Ram Chen walked out of the hall with a bamboo cane, he stepped out of the door with his front foot, and Sun Yaoshi opened his eyes on his back foot, and the medicine master lay flat reflexively, not planning to get up: "I'm going to die, what's the matter!"

Tuk!

With the bamboo cane in front, Ram Chen walked step by step towards the gate, and he recited a few newly learned words in his mouth: big, small, more, less, person, mouth, hand. While recalling the scene when he was a child, his father taught him to write by hand, and one of the few good memories flooded his heart.

Ram Hui sat at a tea table outside the gate with a calm face, there were three plates of small snacks on the tea table, a pot of tea was stuffy in the pot, two tea bowls were divided into about one, and the fat girl Qiu Ju stood aside stiffly, and her nervous hands didn't know where to put them.

Hearing the sound of a bamboo cane knocking on the ground, the three of them looked over in unison, their bodies were thin, their steps were staggering, their dark blue brocade robes were slightly wide, their long hair was in the wind, they were messy but not messy, their faces were bloodless, they were smiling, they were peaceful from head to toe, there was no resentment, no anger, only peace.

Such a young man, such a gentle temperament, made the three of them feel more or less pity in their hearts, pity him for his youth, but not good at his deeds, pity him for his noble background, but sick and sick......

The young man walked in front of the purple-robed and haired man, handed over the cane to Qiu Ju, and bowed respectfully, "Father, my son has a leg disease, and he is unable to move, his mother dreamed last night, which made him sad, and today I specially invite my father to come over and get together with my son, and my father forgive me for my rudeness." ”

Ram Hui looked at Ram Chen's eyes were red and swollen, and knew that his words were true, he must be overly sad, and seeing that his actions were so difficult, the displeasure of being invited here to blow a cool breeze in the morning also dissipated a little.

"That's it, you and I, father and son, don't have to see outside, sit down!"

Ram Chen slowly moved to the side, did not sit down, he opened the teacup, personally poured a cup of tea for Ram Hui, and handed it over with both hands, "Father, please use tea!"

Ram Hui's heart trembled, there was a moment of emotion, and there was a kind of happiness that he couldn't distinguish, I don't know if it was his son who respected him and made him happy, or whether his son who had always been invincible bowed to him, so that he had the joy of finally turning over, no matter what it was, in short, he was in a good mood at this time.

Ram Hui took the teacup, brought it to his mouth, took a sip, nodded slightly, and praised, "The tea is good!"

Ram Chen sat down slowly, waved his hand to Qiu Ju, and asked her to get busy, Qiu Ju retreated, the father and son on both sides of the tea table, drank tea without a sip, no one touched the snacks on the table, no one spoke, they all enjoyed the rare harmony and peace at this moment.

Ram Chang Geng stood behind Ram Hui, looking at his nose and nose, looking at his heart, as if he did not exist.

"Father, has my mother dreamed all these years?"

Ram Hui's face was unnatural for a while, and he said vaguely: "I don't remember much for my father, I should have it!"

Ram Chen smiled and recalled: "I remember that before my mother died, our family of three was happy, my father taught me to read and write, taught me to practice swords, and my mother made tea and spoons.

Ram Hui lost his mind for a while, and the scene that had been blurred in the depths of his memory slowly became clear, and there was a trace of tenderness on his face, "Remember, how can you forget that the tea made by your mother can still be remembered now." ”

"Father, do you know what dream my mother had for her son last night?"

"What is the dream? Tell it to your father. ”

"Well, the mother let the son live well, no matter what, to live well, the son also agreed, and it is not the first time to agree, before the mother died, the son has already promised once, do you say that the son can still live well?"

Ram Hui chuckled in his heart, his face changed slightly, and his eyes closed slightly, hiding the guilt and uneasiness that he would not admit himself.

"Father, why don't you speak?"

Ram Hui's mouth opened, but he still didn't make a sound.

"Oh, my father probably already knows that his son will die soon, but he doesn't want to lie to him, does he?"

A 'yes' word stuck in Ram Hui's throat just couldn't come out, and he didn't want to say such a thing against his will.

"What's the matter with you coming to your father early in the morning? If it's okay, there are still a lot of urgent things waiting to be dealt with by your father. Ram Hui said a little impatiently.

Ram Chen smiled and said, "I want to ask my father for something?"

Ram Hui raised his eyebrows, doubting in his heart, invited him to drink tea early in the morning, not only was he very respectful to him, but also poured tea himself, and told the old feelings, could it be that he lowered his body like this, just for a thing, a little inexplicable, but he didn't dare to relax in his heart, "I don't know what my son wants?"

Ram Chen, looking at the clear autumn sky in the distance, said lightly: "Back to the light." ”

"What?" After a sudden, Ram Hui stood up and asked in disbelief, "Do you want to return to the light talisman?"

"Exactly!"

"You...... You...... You wicked, you told someone to set the fire?"

Ram Hui looked at the breezy young man opposite with fire-breathing eyes, and he longed to slash him with a sword. This evil obstacle, a fire, put him on the fire, and now he not only lost his prestige in the clan, but also caused the dissatisfaction of many clan elders, and even the ancestor of the temple also came to reprimand, which can be described as anxious.

Ram Changgeng saw the killing intent in the patriarch's eyes, his eyes narrowed, staring at the back of the ram Hui like a poisonous snake, his right hand pressed on the white steel sword on his waist, if the patriarch dared to be unfavorable to the young master, his sword would definitely pierce his heart at the first time, such a close distance, defenseless, even if the patriarch was one level higher than him, it would be difficult to escape death.

Ram Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said indifferently: "Why did my father say this, my son just wanted to return to the light, and my father thought too much." ”

"You...... You...... At this point, you're still stubborn, if you didn't do it, why would you ask for it at this time?"

"As long as the son returns to the light, please fulfill the father. ”

"What if I say 'no'?"

Ram Chen smiled, but the smile did not come into his eyes, "Father, I don't want to say or do many things, I still hope that my father will think twice?"

Ram Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart tightened, and that unprovoked sense of fear hit his heart again, this feeling of shame made him blush, and he roared angrily: "Ram Chen! What are you going to do? You have done such an evil thing, do you still want to escape the clan rules?"

"Father, the son has not done anything evil, the son just needs to return to the light. The ram remained calm, but he didn't say a word about the arson.

"You...... You...... You're forcing me!" Ram Hui put away his anger and became cold.

"Father, you prepared the Qi Transformation Pill, right? You took the assassin's arm three days ago, right? There are still thousand-year-old spirit ginseng in the family, right?"

Ram Chen asked three questions.

Ram Hui's face changed three times, each time more ugly than the other.

"Give me the light charm, I am not to blame for these three things in the past, how about it?"