Nanjing Palace.

"Lao Zhang ......" a rickety figure stood at the entrance of the door, holding a cane in his hand, shouting the housekeeper's name.

Hearing the shout, a gray-haired man in his fifties immediately rushed over, and when he saw the old man at the door, he immediately shouted anxiously: "Lord Wang...... How did you get out of bed? What can you do if it's so cold and freezing? ”

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The old man standing at the door coughed violently, he raised his head, and the dry skin became more and more conspicuous, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more and more prominent.

He had been sick for a long time, and at the age of fifty-five, the disease was getting worse every day. Li Xiaotian looked at Lao Zhang, the chief manager who came over, frowned, and said, "Did you send someone to find it?" Have you found it? He had to ask this every day, and the more sick he was, the more anxious his heart became.

Lao Zhang came over to help his master and persuaded: "Lao Zhang has followed the master for decades, why don't you believe Lao Zhang?" Lao Zhang is looking for it, and he has been looking for it all the time. ”

When Li Xiaotian heard him, he became even more angry, stomped on his crutches vigorously, and said angrily: "I said that I was looking for it, I have been looking for it for many years, why haven't I seen half a person's shadow?" ”

"Old slave, I tried my best, I really tried my best!"

Hearing his words, the old man's expression suddenly became depressed, his eyebrows became more and more gloomy, and when he turned around, his empty clothes swayed, and he looked more and more thin and thin.

When Lao Zhang helped Thundering Sky into the house, he heard him muttering: "I said, I said everything, why do you want to see Yu'er before you die, it's me who is sorry for his mother, I am sorry for his mother!" ”

Lao Zhang sighed: "Master, you don't say a few words, see if you cough badly." How many years have you been saying this, shall you rest? ”

"I regret it, I regret it......" entered the house, and still heard the old man's chattering and chattering outside the house, and gradually, the voice stopped, and it seemed that the old man had gone to bed and rested.

At this moment, a person came out of a cluster of bamboo bushes in the corner of the yard.

That person, dressed in white and snowy, looked handsome, standing there like a jade tree.

His black eyebrows furrowed slightly, his star-like eyes were deep and bottomless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, the old man in the room came out, and when he turned his head, it seemed like a white shadow flashed, and he rubbed his eyes, was he wrong? He's old, too, so he's probably a white bird or something, right?

He closed the door and said to himself: "Alas, I have been looking for so many years, maybe it will be gone a long time ago, how can a little child live by himself for so many years." The old lady of Xie Mansion had passed away a few years ago, this ...... Where else can I find this? ”

He sighed and walked away.

Seeing that there was no one around, the white shadow reappeared at the door of the room.

The door was kept blank to prevent the old man from calling for service.

"Squeak-" The door opened, and the man in white looked outside, dodged into the room.

When he entered the room, a feeling of déjà vu came to him, and he looked up and down, left and right, and the layout of the room was exactly the same as when he was in Jiangnan, just like what he remembered when he was a child.

Xie Qingyu walked to a table of eight immortals and touched it with his hand, this paint, this color...... Exactly like at the time, he was stunned when he saw a cut on the table.

It was indeed a carving, which some naughty child had carved on it with a knife, for the color had become a deep black as time had passed.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it, it was engraved with the word "Yu", he remembered that when his father taught him to read and write, it was his name that was taught at the beginning - Liqing Yu.

At the beginning, the scene of his father holding him in his arms to write and play suddenly appeared in front of him, he thought he would forget, but when he remembered it at this time, the picture was so clear.

It's no wonder that the furnishings in this house look so familiar, probably moved from Jiangnan to Kyoto.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The person on the bed let out a violent cough, coughed for a while, and he shouted, "Water...... Ahem...... Water ......"

Xie Qingyu turned around and wanted to leave, but when he arrived at the door, his body froze again. An invisible force made it impossible for him to just get out like that.

Turning, he poured a glass of water and handed it to the old man.

"Is it Lao Zhang?" The old man groped his way up, and reached for the cup.

"Ahh The old man screamed, and with a "bang" the cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The old man was annoyed: "Lao Zhang! You know I can't see it, why don't you hand it to me? This cup was bought by Liniang at the beginning, and it was broken, where can I find it? ”

Xie Qingyu stood in front of him, his heart seemed to be twisted by something, he trembled and stretched out his hand, shaking it in front of the old man's eyes, however, the old man did not react.

He put down his hand in despair, raised his head, tears filled his eyes, and slowly fell from the corners of his eyes. In his memory, his father was always so majestic, when did he become such an old man who couldn't even see with his eyes?

"Are you ......" Li Xiaotian moved his ears in confusion and shrugged his nose, the person in front of him smelled wrong, not Lao Zhang.

"Who are you?" He asked warily.

"So do you remember Liniang?" Xie Qingyu asked in a choked voice. Liniang, how long has it been since you heard this name? It's just that when he was young, he seemed to have heard his father call his mother's name.

"Do you recognize Li Niang?" Thunderbolt was puzzled, "How did you recognize her?" It's been ten years, how do you know the people and things of ten years ago? It's so weird. Tell me, who the hell are you? ”

His eyes can't see, but that doesn't mean his heart is blind. The person standing in front of him at this moment gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Who is he? Why?

"Listen to the voice, you are a young man, ten years ago, you should have been a child, how could you be ......" Thunder Xiaotian suddenly remembered something, but shook his head again, "Impossible, you can't be him...... If it were him, I am afraid that he would not forgive me for the rest of his life, how could he come in person? Are you the child of a subordinate? Is it Lao Zhang's nephew? ”

"Yes." Xie Qingyu replied and smiled bitterly. Father and son see each other, but they don't know each other, is there anything more sad and ridiculous in the world?

He turned around and was about to leave, but he heard the old man shout, "Are you leaving?" Don't go! ”

Xie Qingyu stopped and asked, "Do you have something?" ”

"Ahem...... the old man coughed again, "Can you help me find someone?" You are a young man with good legs and feet, but I am old and I can't walk anymore, and I can't see with my eyes. Help me find this child, after all these years, I don't know where he came from, is it good to eat? Did you sleep well? Maybe he is no longer in the world, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I must not give up. ”

Xie Qingyu turned his head and saw the old man holding a portrait in his hand.

He reached out and took it, and looked down, but it was a portrait of a ten-year-old child, innocent, lovely, and very beautiful, just like he was when he was a child.

"You're looking for him? Ten years later, he is no longer what he looks like. ”

The old man sighed and said, "Alas! I also know, for many years, every time I dream back at midnight, I seem to be able to hear his laughter, and I seem to hear his crying, I shouted in my heart, Yu'er, my Yu'er, you come back, as long as you come back, Dad doesn't ask for anything, don't want anything. I'm sorry Liniang, I'm sorry Yu'er, damn it, it's me, it's not them, it's me! ”

With that, the old man's tears rained down and soaked his clothes.

Xie Qingyu stood there, knelt down slowly, and half-knelt in front of the old man's bed.

"What if he returns?" He asked softly.

"Come back?" The old man raised his head and looked at him with empty eyes, "You said he came back?" Is it possible? Probably I was dreaming! So many years, so many years! I don't dare to hope, I have done too many things wrong, I just want him to be in the world, I am satisfied that I am dead at this moment. ”

Xie Qingyu slowly stretched out his hand, gently pressed it on his withered wrist, and choked up: "We are a family after all, although I hate you, but you are my father after all." ”

"What did you say?" The old man raised his head sharply, his eyes widened in vain, he really wanted to see what the person in front of him looked like.

"Say it again!" He said immediately.

"Bang dang!" At the door, Lao Zhang, who was holding the medicine bowl, was stunned, the medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and the brown medicine juice was scattered on the ground.

"Young Master!" He looked at the young man in white in shock, "You are the young master!" ”

Thunderbolt was stunned, staring in disbelief, is it possible? Is he dreaming?

Lao Zhang walked over quickly, looking at Xie Qingyu carefully: "That's right, you are the young master!" I recognize it, I just said, if I see the young master, I must recognize it at a glance, it looks too much like the prince when he was young! ”

"Really? Really? Thunderbolt's hands danced excitedly, and even his voice was out of tune.

"Yu'er...... It's Yu'er......" He wanted to stand up, but he didn't stand up several times, his lips trembled, and even his hands trembled.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" He coughed violently because he was so excited.

"I'm Yu'er, I'm back." Xie Qingyu finally said this. The so-called ten-year grudge, how deep the love is, how deep the hatred is, however, seeing his father, who is old and sick, deaf and blind, Rao is ruthless and cold-blooded, he can't be ruthless. Father and son are connected, and ten years of grievances are immediately melted away by regret and longing at the moment of meeting.

"You...... Sure enough, he was as stubborn as I was when I was young, and after ten years, I refused to recognize your father. Thunderbolt held his son's hand firmly, for fear that he would leave again, "But...... Dad doesn't blame you, Dad only blames himself, Dad has done too many wrong things, and now he can see his son when he is dying, God favors me, God favors me! ”

Tears slipped from the eyes of father and son, and they quietly faced each other. At this moment, hands clasped together, although there are no words, they are worth a thousand words.