In the next two days, the fort, which usually seemed very deserted, became lively, and lights were put up everywhere to prepare for the upcoming Lingcong Chengren ceremony.

The clan, which is very depressed in Pingyue, also seems to be a lot happier because of this incident.

Ming said, it is the birth of Lingcong, that is, the Chengren ceremony is held.

At night, Lingkun sat at the head of his bed, picked up a wood carving he had carved these two days, and slowly rubbed it with his hands.

The wood carvings are not so delicate, and even a little rough. The wood carving is simple: two boys, a big boy and a small boy. The little boy was much shorter than the older boy, standing tall and short. The older boy leads the younger boy in a posture that seems to be walking. Both boys were laughing, the kind of laughing that was very happy.

Lingkun looked at this wood carving that he had carefully polished one by one, and looked at the smiles of the two boys holding hands in the wood carving, and remembered his brother's usual protection and care for him. Although the wood carvings are not so exquisite, there is some excitement on his calm face.

But anyway, this is always my younger brother, the first time I really gave my brother a gift. Imagining the scene when his brother received a gift, Lingkun felt a little looking forward to it for no reason.

"Knock knock," there was a knock on the door. Lingkun heard the knock on the door, but he was surprised, and he could hear from the rhythm that it was not his brother Lingcong who knocked on the door. Lingcong is a meticulous person, and he is very strict with himself in very small things, even if it is knocking on the door. So over the years, Lingkun has long been accustomed to Lingcong's unique knocking sound. Also used to that unique, and only knock on the door. So when he heard this knock on the door that was not his brother, he couldn't help but be surprised, it wasn't his brother who knocked on the door, who could it be?

Lingkun shook his head, as if he wanted to shake out his doubts. Gently hiding the puppet in the quilt, Lingkun got up and said at the same time: "It's here, please wait." And he went to the door.

Pulling open the door, an unexpected face of Lingkun appeared. The faces of the people outside the door were as plain and quiet as ever, but there seemed to be something more. Looking at the face outside the door, Lingkun lost his mind for a while.

The person outside the door is Lingkun's father, who Lingkun has been looking forward to knocking on the door for a long time.

In an instant, Lingkun came back to his senses, saluted his father, and walked in with the spirit master. Father and son seemed very strange.

Sitting on a wooden chair, I looked around the room, which was very simple and empty, and looked very deserted. The spirit lord looked at the calmness, calmness, and stubbornness on the face of the young man when he lowered his head and poured the tea, and his face showed guilt and unbearable color, but he quickly relented, sighed slightly, and said: "Over the years, I have suffered you." The tone was soft and soft.

When Lingkun heard this, he was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand why his father said such things, with such a tone. But when I remembered the life I had lived, I was stubborn, and I pressed my sour nose stiffly, and said calmly: "It's not bitter, I'm used to it." It was just a calm voice, but it was still a little trembling.

The spirit lord looked at the stubborn young man in front of him, listening to the young man's slightly trembling voice, and knew that he was almost indifferent to him in Pingli, and the apology and love in the depths of his eyes deepened.

The spirit lord gently stroked Lingkun's head, Lingkun's body seemed a little stiff, as if he didn't expect his serious father to make such a loving action towards himself, without waiting for Lingkun to think about it, the spirit lord continued: "Since your three-year-old clan evaluation, I can see that you are unusual. You may not know that a person like you, who has not been tested for blood, has never appeared in the history of my race. At that time, I had a faint feeling that it seemed that there would always be a big change happening to you. ”

As if remembering something worrying, the Spirit Lord sighed and continued, "So, whether it feels right or not, I must make you know how to be strong, know how to protect yourself, or rather, know how to keep yourself alive. That's what I think a father should do. Therefore, I don't care if you are snubbed, ridiculed, or even discriminated against by the clan, I just hope that you can gradually become stronger from the influence of this foreign object from an early age. When I think of that time, when you brought it up before me, I only had to say a word, and you could still gain the humble respect of the people of your people, even if it was only on the surface!, because you have always been my son!" The Spirit Lord looked solemn when he said the last sentence. "It's precisely because you are my son, I don't want you to be a real waste, if you don't have all the polishing in the clan over the years, you can't survive without my protection, which is exactly what I have done to you all these years. At the end, the Spirit Lord said softly, "Moreover, I know that I don't have much time left. ”

When Lingkun heard this, his mind was already blank with shock, so that he didn't hear the last few words of the Spirit Lord at all, and he didn't see the deep worry and ...... when his father said this Reluctantly!

Lingkun said in his heart: It turned out that it was not because of his waste wood physique that he embarrassed his father, but because of his indifferent attitude towards himself, it turned out that his father was for my good, father, he loved me very much!

The spirit lord's words were very gentle, but they were like nectar, nourishing Lingkun's already broken heart.

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of Lingkun's eyes,

Lingkun cried.

At the age of three, he confirmed his despair in front of his father and cried very sadly. Then, he built a wall in his heart, surrounded his heart, and blocked his tears. Therefore, no matter how bitter and tired he has been since then, no matter how wronged he is, he still hasn't cried. Several times he watched the scene of the warm love of those fathers and sons in the clan, and his nose was sour, but he still held back. So, he didn't cry anymore. He gradually thought that his heart was hard enough that he would not cry.

However, when he really knew the love of the man in front of him, he cried, crying naturally, without deliberately enduring it, nor deliberately squeezing his tears, he cried with a smile. Laughing and laughing, tears flowed from the laughter.

At that moment, Lingkun finally knew that the man in front of him had always had an important place in his heart, even if he had been treating himself indifferently. Because, he has been his father from the beginning.

Looking at the young man smiling and shedding tears in front of him, the spirit lord seemed to feel even more guilty, although it was for the good of the child, but in fact, it was also for the sake of the child. The spirit lord stood up gently, hugged Lingkun, patted Lingkun's back and said, "If you're tired, just sleep, you'll be fine after sleeping." ”

The first time he threw himself into his father's arms, Lingkun felt very broad, very warm, and very comfortable. Listening to his father's peaceful voice, Lingkun seemed to feel very sleepy, very sleepy, so he fell asleep.

Gently put Lingkun on the bed, covered the quilt, looked at Lingkun's sweet smile when he slept, and guessed that his son must be having a good dream at this time.

In front of the sleeping face, the spirit lord stroked this face that was somewhat similar to himself but obviously very immature, and a deep reluctance appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he immediately sighed: "I hope you don't blame your father in the future." ”

After finishing speaking, he took Lingkun's hand and slowly exerted force, and a white light gradually surged from his body, surging towards Lingkun from the place where his hands met. From big hands to small hands.

Withdrawing his hand, the spirit lord coughed a few times, and his face, which had always been indifferent, seemed to be a little tired, and instantly aged a lot. I thought to myself: This is the only thing that the Father can leave to you.

Slowly got up and pushed the door, and looked back at Lingkun who was lying at the head of the bed with a peaceful face, as if he wanted to remember this scene in his heart.

However, all this is not something that the sleeping Lingkun can see and hear.

Lingkun is having a dream, in which he lives with his father and brother, and is happy.