Murong Ge looked at the man he was most familiar with and the strangest to him, and all the emotions in his heart surged up all of a sudden.

"Little pigeon, don't blame your father, I can marry him in my life, and I have no regrets about giving birth to you."

Song Yeqing took Murong Ge's little hand, her face was quiet and kind. But the disease had obscured her beautiful face, and her face was sallow and sallow without a trace of blood.

"He's the most attractive man in the world, and even if it's the way he is, I've never blamed him. Maybe others only see his cynicism, but who can see the pressure he has endured and the vicissitudes he has experienced. Who doesn't have his own ideals and ambitions, I can't accompany him in his dreams. ”

"People only saw my pain and thought I was an abandoned woman. Others only know how to laugh, but they don't know that laughing is the hardest place to laugh. So until now, they have never understood my happiness, and my happiness is very simple, that is, to be able to marry him and have a lovely child for him. It doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy, and now that I've done it, I'm still the happiest. ”

"Little pigeon, you remember, when you grow up and marry, you must marry a man like him. The so-called fireworks for a lifetime are brilliant, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque, which is indeed desirable. But how many people can see through the fireworks and are easy to get cold, and it is great happiness to be able to live this life with the obsession in their hearts. ”

Although Murong Ge on the side couldn't understand his mother's words, he knew the bitterness in her heart. buried his head in Song Yeqing's chest, silently shedding tears.

"The little pigeon is well-behaved and does not cry. It's not that he has abandoned us, it's just that the dream in his heart is not yet complete. Is there a father in the world who does not love his children? It took 500 times to look back in the past life to see it once in this life, and it can only be cultivated for thousands of years to sleep together. Our fate is not more than a thousand years, and it is a great virtue for me to marry him on the ancestral grave. ”

Song Yeqing gently stroked Murong Ge's hair, and just looked at her quietly, as if she couldn't get enough of it in her life.

"Mom, I don't blame him, it's not that I like him, it's that I don't want to see my mother sad."

Murong Ge raised his simple smiling face, his eyes flickered, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Song Yeqing looked at the immature and strong face, and she suddenly understood that there was a kind of strength that could make people feel so distressed. She smiled, but the tears could not be stopped.

"Ye Qing, the beast I raised is sorry for you. My old fellow knelt down for you for him. Murong Xingtian knelt in front of Song Yeqing's bed with a thud.

"Dad, I don't blame him, really. I can't stand your worship, how can I feel at ease under the Nine Springs like you. Song Yeqing wanted to get up and help Murong Xingtian up, but his body just got up and fell heavily on the wall.

The sensible Murong Ge hurried to help this grandfather who had taken good care of him since he was a child.

"Grandpa doesn't cry, the little pigeon will definitely honor you well in the future."

Murong Xingtian held Murong Ge in his arms, but he cried even more.

With tears of happiness hanging in the corners of Song Yeqing's eyes, she went to the world where she would not be abandoned, with brilliant fireworks and picturesque rivers.

At this time, Murong Tiankui, who was fighting in the army, failed to see her for the last time.

Murong Tiankui overcame many obstacles, and finally rushed back on the day of Song Yeqing's burial. I just saw such a bleak scene but lost the courage, and silently turned around and walked away.

Although he promised his mother that he would no longer hate him, how could the wounds of the young heart be healed at once.

Determined to be a soldier since childhood, he must surpass the man who abandoned his mother and himself. But the more the hatred and anger in my heart burned, the more I thought about that negative man, that Chen Shimei.

The hatred in his heart has been eliminated by the old monk, and the old nun of Jiming Temple has more or less understood part of the Zen poetry, and the rest has been thinking about it.

A rouge well, a chicken temple, how sad Nanjing City. There is affection to plant, and it is born from the fruit of the earth. Ruthless and seedless, surnameless and lifeless. The difficulty is difficult in a love word. This is true of love, and so is the relationship between father and daughter.

Before his death, Song Yeqing specially instructed Murong Ge not to bury her ashes in the soil, but to scatter her ashes in the Qinhuai River. Because then he might be able to see Murong Tiankui again.

The young Murong Ge didn't know exactly what the ashes were, but just did what his mother said. Holding his mother's ashes, he scattered them to the flowing Qinhuai River, hoping that his mother would see that person again.

The willow leaves by the river float on the river one by one, and the ashes float very lightly like a boat, but they must float far away.

"Mom, I hope you don't wander around your world again."

After scattering the ashes, he turned around and left, no longer nostalgic in the slightest, for fear of disturbing his mother's sweet dream.

"Grandpa, I'm going to be a soldier when I grow up."

"Why do you want to be a soldier, you have to know that being a soldier is very hard, and how can you bear it as a girl."

Murong Xingtian knew her thoughts somewhat, and besides, her grandfather, who had become a general, might have preferred her to go to the army as a soldier.

"The little pigeon is not afraid of hardship, and when I become a soldier, I can protect my grandfather and grandfather."

"The little pigeon is so sensible, when you grow up, grandpa will send you to your grandfather. The little pigeon in military uniform is definitely the most beautiful. ”

Murong Xingtian hugged Murong Ge, but his eyes were forgotten about the far west. When will that young rabbit who has left home come back to see me, an old man? I'm afraid that this old bone won't last for many years, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. Take good care of the little pigeon in the future, this is what you owe them to their mother, I want to pay it back for you, and I can't afford to pay it back.

Murong Ge, who was not yet an adult, entered the military academy early, and there was only one belief in his heart, that is, to surpass that man. So he has always been the hardest working and hardest working person in the class. Tired, ninja, bitter, suffering, falling, getting up. The hard work paid off, and he became the battalion commander at a young age, which was done without any special care.

is such a strong child, standing in front of his biological father but just staring stunned, without words or expression. It seems that it is someone else who is injured, and the old man is also someone else, and the man in front of him who is the number one on the god list is just a dream in the sandalwood cigarette. The years have gone by, and it has nothing to do with her.

Mom, is this what you call the best and most powerful man in the world? I really saw it, but is he as good as you say?

As you said, the fireworks are brilliant and the country is picturesque.

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