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A few rays of cold moonlight shone through the narrow gaps between the wooden windows into the lifeless hut. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The light in the hut was dim, the silence was terrible, and in the cold and humid air, there was a smell of medicine that had been left over the years, smelling sour and bitter, and lasting for a long time.

Facing the small window, the only old wooden bed, a young man covered with a thin quilt was lying motionless at the moment.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, his eye sockets were deep-set, and there was no trace of blood on his emaciated face, and it was a little frightening to be white, and if it weren't for the thin quilt covering his body that gently rose and fell with his weak breathing, I am afraid that no one would believe that he was still alive.

"Hey, if everything in the dream is going to be true, then ...... How nice that would be......" The boy sighed reluctantly, and stared at the roof, the flame-bright look in his eyes fading until they turned to a dead gray of despair.

In that dream, in which he has done countless times over the years, the young man dreamed that his body was healed from a long-term illness, and he dreamed that he was in good health, kneeling in front of his father who was crying with joy, hugging his father's legs tightly, and crying happily and sadly......

Still in that dream, the young man dreamed that after bathing and changing clothes, he stood in the center of Red Maple City with high spirits, standing in front of the sacred Xiantai, and in the envious and jealous eyes of countless peers, he personally took the entry waist card handed by the people in the Xianmen......

On the white jade-like waist card, his name is impressively written: Wang Dong.

It was still in that dream, the boy dreamed that after many years of penance, he had grown up to himself, dressed in white, stepping on a flying sword to control the sky, hunting in clothes, chasing the wind and clouds, and crisscrossing the world......

Thinking about it, Wang Dong slowly closed his eyes, but two lines of tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and slipped down.

The long autumn night, silent, unstoppable tears, and silent.

I don't know how long later, Wang Dong opened his eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and stared at the night sky under the eaves viciously through the narrow window crack.

"God, since you let me come to this world, why can't you give me a normal body...... Why...... Why ......"

"You tell me, you still torture me, and torture me and my father until ......"

"God, why don't you speak......! Answer me......"

The silent cry was exchanged for despair again and again after countless times.

"Thief God, you won, you finally won, I moved, give up,"

Wang Dong smiled sadly, and his hard-to-support body lay down on the bed, his sad eyes revealed a sense of determination, and there was a sense of relief.

"When I live, not only can I see no hope, I will suffer myself, but I don't know how long I will drag my father down, but it is better to die a hundred times. ”

"yes, it's a hundred...... It's all over the place...... Hehehe......"

The night gradually faded, and the window lattice paper began to turn slightly white, and when he heard a cough in the next room, Wang Dong, who had lost his mind all night, hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and as usual, closed his eyes and tried his best to pretend that he was asleep.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked into the room lightly with a steaming medicine bowl.

Closing the chill of the autumn morning out of the door with his backhand, the middle-aged man gently walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at Wang Dong with a pale face but sleepy with distressed eyes.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but fan his nose and tear his eyes, but he was suddenly startled by Wang Dong's action of turning over in a dream, and in a panic, he hurriedly turned sideways and raised his sleeves, and when he turned his head again, his face was full of smiles.

"Move, move, wake up, it's time to take medicine...... middle-aged man gently pushed Wang Dong through the thin quilt.

"Dad," Wang Dong rubbed his eyes, looking sleepy-eyed, and struggled to sit up.

"Slow down, slow down, it's easy to get dizzy when you get up," Wang Dong's father hurriedly leaned over, helped the skinny Wang Dong to slowly lean on the head of the bed, and said with a smile: "Dong'er, come, drink the medicine while it's hot." ”

"It's this medicine again," Wang Dong grimaced his face, smelled the spicy and bitter smell of medicine, and frowned: "Dad, can I not drink it, it's so bitter." ”

"Nonsense," Wang Dong's father pretended to be angry, and persuaded bitterly: "Dong'er, although the good medicine is bitter, it is good for illness, and my father heard from the Nie Divine Doctor in the city that you were born with insufficient blood and qi and blocked meridians, and only by taking this bitter medicine to replenish qi and blood for a long time can you cure your disease." Listen to Daddy and drink it while it's hot. ”

It has been 14 years since I was cured, and my body has not improved at all, but has become thinner and thinner, and my strength has been passing day by day......

To this day, in fact, my father's heart is probably desperate for a long time, the reason why he guards that false hope, and struggles in the sea of suffering every day and is unwilling to give up on me, just because I am his biological flesh and blood, and I am a child who he is reluctant to give up no matter how hard and tired he is......

Looking at his father's frost-white temples that were just over forty years old, and looking at the dense vicissitudes of life in the corners of his eyes when he smiled, Wang Dong wordlessly held the medicine bowl, swallowed it with a big gulp, and through the cover of the medicine bowl, large tears flowed down.

"Look at you kid, although this medicine is extremely bitter, why are you still crying, it really doesn't look like a man, it's not promising,"

Wang Dong's father took the medicine bowl, joked with a smile, lowered his head and groped in the cuffs for a while, pretended to mysteriously take out a small bag wrapped in yellow straw paper, spread it out, took out a round candy with a large fingernail, and gently fed it into Wang Dong's mouth.

A hint of sweetness of candy melted in the bitter mouth of Coptis chinensis, and the tears were hazy, which was the vicissitudes of my father's loving face.

Father's love is like a mountain! Father, how can you tell your son to give up, but how can you bear not to give up?

Wang Dong's lips trembled and he held the candy in his mouth, and he couldn't bear the sorrow anymore, so he threw himself into his father's arms and cried loudly.

"Dong'er, my father knows that you are bitter, and he knows that your life is not easy, but no matter how hard it is, you have to live, right?"

"Don't despair, as long as you have your father for a day, your father will never give up on you......"

"Dad knows that you have dreamed of entering the immortal gate to practice since you were a child, and when you get better, Dad will give up everything and send you to practice......"

After a long time, the crying in the house gradually became smaller and quieter, and finally stopped, and the big rough hands that caressed Wang Dong's head again and again reluctantly left.

Wang Dong's father slowly stood up with his waist that would be faintly painful if he exerted a little force, looked at Wang Dong with red and swollen eyes lovingly, and said softly: "Dong'er, it's not too early, Dad should also go out of the city to mine, and when I come back at night, I will boil medicine for you, Dad has put the day's meals in the pot, remember to eat, don't be hungry......"

"By the way, don't always hold in the house when you are alone at home, go to the yard more, you have a new cane made for you by your father outside the door, and you can save some effort by holding it......"

"Oh, I almost forgot, don't go out if you have nothing to do, there are always some snobs in this city who can't control their mouths, and a mouth is sneering and sarcastic, if you are really bored, just call the tiger next door to come and talk to you, that child is honest and honest, and his father looks like ......"

"Okay, Dad is really leaving, I'm afraid I'll be deducted if I go late......"

The wooden door was gently brought shut with a "squeak", Wang Dong leaned on the head of the bed and watched his father's back disappear behind the wooden door, followed by hurried footsteps in the direction of the courtyard door.

Wang Dong thought that this would be the last time he would see his father in this life, and he suddenly had mixed feelings, he gritted his teeth and forced his weak and weak body to roll off the bed, threw himself to the door with all his might, and opened the door.

"Daddy......"

Wang Dong's father opened the courtyard door and was just about to go out, when he suddenly heard his son trembling slightly behind him, and even called with a little crying, his heart thumped, and he turned around eagerly, and saw Wang Dong panting with his hand holding the door frame, looking at himself reluctantly.

Seeing that Wang Dong was fine, Wang Dong's father was obviously relieved, and said with a smile: "Dong'er, is there something wrong?"

"No, it's okay," Wang shook his head hurriedly in a panic, for fear that his father would notice something, but when he saw that his father was about to turn around again, he couldn't help but take a step forward, met his father's puzzled gaze, forced a smile and waved his hand: "Dad, you ...... You take care. ”

"Don't worry, how old is Dad, take care of yourself, go back, go back. ”

Wang Dong's father shook his head with a smile, waved his hand at Wang Dong, and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard gate, but he would never know that at the moment when he just walked out of the courtyard gate, Wang Dong, who had been smiling and waving goodbye to him, suddenly fell to his knees, tears raining down.

"Dad, keep ...... Heavy, moving...... I have taken my leave of you. ”