Thinking about it, he was just about to go to Qingcang to settle the account, but at this moment, he heard a "knock" sound from the box at his feet.

Curiosity ignited.

Could it be that Qing Cang has found some rare treasure for me, or is it a living thing?

Well, if not, just take a look, and you won't lose by looking at it anyway

So, he paced back and carefully opened the box.

However, as soon as the box was opened, I jerked back one step after another. Immediately afterward, there was silence.

Inside the box was a skinny old man with silver hair

Before he could speak, tears fell

I just felt that for a moment, something seemed to rush from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my head was dizzy.

If I had to describe what it was like, it would be to be so shocked that I wanted to test with my life, and everything in front of me was imaginary.

Even if I don't care about Qingcang, I don't care about Yunhe, Yunyan and Nianyi, I don't care about the child in my belly, I want to know what I see in front of me now, it's true or false.

I covered my mouth tightly, afraid that the sound of my whimpering might startle others. I stepped back step by step, but step by step when I came back to my senses.

"Daddy Daddy"

When I watched the curled man in the box slowly crawl out, smiling and staggering towards me, I finally couldn't help but tremble and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy, you're back, Daddy, Qing'er misses you so much, Daddy, Daddy"

Father, my father

Qing Cang really didn't lie to me, he promised me that I would definitely bring my father back to see me. He did it, he did it

No wonder, he will order people to clean Kunning Palace, will order people to cook a table of good dishes, and will send people away.

No wonder he let me in, but he stayed outside the door.

No wonder Gonggong Gui is so abnormal today

"Daddy," I cried and grabbed Daddy's shoulders and looked at him with a pair of rippling eyes.

Heart, almost suffocated, in pain.

My father hadn't seen him for a few years, and he had become what he was now

Obviously, the last time I saw him, he was still a beautiful man with a good demeanor. Even though he was middle-aged at the time, his heroic appearance in fighting on the battlefield all the year round is comparable to others

"Daddy" I called my father one by one, but my father did not say a word except for a pair of teary eyes and a kind smile on his face.

I approached him, a pair of delicate hands on his cheeks.

As rough as ever, it was the masculinity that once galloped the world, but this masculinity was full of many vicissitudes compared to the past.

He is very yellow and thin, and he has long lost the majestic figure he had back then. He was no longer upright, but a little hunchbacked. Although he was wearing a high-necked robe, I could still see a few marks of red iron on the back of his exposed hands.

That's right, his hands

His hands were now so thin that there was no flesh and blood, only speckled wrinkles, including his own bones.

I remember that once upon a time, his hands were very strong. Even though I'm thirteen or fourteen years old, as long as I'm coquettish, he can still carry me with one hand. Then he would grab me and take me around the yard.

But now I can't, no more

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