinates, the picture turned quickly, remembering the beautiful figure, those strong warriors, and finally said to him: "Live well, be happy and happy together for us!" ”

"Alive! Happiness! Happy! He Chen muttered to himself, tears had already flowed unconsciously, and suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly, Tang Yueru patted He Chen's shoulder distressedly, I don't remember how many years, I haven't seen my son shed tears, but during this time, I often see a pair of crying red eyes.

Like a child, He Chen cried and cried, and fell asleep in Tang Yueru's arms, Tang Yueru and He Minghao looked at each other, and they were both relieved, He Minghao carried the sleeping He Chen back to the room, gently closed the door and said with a smile: "This kid is really heavy, if it's not for his son, I can't hold it if I have good physical fitness." ”

"You're still in the mood to laugh, what should you do?" Tang Yueru glared at He Minghao angrily, and He Chen's state made her very worried.

"I can't help it, I'll have to rely on him, but I'm sure my son will get better soon." He Minghao smiled bitterly and shook his head, they really can't help with this kind of thing, and they don't even know how to persuade them.

"Alas! You say this kind of thing, why did it come to him? Sitting on the sofa, Tang Yueru asked worriedly.

"Fate!" Such a strange thing, He Minghao can only be attributed to fate.

"The world is really wonderful, my granddaughter is seven years old, I haven't seen it as a grandmother, wash and sleep." Tang Yueru shook her head helplessly, believing that what He Chen said was one thing, but the fact that she could accept it was another, these days, they were also physically and mentally exhausted.

"Alas!" He Minghao sighed, these days, the family of three is pretending, the son is pretending to be calm as usual, and the wife is relaxed and happy, but secretly observing his son's situation at any time to report to him, he is also pretending to laugh, not wanting to cause his son's sadness, after all, these things may be just a story for them, and for his son, even if it is a dream, he has experienced it personally, and now it seems that this is not a dream.

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