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Luo Tianming looked at the Forgotten Worry Pavilion in front of him, and suddenly said, "Mu Bai, how old are you?"

Time Gu walks on his own, and never pays attention to the joys and sorrows of the world.

Except for young children, I am afraid that there is no one in this world who does not let out such an emotion.

Luo Mubai sighed lightly: "Sixteen or seventeen, I can't remember." ”

He smiled bitterly and said, "Father, time flies too fast, and there are too many things to remember, so why care about an age." ”

Luo Tianming smiled and sighed: "In another nineteen days, you will be seventeen years old." ”

His gaze wandered around the Forgotten Worry Pavilion, and then said, "Do you know, you are as old as this Forgotten Worry Pavilion, and when your mother gave birth to you, I built this Forget Worry Pavilion. ”

Luo Mubai looked at the white hair on his father's head, and his voice trembled slightly: "My mother and I said that the word 'forget worries' was still inscribed by my father himself when it was built. ”

As he spoke, soybean-sized tears quietly fell from Luo Mubai's eyes.

Forget about worries.

In the Forget Worry Pavilion, can you really forget your worries?

For Luo Tianming, this may just be a luxury.

Looking at the dark night outside the attic, Luo Tianming suddenly said, "Mu Bai, go back and rest." ”

Luo Mubai said: "Where is my father?"

Luo Tianming smiled: "I'll stay for a while." ”

Luo Mubai said: "Then the father will go back earlier." ”

After speaking, he shook his body and walked towards the darkness, before parting, he took a deep look at the crack that made the Forgotten Worry Pavilion 'split in two', and there was a glint in his eyes.

Then, his slender figure gradually merged with the darkness.

His back is very lonely and lonely.

Looking at his figure, a soft smile appeared on the corner of Luo Tianming's lips, and the warming of the emotions between father and son was always a pleasant thing.

Luo Tianming looked at Feng Ling and said, "Feng Ling, do you have something to do tomorrow?"

Feng Ling shook his head: "No." ”

Luo Tianming drank all the fragrant tea in the cup, and said happily: "Then let's stay in the house tomorrow and eat together."

"It's been a year, and I have to have a reunion dinner. ”

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The long night is not young.

In the darkness, Xiao Hong's coquettish voice came out: "It turns out that you have already guessed that Dean Zhuang will go to King Qi's Mansion. ”

Xiao Che smiled, and just as he was about to say something, the laughter suddenly stopped, and the words seemed to be blocked in his throat like a rock.

Following his sparkling eyes, I saw that at the door of Nanxi's study, a little girl with her arms and knees crossed, curled up under the dim lantern and waiting.

It was Yurou, she didn't know when she would wake up, and she didn't know when she was waiting here.

The bone-chilling cold penetrated through her thin clothes, clutching her thin body like a pitch-black giant palm, and Yurou listened to the sound of her teeth chattering, and gradually, the sound disappeared.

In the depths of the study, a slender shadow flew over, hurriedly wrapped the mink coat in her hand around Yurou's body, and said angrily: "You kid is always so willful. ”

Yurou shivered from the cold, but her tears were hot, she lay in her arms and cried loudly: "Mother, why hasn't Daddy come back?"

This woman's name is Mu Qing Youruo, who is Yurou's mother.

Mu Qingyouruo hugged Yurou in her arms tightly, and two lines of creamy tears flowed from her eyes, and comforted: "Wait a while, just a while......

"He was back soon. ”

In the cold wind like a knife, the mother and daughter were tightly wrapped together, The cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made the real world in front of them seem to turn into a dead gray, they felt that the whole world was like a huge piece of ice, and they were the last life forms tightly bound by this ice.

Seeing such a scene, Xiao Hong couldn't help but wet her cheeks with tears.

But soon, the hot tears froze in the cold wind, and they hurt like silver needles.

Xiao Che now knows that it turns out that Yurou's surname is Zhuang, Zhuang Yurou, and her father is Zhuang Nantian, who has been separated for thirteen years.

He suddenly understood, understood why Yurou was obviously a child, but her heart was full of gloom.

also understood her arrogance and her unreasonableness.

Yurou is now thirteen years old, she has never seen her father since she was born, for a little girl who has not had a father's love since she was a child, no matter how unreasonable she is, no matter how arrogant she is, it is understandable.

She just wanted to prove that she still had someone to hurt in this way.

Xiao Che smiled and muttered: "It turns out that you are unreasonable in front of me, and you really regard me as a big brother." ”

Only in front of the most familiar people will they be unscrupulous and will never suffer from gains and losses.

Xiao Hong looked at Xiao Che, but Xiao Che pretended to avoid her gaze and said, "Let's go, don't disturb them." ”

Rao is Xiao Che disguised it well, but in the end Xiao Hong still found out.

At the moment of turning around, a tear slipped from the corner of Xiao Che's eyes.

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In the dark, Zhuang Nantian walked in the snow.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mu Qing's tearful eyes instantly froze, and a trace of charm flashed out in his empty and godless eyes as if he had grasped the last life-saving straw.

Yurou's petite body also froze.

She looked at the slender and burly figure and asked tentatively, "Daddy?"

Zhuang Nantian burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Hey, good... Good daughter. ”

Yurou suddenly hissed and cried bitterly, like a little girl who was lost in the forest, her empty eyes were very helpless and pitiful.

She threw herself at Zhuang Nantian and threw herself into his arms, her arms as if to crush his neck, and she opened her mouth wide and bit him the shoulder.

Zhuang Nantian's heart was extremely sad, the nerves in his body were numb as if they had been struck by lightning, and the harder Yurou bit it, the more the wordless pain in his heart could be relieved.

Zhuang Nantian hugged Yurou tightly and refused to let go, his eyes looked over Yurou's long black hair, looked at Mu Qing Youruo, and said apologetically: "Youruo." ”

Mu Qingruo stared at him with tearful eyes, and said hatefully: "Why don't you die outside?"

As she spoke, she held back the tears in her eyes, but they slid down her cheeks without any anger.

She had never really blamed him.

Zhuang Nantian stepped forward, took her and Yurou in his arms with his big hand, buried his vicissitudes of life in her soft and smelling green silk, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. ”

Mu Qingyouruo broke away from his powerful palm, wiped away the tears on his face, glared at Zhuang Nantian, and said, "Go back, the food is cold." ”

After speaking, Mu Qingyouruo simply turned around and walked towards the depths of the study.

She is also a woman, but her back is very strong, even strong to make people feel heartbroken.

Looking at her back, Zhuang Nantian's eyes were pantothenic.

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Without the slightest warning, the Nanxi study, which was originally shrouded in the bleak and cold night fog, suddenly brightened up, as if it was attached to a sea of lights.

The dark midnight suddenly seemed like day.

Zhuang Nantian froze in place, looking at the vast sea of lights in front of him in horror, this was the study disciples welcoming their dean back.

But no one showed up.

Because Zhuang Nantian is like a god-like existence in their minds, he is the hero of the study, and the hero's sorrow is often only suitable for wine, not for the kind of crowded and tsunami-like scene.

The lights of Nanxi Study have not been extinguished all night.

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Yu Kongming has been waiting for him for a long time, although his cloudy eyes are also full of hope, he still maintains a serene and usual look, as if the past thirteen years have only been a blink of an eye, and Zhuang Nantian has never left Nanxi Study.

Beside him, a shadow stood delicately.

She has a delicate figure, like a lilac flower, although not so delicate, but exudes a faint fragrance, which is intoxicating.

Yu Kongming's big disciple, Zhuang Nantian's senior sister, Liu Xi.

Her willow eyebrows were lightly raised, and her big eyes seemed to be filled with smoke.

Soon, the familiar face came into view, and although his face had been baptized by the wind and frost of time, the clear and profound outline was still the same as thirteen years ago.

Zhuang Nantian had tears in his eyes, and he shook his body: "Master, senior sister." ”

A smile suddenly appeared on Yu Kongming's gloomy face, like the sunshine suddenly appeared in the gloomy weather, he pretended to be calm, but his voice trembled slightly: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Zhuang Nantian burst into tears in his eyes, bowed again, and then bowed to the ground, his forehead was tightly pressed against the ice and snow to his bones, and the tears in his heart seemed to make him forget the cold of ice and snow.

Liu Xi held back the tears in his eyes and forced a smile, but the smile was very bitter, as misty as a faint vista, as if it was out of reach, and it was about to leave.

After a long time, Sakura's lips twitched slightly, but the whimpering voice was so low that she couldn't even hear it clearly.

Zhuang Nantian smiled, his heart like a mirror.

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