The aftermath dissipated, and the faint sadness was also gathered. Zhu Lai turned around, and his melancholy eyes quickly returned to their former vigor. He looked at Qi Lang with a smile. "You should have been lying down a little longer, troublemaker. He said lightly, as if Qi Lang's trouble was as simple as breaking a blue and white ceramic bowl, "You look a lot like the undead warriors of the Duchy of Horn now. You've seen them, haven't you?"

Zhu was right, Qi Lang had seen those white guys hiding in bandages, in Hayes City, in that rescue operation that almost cost his life. Thankfully, it was that operation that he recognized the true face of this seemingly game-playing star.

But none of that mattered, Qi Lang didn't want to reminisce about the past now, and he didn't want to answer Mr. Zhu Lai's dispensable questions - only an impulse kept popping up in his mind, encouraging him, to pounce on him, and hug the big star tightly.

Qi Lang took two steps forward. But he stopped again. He remembered that he and Mr. Zhu Lai had probably only met twice, and that those two meetings were not pleasant, so he hesitated again.

But Mr. Zhu Lai had already opened his arms to him, like a friend who could not be more familiar, or more appropriately, like an elder who could not be more kind. Just waiting there with a smile on his face, waiting by the crystal coffin.

There is no need to hesitate any longer. Qi Lang rushed up, like a stunned boy with hairy hands and feet, and pounced.

"It's great to see you again, Mr. Zhulai!"

"Me too. Zhu Lai said with a smile and hugged Qi Lang fiercely, but his hugging action was very precisely controlled, especially avoiding Qi Lang's forehead, because there was a big wound there recently. "I thought it would take a while for you to wake up. Zhu Lai looked at Qi Lang carefully, and that look almost reminded Qi Lang of Dr. Qom, "The stammering little doctor told me that it will take you about two months to wake up, and you may not even wake up for the rest of your life." He really scared me, I thought I'd never see you alive. ”

His name is Lu Huan...... He's back? You should be familiar with his grandfather. Qi Lang didn't know what to say, and he talked about those irrelevant people first.

Mr. Zhu Lai didn't mind Qi Lang's upside down, after all, he was a well-informed star, and he could handle a scene a hundred times more complicated than this. He was just smiling there, staring at Qi Lang's eyes with a soft gaze.

"They're beautiful. "I remember I mentioned to you that your eyes are beautiful and should have been inherited entirely from your mother," he exclaimed. ”

He pulled Qi Lang to the crystal coffin. It's a pity that those eyes are still asleep, their long eyelashes drooping, and they can't lift them softly and blink twice towards the outside world. However, judging from that outline, the excellent genetic information should have been accurately retained by Qi Lang.

Zhu Lai lay down on the coffin and looked at it carefully. If that kind of action appeared on another person, Qi Lang would definitely throw a punch without hesitation, knocking him to the ground in one fell swoop. But this time he didn't, because he knew that Zhu Lai's actions were not the slightest frivolous. His eyes were indeed full of admiration, but it should be extremely pure admiration, a love that was extremely inconsistent with his status as a prodigal son in love.

Zhu Lai's gaze stayed at the corner of her mouth, and then turned back to Qi Lang and sighed: "This is probably your shortcoming, because your mouth shape is inherited from your father." No matter how hard I try to accept it, it's not pretty...... Don't frown, let me put it another way, it looks majestic, or rather, it's not so annoying. ”

He laughed mischievously, as if his affectionate appearance had been completely disguised—he was still the cynical prodigal son, the gossip who hid his true feelings.

But Qi Lang was now sure that he would never use the slightest derogatory word on the man in front of him. He remembered very well that he had seen him when he was very young, not in Xiaqi Town three or four years ago, but in a much more distant past, probably in Lujia Town, or perhaps some other unknown small village.

He had come to visit his mother, but he pounced—of course he would, after all, in those days, Qi Lang himself had very few opportunities to be with his mother. However, he still found Qi Lang's replacement, and at that time, he also sang a song for Qi Lang, and that song had sounded in the prison of Xia Qi Town, but in that situation at that time, Qi Lang was not in the mood to pay attention to the meaning.

"A strong prince is the ...... my heart follows"

Mr. Zhu Lai had already recognized Qi Lang, maybe not at first sight, but it was the first time possible. In that environment, he couldn't awaken all the memories of the little guy, all he could do was relive the simple melody that hadn't sounded for a long time. But now, all the scattered memories have been patched, and there may be some small loopholes, but Qi Lang can already be sure that the Mr. Zhu Lai in front of him is the closest person besides his parents.

So Qi Lang was stumped again. He wasn't very good at expressing his emotions, especially in the complicated situation at the moment, and he didn't know what to say appropriately. Qi Lang opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out a word, which was exactly the same as Lu Huan's little stammering aphasia when he was eager.

Zhu Lai raised his eyebrows, deliberately turned his head sideways, and put his hand on his ear: "Oh, I heard it, you are saying thank you." You're thanking me for bringing the news here, and then you're taking it upon yourself to take your team and rush to the battlefield at full speed to save your bloody men. ”

"I'm sorry ......"

Qi Lang didn't know why he had spent so much effort to say such a frustrating three words.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhulai. But Qi Lang continued stubbornly, "I used to treat you like that, I used to misunderstand you like that, I'm really sorry...... I'm especially sorry for you, but I also broke the sword you gave me, that beautiful and very useful sword. ”

"Come on. Zhu Lai smiled and patted Qi Lang's shoulder, "I know that's not your truth, you bastard." What you should really say sorry for is that you completely forgot about me. You don't know how sad I was at the time, how sad I was. Because of your ignorance, my performance at the castle of Asaph was a big failure. Can you believe it, even Glenn, who doesn't know anything about music, can tell that I'm not performing at my best. That's frustrating enough, isn't it?"

Of course, Qi Lang would not believe Zhu Lai's nonsense, he definitely did not go to Asaph Castle to celebrate Old Henry's birthday, it was just a reason. He negotiated a deal with Old Henry, took the Hao Song Troupe to his death, and at the cost of this exchange for Qi Lang's trust in the Henry family, so such a team of soldiers was entrusted to Qi Lang's hands, and the labor expedition was carried from the extreme north of the continent to this distant eastern country.

However, Qi Lang heard Zhu Lai's intentions. He wanted to ease himself, just like when they first met, to accept this big star with a dazzling light all over his body, and believe that he was a person to be close to. Qi Lang already regarded him as a person who could be approached, but he was still a certain distance from true ease.

Zhu Lai unceremoniously patted Iglu on the back, and the snow wolf lazily dodged and gave way to the long stone bench he had been occupying all along. He pulled Qi Lang around and sat there side by side. At that moment, an unprecedented sense of security rose from Qi Lang's heart. On the left hand sat the gracious big star, and on the right hand sat the fateful companion, and nothing in this world could hurt him.

"Do you like it?" Zhu Lai set his eyes on the sparkling lake, but the question he asked had nothing to do with Xiangshui Lake, "I don't know if you understand music, but do you like this song?"

Qi Lang held his chin and thought for a moment, then replied, "Almost." ”

"What does it mean? I thought you'd say yes or no, but what does it mean?" Zhu Lai looked very hurt, "That's what I wrote to your mother—you know her name is Li'er, right? Of course, you may never have had the chance to call her that, except for your maternal grandfather, only your father and I would call her that, and everyone else generally calls her Queen Niangniang." ”

Qi Lang grinned, and the feeling of relaxation really came up: "I don't need you to remind me, I remember my mother's name, Luo Lier, and I also called her name like this when I was angry." Of course, she was so angry that she went crazy when she heard this, and even asked me to kneel twice because of this...... I don't feel much about your songs, though. I'll just tell you the truth. Because I prefer to listen to war songs, such as the war songs of the Spiral Army, which are very good. ”

"You're still the same, can't be tactful, don't understand the stinky boy. Zhu Lai didn't look depressed because of this, he just scolded, but made a promise, "Since you say so, I should fulfill a wish of the person I value the most, and one day, I will make a war song for you and your unnumbered troops." ”

"Hopefully it won't be too disappointing. Qi Lang turned his head and said with a sense of challenge, "It would be nice if I could reach half the level of the Battle Song of the Spiral Army." ”

Zhu Lai pursed his lips: "Believe me, that's not difficult." But for now, I still want to talk about this song "Dedicated to Lil" and talk about your mother. ”