cpa300_4(); What is the dream of the black candle sun?

In the past, there may not be a definition, because no one knows what they will dream about, but after having Wu Thirteen, Wu Zhuyang's dream is just him. (◥◣ to see the most ◢◤ new chapter, please go to ^^ to see お閣wWw.kаΝSΗuge.СoM)

Think about it day by day. There is a dream at night, when a father is full of his son, but his son is not angry, his dreams are naturally Wu Thirteen.

At this moment, the dream is broken, what is broken is the soul of the black candle yang, and the same dream that I have had for many years, there are regrets and unwillingness in the dream. And that mountain of fatherly love.

This fluorescence. Like a cloud, it swept through everyone's hearts, and the direction in which the cloud drifted was left behind the white ethereal traces, which were like a mirror, reflecting the memories in the bottom of the heart, as if recalling the former self.

In this memory, everyone is different, like a child. From birth to growth, and then to death, looking back on the past, only relatives are the eternal regrets, and I can't forget my father's uprightness. Later, it gradually bent the waist pole.

What kind of picture is that? What bloomed in Wu Thirteen's heart was the black candle yang, he looked at the black candle yang all over his body blankly, and even forgot to shed tears, he didn't understand, he didn't understand why he became like this, he didn't understand why Wu Candle Yang did such a thing.

However, when Wu Zhuyang's sad eyes finally swept over, his body shook and he fell to his knees, and he instantly understood.

Until the end, the black candle sun was still for him.

"Thirteen. I'll leave it to you, Xu Ming, the way of raising ghosts is no longer the way of raising ghosts, under this big conspiracy, the chance of survival of Thirteen is almost zero, I hope that you can look at my face to save you this time, and give him a way to live......"

Wu Zhuyang sighed lightly, his eyes began to dissipate, the same fluorescence, but even brighter, this fluorescence, fell on the head of the dry bone real man, his eyes were full of confusion, a trace of sleepiness, haunting him, let his thoughts, back to the deepest dream in his heart.

"Father, I have long forgotten my father's face, he is just a mortal."

The dry bones muttered, thinking of the picture of his father holding a hoe and forcing him to work in the field, but he was unwilling to accept such a life, he resolutely left and embarked on the path of cultivation......

However, after many years, almost driven by instinct, he once returned to his hometown, that dilapidated small village, there are still only a few dozen villagers, the old man, has passed away, has not changed, only the old waterwheel placed at the entrance of the village, squeaking and turning, he walked into his weedy home, all he saw was the tablet set up by the neighborhood, he suddenly, the depths of his soul were shocked, from the drawer under the tablet, he found the slingshot made by his father when he was a child......

He left, a fire burned down his home, and the dust that has been broken, this is his iron heart, at that time, he did not see other pictures, but at this moment in the dream, he saw an old man, leaning on his body, struggling in the field, when other people's sons wiped a handful of sweat, took the porcelain bowl handed by the old father and drank cold boiled water and said Dad, it's okay, when I'm not tired, he can only smile enviously, look at this muddy land, when he returns in the evening, he always walks behind, Looking at the place where the sunset is gone, I look forward to the appearance of such a figure......

In fact, the dust edge is in the heart, the so-called broken, but forgetting, when the memory is provoked, the dust edge returns to the heart.

The confusion in the eyes of the dry bone real man began to flicker, and gradually turned wet, and he muttered, "This, how can it be ......?"

Wu Zhuyang's body continued to dissipate, his teeth fell out one by one, and the voice he made was already a little vague: "You have to take advantage of him falling into a dream, wake up early, and leave here, the person who secretly harmed you, I think the answer must be on him, the woman you are looking for is actually in the Sending Zi Pavilion, it's just that I left her in the seventh formation, you can't see it, Thirteen knows the mantra to crack, and also, you have to be careful of a person, he is in the path of raising ghosts, his name is Sun ......"

The black candle sun completely dissipated, and the fireflies in the sky swept all the traces of him at this time, turning into a dream that had been like a day for several years, enveloping everyone, and the white silk hanging on the top of the Sending Zi Pavilion was blown by the wind and the hunting sound, and Chu Chen, who was outside the formation, stood up at the same time, and a trace of confusion appeared in their eyes.

Where dreams begin, no one can predict.

The body of the dry bone real person was trembling, it was hard to imagine that such a terrifying person would have such a weak side, he trembled, walked over step by step, and wanted to touch his father's vicissitudes of life, but found himself standing at the head of the grave, overgrown with weeds, no one to take care of it, and even the words on the tombstone had already faded, and he knelt down, like a walking corpse.

And what I saw was my father.

Since kindergarten, he has not allowed me to ride a big horse with a neck, and he said, you have grown up, you should learn to be strong.

Since elementary school, when he was beaten by the teacher again and again and came back to complain about his grievances, he said, if you beat well, you will be filial under the stick.

Since junior high school, the hasty figure who was called by his parents because of early love stood in the corridor and waited, and when he got home, he said, If your grades drop, you wait. Craftsman sub-skill.

There is also the unforgettable college entrance examination, under the drizzle, my father held an umbrella and watched me walk into the heavily guarded examination room, like entering the battlefield, there has never been such a day, my father is so gentle.

At this moment, however, all I could see was the grayness of his sideburns and the obvious verbosity of his words when he left home.

And Huaiyu, who is an orphan, as an orphan, has no memory of his father.

"Father's ......"

He was thinking about his master, picking himself up from the snowy night, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw was not his father, but his master.

However, the master is like a father.

Shizun's sternness and old-fashionedness are all Huaiyu's memories, he was also naughty, and he also longed for the outside world, but under Shizun's lessons again and again, he eventually became the same as Shizun, became old-fashioned, became sluggish, Shizun's love was only reflected in the reprimands again and again.

However, he can't forget that every winter, Shizun will always take him to walk in the snow that once picked him up, and he hopes to be able to find his relatives in this place, but unfortunately, this is just a dream and has never been realized.

Huaiyu's disappointment has long been a habit, but looking for relatives in the snow is also a habit.

But now, his moist eyes were full of tears: "It's enough to have a master, the master is my father, I still need it, what kind of father can I find?" ”

Only Chu Chen behaved very differently, and in his eyes, there was pain.

For his father, he has no love, only hate.

Because he is the eldest son of a concubine, what he has experienced since he was a child is indifference and isolation, his mother's weakness, his mother's death, and the memory of digging his mother out of the grave with one hand in the cold, all he dreams of is blood and tears, and the father-son relationship that is 10,000 times more indifferent than the winter.

Father?

The corners of Chu Chen's mouth showed a hint of mockery, but it didn't take long for this mockery to turn into bitterness, he didn't think he had a father, but what about others?

When he watched others ride on his father's shoulders, when he watched others being bullied, his father stood up in front, and even saw his father spanking his child's ass, his heart would be envious, Chu Chen was melancholy, he didn't know what his heart should be.

Father!

I'll go back and see you and ask you for an answer.

Only Wu Thirteen, he didn't fall into a dream, because he was the protagonist of this dream, he watched the dissipation of the black candle sun, remembered his past, the extremely boring advice, and the rules that made him hate, at this moment have become the warmest and most vivid picture, it turns out that his father's love has always been so strong, but he has never cared.

His heart was throbbing, Wu Thirteen looked up to the sky and yelled, tears mixed with blood gushing out: "No! ”

His roar woke me up, and I looked at the confused dry bone real person, turned around and ran out of here!

A minute after I left, the Dry Bone Guy woke up, and he looked angry and turned around and chased after me: "Damn! ”-