Author: A Fish

Chapter 2 The Eighteen-Year-Old Gift

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Dimension Domain

"Don't talk nonsense, my father was gone long before I was born, who are you? What do you want?" Yang Ling didn't believe that the person who spoke was his father.

"Ling'er, I can't tell you now, in your cognition, I am no longer in your world, maybe all this is beyond the scope of your cognition for you, but please believe every word I say to you!" The deep voice came out of the phone again.

"Nerves? Isn't this a scene that only exists in science fiction movies?" He thought about how this kind of thing could happen to him, could he say that he was a superhero? What kind of immortal cultivator is his father, and his mother is a mortal, they went through a lot of hardships and finally fell in love and gave birth to him and his sister, two oil bottles?

"Son, meet and talk!" Although he had thought of many ways to meet Yang Ling, but now he was really at a loss at this time, the feeling of being a father was really wonderful, even when facing a powerful enemy, he did not have this psychological apprehension.

"Buzz~" In a light hum accompanied by the cracking sound of space, I saw Yang Zheng stepping on the galaxy from the void crack, wearing a red gold and red striped streamer battle armor, with the iconic Aoyue Thousand Phoenix Crown of the Xuanyue clan on his head, two long thousand phoenix tails floating behind him, holding a galaxy purple-patterned battle sword, his body was floating with golden glorious lines, like the master of the vast starry sky, with an unparalleled domineering leakage in the majesty - Xuanyue Emperor Descended.

"This...?" Yang Ling looked at the majestic figure that suddenly appeared in front of him, and his eyes were about to pop out. If it weren't for the bloodline, if it weren't for the bloodline, other people would have already been oppressed by this majestic aura and bowed down.

The man in front of him was Yang Ling's father Yang Zheng, he walked forward, stopped in front of Yang Ling, the original brilliance on his body dimmed, and gradually became the appearance of an ordinary modern person, he was about to reach out to touch Yang Ling's head, but Yang Ling subconsciously avoided it, compared to this man in his heart This man is too strange, he has been told that he has no father since he was a child, and at this time a person suddenly appeared, no, he thinks that the person like a god is his father, and you feel that all this is too outrageous.

Yang Zheng saw that he dodged and did not withdraw his hand, but continued to take a step forward, a finger pointed at his forehead, and in an instant he sent out a slight fluctuation, and all kinds of pictures appeared in Yang Ling's mind, it was a picture of his father and his mother together, they met and fell in love with each other, and many things they experienced together, only sweetness and happiness, but it seemed that these stories were quite distant.

These are enough to prove that the man in front of him is his father, although he can't believe everything in his mind, but there is no doubt that his mother told him that this man who was not alive in the world is the person standing in front of him at this moment.

"Son, my father has waited for you for eighteen years, and in these eighteen years, I have not been by your side, nor have I fulfilled the responsibilities of a father, and it is my father who owes you to you, mother and son. Yang Zheng could feel that at this moment, the child in front of him looked harmless on the outside, but deep down he longed for his father's love.

Yang Ling didn't speak, he looked at the man's face, exactly the same as the man hanging on the wall in his mother's room, he was a little at a loss at the moment, he should be very happy, but why is he just not happy, more to release the grievances of his low heart, for a child who has just turned eighteen, without his father's love since he was a child, what a cruel thing, turned around and didn't know when he turned around with red eyes.

"Son, eighteen years old, happy birthday!" Yang Zheng looked at him and said with a smile.

Today is his birthday, but no one remembers his birthday except his mother, since he was sensible, his mother was busy with work every day, and the last time he had a birthday was on his 13th birthday five years ago, he had never even dreamed of a "father" before, but now the man behind him is the blank page in his life, and his appearance today, how to make himself face it?

"Forget it, death is dead, what's the use of saying that, I didn't expect to see you after I died!" He thought that he had died suddenly in an Internet café before he could make sense of all this he saw.

"Son, you are not dead, when you are eighteen years old, you will be summoned into this world, this is another world, if the world you are in is a three-dimensional world, then this is a four-dimensional world. Yang Zheng explained.

"I'm not dead, that means I'm still alive, don't you lie to me?" Yang Ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, you were only summoned here by a specific contract so that we could meet. Yang Zheng smiled slightly.

"It scared the hell out of me, I thought I was game over. He was relieved to hear his father say that he was not dead.

"Since it's not dead, then we'll see each other, if you don't have anything to do, I'll pick up Qianqian from school, can you let me out?" Yang Ling returned to some normal after a sigh of relief.

"Qianqian is also here, when you summon it, Qianqian will also come with you, this is specially arranged by Dad, Dad wants to see you. As he spoke, he looked around and saw that the little girl was asleep on the cot behind her.

He didn't have much concept of the word dad, and he didn't know how to get along with him, but he was much relieved to see where his sister was, after all, the person he cared about most from childhood to adulthood was this sister, he walked up to look at his sister's well-behaved little face, and kept shouting "Dad!" in his mouth.

"I've missed it, I hope you don't miss your sister, sister, she is still young, she should have her father by her side in her childhood?"

"He has been gone for 18 years, and he can ignore his mother, me and his sister, why should I lick my face and ask him to recognize me?"

Originally, he thought that today, like in previous years, his mother called and said arrogantly, "Ling'er, happy birthday, my mother gave you a million pocket money, my mother has no time to accompany you, next time I will wait for my mother to go back and make up for you." ”

said that it was a mending, but it never came true, and his nose was sour when he thought of this, although he was very strong since he was a child, and even his emotions were rarely exposed, but he was very sad when facing this man.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry, forgive Dad, Dad can't stay by your side all the time, the road ahead needs you to go, there are still many things waiting for you to do for Dad, take care of your mother and Qianqian, maybe one day in the future you will understand, after today you will grow up and be able to shoulder the responsibility." Yang Zheng looked at his son's back, and he knew that he was going to live up to this child's expectations.

"I don't know how to go in the future, I only know that you have left our family for 18 years, do you know how your mother has survived all these years?

"Yes, eighteen years, I'm sorry for you. Yang Zheng raised his head and sighed, he knew that he couldn't do anything but say sorry.

"What's the use of being sorry?" Yang Ling turned around and roared, a tear already hanging from the corner of his eye.

He couldn't hide the emotions in his heart, just because of the sentence "I'm sorry!" This carries too much curiosity and longing for love since he was sensible, he squatted in the corner of the corridor, hugging himself tighter and tighter, originally he thought that maybe his father was like the TV series, silently guarding himself in a place he couldn't see, but right now, this man is not guarding at all in his opinion, he is evading responsibility.

"Ling'er, Dad can't go back, now is not the time to argue about these, Dad's body will soon dissipate, so Ling'er, Dad is not what you imagined, I said that one day in the future you will be clear. Yang Zheng knew that his son might not be able to understand his distress for a while, but he had to give him the birthday gift he left for him during this time.

"Dissipate, why does it dissipate?" Yang Ling was stunned.

Dad has his own difficulties, but I'm very happy to see you today, let's go, son, we don't have much time, Dad will take you out. Saying that, Qianqian also woke up at this time, shouting for Yang Zheng to hug, Yang Ling saw Qianqian wake up, and the two men also closed their mouths in unison, not making any arguments about the topic just now.

Yang Zheng walked over and picked up Qianqian and put it on his shoulder, stretched out his right hand to Yang Ling, a sincere smile appeared on his handsome but vicissitudes of life, Yang Ling hesitated, but still put his hand on it.

The two fathers and sons held hands, this feeling was very peculiar, Yang Ling raised his head and looked at the man, his smile was exactly the same as the man on the wedding photo hanging in his mother's room.

He wanted to be alone since he was a child, and he never received care from this man, but at this moment, this man held him with a pair of warm hands, sat his sister on his shoulder, and remembered saying "Happy birthday son!" on his birthday.

"I know there's a lot more you want to ask, but it's not time to tell you yet, trust Dad!"

After speaking, he took Yang Ling's hand and walked towards the exit of the corridor, the corridor that Yang Ling couldn't get out of was stepped out under a few steps from Yang Zheng.

The scene outside came into view, everything was still, the sun shone on them, and the shadows behind them were one big and one small and one overhead, which was much longer.

"Let's go, Daddy will show you a gift for your eighteenth birthday. The man said and touched Yang Ling's head with a big hand, his face full of happiness.

Holding a small hand, with a young head on his head, he walked to the only mountain in the city, the mountain trail, the autumn maple leaves are golden yellow, and the maple leaves that should have fallen to the ground are suspended in the air at this time, and when they walk and touch the leaves, they fall to the ground, through the woods, into the mountains, and the back of a group of three people in the sunset is particularly beautiful.