Sect Master Zhao recalled his life and remembered several sunrises and sunsets.

For the first time, he stayed up all night and wandered around the door of the delivery room all night.

There was a heart-rending cry in the room, and he wanted to rush in several times to hold his wife's hand and say a few thoughtful words to her, but he was stopped by the people in the family. He flicked his sleeves indignantly, imagining the scene inside the door, but found that he really didn't know what to say—what could he do if he rushed in? There is no other way but to wait.

At sunrise, the first cry of a baby came from the room, and the first rays of sunlight rose from the distant horizon, and the Zhao family ushered in a new life. The maid ran out tremblingly, rushed to her face, her hand was bloody, and she had not yet wiped it off, and her words were half panicked and half happy, and said, "Congratulations, master, Madame gave birth to a young lady for you!"

He remembered that when he first met his wife, it was also such a sunny moment. The lady wore a white dress, like a goddess descending from the earth, and took all her thoughts away in an instant. Madame, Madame.

Sect Master Zhao couldn't wait any longer, and entered the delivery room, where the lady lay on the bed with a pale face. Dog's breakfast.

He shook his wife's hand, and wanted to say that he had worked hard, that he wanted to say thank you, that he wanted to say something happy and expectant—and that the words came to his lips and turned into a long sigh: "Madam." ”

The woman on the bed smiled contentedly with her eyes half-closed, unanswered.

That was the last time Sect Master Zhao saw Madam Zhao.

This woman, who married into the door, went to her surname and name, leaving only the title of Mrs. Zhao. And in this morning, she spent all her life in order to give birth to the heir of Zhao Menzong.

When he hugged his daughter and leaned against the tombstone of the deceased, his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Madam. Our daughter has not yet been married to a name. You must not know that on the day she was born, the sun outside the house was so beautiful that the flowers in the garden lost their color. Our daughter, when she grows up, will be as good as you. Madame, Madame. I haven't had time to discuss it with you yet, but I've already decided, this daughter's name is Xintong, okay? In this way, every time I call Xintong, I think of the sunshine that morning. Xintong, Xintong. I hope that our daughter will be as fragrant as a morning flower, and I hope that my girl from Zhaomenzong will have a beautiful life like a red sun. Madame, do you think so?

Zhao Xintong grew up like this, under the embrace and cultivation of her father.

On that day, the father and daughter practiced swords for a day. In the evening, Sect Master Zhao rewarded Xiaotong and took her to watch the sunset on a hillside not far from home. Xiaotong leaned on his father's arm, a little restless, but still patiently waiting for the most beautiful moment of sunset.

Zhao Xintong asked, "Daddy, why did the sun fall down?"

Sect Master Zhao smiled silently Zhao Xintong's head and said, "Of course Father-in-law Sun likes Xiaotong." But now that Father-in-law Sun is tired, he is going to rest. Even if it is the father-in-law of the sun, it is impossible to stay by Xiaotong's side all the time. ”

Zhao Xintong nodded as if she didn't understand, and said, "Well... However, Daddy will always be with Xiaotong, right?"

Sect Master Zhao turned his head to look at Zhao Xintong's immature face, his eyes shining on her fine hair, shining, just like her little face. Sect Master Zhao nodded silently and said, "Daddy will always accompany you." Either way. Xiaotong, you know, dad or mother will also have the day when they will grow old. But my father is the same as my mother, no matter what, I accompany Xiaotong. ”

Zhao Xintong's eyes widened, still as if she didn't understand. At this moment, the sun went down, and under the shadow of the mountain peaks, it was so radiant that it seemed to burst out out of nowhere. She was attracted by such a beautiful scenery and never asked her father again.

What a beautiful day it was, it seemed like it would never pass. I taught Xiaotong to practice guns, and I was determined to pass on the mantle of Zhao Menzong to her. It was as if time had stopped. Then in the blink of an eye, I suddenly realized that many years had passed.

It was Xiaotong's birthday, and I ordered someone to make a dress for Xiaotong. Xiaotong put on that dress, the white dress was fluttering, her long hair was shawl, slim, I seemed to see your mother when she was young. At that time, I suddenly found out that our Xiaotong had grown up.

That day, I was in a trance. How did happy days pass so quickly. After that, you must feel that your father has changed a lot. Xiaotong, it's all my father's fault. But no matter how Daddy pretends to be casual, I have to admit that because of Daddy's selfishness, you have lost too much.

Xiaotong.

Zhao Xintong was kneeling beside his father at the moment, calling him loudly.

Qi Xiaoxuan stepped forward, probed Sect Master Zhao's snort, dragged his wrist up, nodded lightly, and said, "Senior Zhao... There's still a hint of breath. ”

Zhao Xintong looked at Qi Xiaoxuan with teary eyes.

Qi Xiaoxuan nodded and said, "It seems to be caused by the serious loss of essence." I'm going to try to pass on some true qi now and see if I can save him. ”

As he spoke, he turned his fingers into a sword and pointed it on Sect Master Zhao's wrist. The withered wrist was slightly flushed, and the blood seemed to flow again.

Not long after, Sect Master Zhao woke up faintly, and Qi Xiaoxuan was already sweating profusely.

Sect Master Zhao coughed twice, Zhao Xintong held his hand excitedly, and asked, "Daddy, Daddy, are you awake?"

"Ahem, is it Xiaotong?"

"Yes, it's me! It's Xiaotong! Daddy..."

Sect Master Zhao squeezed Zhao Xintong's hand and said, "Unknowingly, your hand is already so big. Sometimes I'm really in a trance, and when I see you, I think of your mother...... I remember, when you were a child, your hands were so small that you couldn't even hold a gun......"

As he spoke, Sect Master Zhao raised his right hand with difficulty, conjured a spear from the void, and said, "Now you can hold it steadily. ”

Sect Master Zhao handed the spear to Zhao Xintong's hand. That is the treasure of Zhao Menzong's housekeeper, Baixuan pear flower gun.

Zhao Xintong was stunned for a while and asked, "Daddy, this ......"

Sect Master Zhao grabbed the white and said, "Don't speak, listen to me." I remember when you were a child, you especially liked to dance with knives and guns, every time you played with guns, you were like a little sparrow, chattering in my ears without stopping, very happy, even a little annoying. Speaking of this, Sect Master Zhao couldn't help but smile, and continued: "In this life, except for your mother, no one has ever bothered me like this......

"I remember, you loved watching the sunrise. After watching the sunrise, I went to practice the gun. We practiced until sunset, and then we went to the hillside to watch the sunset, and then we took you home with us. ”

During that time, it was really ......

"But, Daddy is also selfish. Daddy has always been reluctant to admit it, but Daddy is still on you, carrying too many things. Every time Daddy thinks of this, he is both contradictory and sad. It's a pity that our Zhao Menzong didn't give birth to a boy. ”

"Daddy!" Zhao Xintong was frustrated and anxious when she heard this, not knowing what Daddy was going to say.

But Old Man Zhao didn't say this. He clenched Zhao Xintong's gun-holding hands tightly, looked at Zhao Xintong intently, and looked at it like this for a long, long time - at least in Zhao Xintong's feelings, his father rarely looked at himself so intently. And unlike when she was young, she didn't know who her father was looking at at at this moment.

For a while, she saw that his face was relaxed, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked doting, thinking that he remembered the little Tong who was clinging to his father when he was a child.

But in the blink of an eye, he frowned, and became the father who strictly forbade him to learn marksmanship and forced himself to read and embroider all day long.

In the end, the look seemed to be looking at herself, but not like looking at herself, she was doting and gentle, which was an expression that Zhao Xintong had never seen. Daddy stared at himself like this, but it seemed to be someone behind him.

It was about a long, long time, and Daddy was a little ashamed and embarrassed, but he laughed, coughed a few times, and said, "I have lost you after all." If I am not the sect master of this Zhao family...... But, fortunately, you were still born so well......"

Zhao Xintong was flustered for a while, and heard her father's words, like words with her deceased mother, and like words with herself, but she couldn't say anything to comfort and respond when she opened her mouth, so she just screamed "Daddy, Daddy", put the spear aside, held his hand, and said, "Daddy, don't say it...... Let's go back and heal your wounds...... Xiaotong will definitely be obedient in the future......"

Qi Xiaoxuan and Huzi stood aside, looking at the situation of Zhao's father and daughter, they were inevitably moved. Ah Yuan was on the side, and he couldn't cry anymore.

Qi Xiaoxuan saw the questioning gaze that Huzi handed to him, shook his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and could only look at the father and daughter to say goodbye.

It's not that Huzi hasn't seen Qi Xiaoxuan's strength. Among the few people present, if anyone could save the life of the old sect master, it was Qi Xiaoxuan. But now I see him sweating profusely and weak......

Huzi couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

The sun seemed to be rising, and it was as if it was just about to set. Zhao Xintong lay beside her father and cried all her tears.

I only heard Sect Master Zhao smile slightly, looked at his daughter intently, and found that the sunlight began to slowly fall on her hair, showing a very satisfied look, and said, "Xiaotong." ”

Zhao Xintong responded repeatedly.

"No matter how much my father doesn't admit it, I still want to watch the sunrise with my Xiaotong again. ”

Zhao Xintong bit her lower lip, her hands trembled, and she nodded at Sect Master Zhao. She wanted to grin so that her father could see it, but eventually the tears began to fall again. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

Sect Master Zhao raised his hand and touched her hair, and the sunlight reflected off the old man's hand from the satin-like hair.

In the end, he looked at Zhao Xintong with satisfaction and said, "You have to take good care of yourself." ”

When Zhao Xintong opened his eyes, the old man of the Zhao family had closed his eyes peacefully.