Inner Valley, the residence of Lo Wenbin. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the father and daughter walked in, Luo Wenbin was coughing incessantly.

However, in the past month, Luo Wenbin seems to have aged a lot.

Luo Qingyu couldn't help frowning. Compared with the previous time, my father's spirit seems to have weakened a little. The last time I visited, my father's face was at least a little bloody, but this time it was completely pale, and even a little blue.

"Dad, your body ......"?

Luo Wenbin was suddenly stunned, stared at Luo Qingyu for a long time, and said with a faint smile: "For a long time, you haven't called me that."

"Yes......", Luo Qingyu also smiled faintly and said, "I don't think so."

After a simple conversation, father and son chose to remain silent at the same time. In the quiet atmosphere, the father looked at the son, and the son looked at the father.

At this moment, both father and son had a faint smile on their faces, but it seemed to be more bitter.

"Grandpa...... Grandpa ......", Niuniu pulled the corner of Luo Wenbin's clothes, shook her little head, and shouted: "Let's go outside to play, okay?"

"Okay, ......", Luo Wenbin pinched Niuniu's little hand and shook it, then gently patted Niuniu's head, and said with a doting smile: "Niuniu, you can play alone for a while, grandpa will accompany you to play later, I have something to discuss with your father."

"Oh", Niuniu nodded as if she didn't understand, and seemed a little disappointed. But the little guy was obedient, and ran to the door to play alone.

"Say it......", Luo Wenbin looked up at his son in front of him, and said in a harmonious voice: "What are you looking for me?"

Luo Qingyu said lightly: "As a son, do you have to have something to come to your father, can't I come to see you when I'm fine?"

Luo Wenbin suddenly smiled bitterly, and then said astringently: "Since it's okay, there is something to say to me."

Luo Qingyu was silent for a long time, and said, "This time, I used black snow."

Luo Wenbin was not surprised at all, nor was he surprised, and said: "I know, Lao Xie has already told me."

Luo Qingyu's face turned cold, and he continued coldly: "Although the tragedy of Qingshui Villa was planned and implemented by Duanmu Jing back then, fortunately, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and this old thief has now died in the hands of Xiaofeng." The great revenge has been avenged, and the soul of Qingshui Villa should also rest in peace."

Luo Wenbin was not surprised at all, nor was he surprised, and said: "I already know this."

"Also, Xiaoxue left ......."

"What ......", Luo Wenbin's eyes widened instantly, staring at Luo Qingyu, and asked sharply: "Xue'er is gone, where did she go"?

Luo Qingyu pondered for a long time, and said lightly: "I should have returned to Qingshui Villa, I just left this morning."

Luo Wenbin was stunned for a moment, slowly lowered his head, frowned, and said, "Back to Qingshui Villa, is Xue'er alone?"

"No, ......", Luo Qingyu shook his head slowly, and said slowly: "It's two people."

"Two people"?

"Xiaoxue and Xiaofeng walked together".

"What are you talking about......", Luo Wenbin jumped up in shock, suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Luo Qingyu, and after staring at it for a long time, he asked uncertainly: "Feng'er...... Belch...... Xiaofeng he ...... He's been back"?

"Came back last night".

"Really, Xue'er really went back to Qingshui Villa with him"?

Even though Luo Qingyu said it himself, Luo Wenbin still felt a little unbelievable.

"How is that possible...... How can this be ......"?

"How is it possible"?

"Xiaofeng, how could he come back"?

Luo Qingyu smiled coldly and said, "Because he is Yang Xiaofeng."

After saying this, he walked straight out.

In the distance, my father's jerky and sarcastic wry laughter came from behind.

"Hehe......".

Luo Qingyu paused, sighed and smiled bitterly, and finally walked out.

With a wry smile, Luo Wenbin's body instantly slumped and fell directly on the chair.

The expression on his face seemed to be pain, self-blame, and even a hint of guilt......

"Xue'er and Xiaofeng have returned to Qingshui Villa together......".

Luo Wenbin muttered in a low voice.

The expression on his face suddenly became a little more worried.

It's normal for a father to worry about his daughter. But for some reason, the next moment, the expression on his face instantly changed from worry to thick fear, outright fear.

But what was he afraid of?

Duanmu Jing is dead, and there is no one left to threaten him. At this moment, what else does he have to fear, isn't it, from beginning to end, the person he fears is not Duanmu Jing at all?

At this moment, Luo Wenbin wanted to rush out desperately to tell his son all the truth and secrets, but it was difficult for him to move half a step.

At this moment, his heart was completely occupied by fear, and at this moment, he did not have the courage to tell the truth to his son.

At this moment, he had no strength in his body at all.

At this moment, he could only watch his son's back like this, watch him walk away step by step, and finally completely disappear outside the door.

As soon as Luo Qingyu went out, he ran into Xie Shan.

Xie Shan was holding a bowl of decoction in his hand.

"Uncle Xie, my father's ...... illness"?

Although after the previous incident, the relationship between Luo Qingyu and his father seems to have faded a lot, but the level of worry about his father in his heart has not decreased at all.

Just ask, there is a son who will always blame his father for making some mistakes.

"Alas......", Xie Shan didn't say much, just shook his head slightly and sighed.

Luo Qingyu frowned and said: "What kind of severe wind and cold is my father, it has been almost half a year since the beginning of winter, and the medicine is only eaten as a meal, why hasn't it improved?"

Xie Shan said lightly: "The decoction is just to recuperate the illness on the body, and the master's illness can be cured by taking a few pairs of medicines......."

Luo Qingyu's face instantly turned much colder.

Xie Shan continued: "The master's illness is not in his body, but in his heart. How can the disease of the heart be cured well by ordinary decoctions"?

Luo Qingyu only smiled bitterly. Perhaps, he didn't want to listen to Xie Shan's words, but he had to admit it.

He smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, my father is not sick in his heart, but he thinks he is in debt."

"What debt"?

"Debt of human life".

Xie Shan said lightly: "The debt of human life owed by the master, haven't you already helped him pay it back?"

"Yes, I have ...... again", looking up, Luo Qingyu's gaze suddenly became extremely distant, as if it was ...... As if he wanted to see his sister who had long since gone through the barrier in front of him, after a long time, he bowed his head and said: "However, I have only paid back a very small part, and it is really small compared to the debt he owes." As for the rest of the debt, let Xiaoxue spend a lifetime to repay it slowly for him."

Time is the strangest thing in the world, sometimes it is only a quarter of an hour, but it feels like a century has passed, and sometimes it feels like only a quarter of an hour has passed.

The summer quickly wore off, and before you knew it, it was early autumn.

For three months, Lin Yuhan has spent three full months in agony. The three months after Yang Xiaofeng left were completely torture for her.

Lin Yuhan was in pain and sad, but sometimes she felt that her sadness was a little ridiculous.

Why should she be sad?

Isn't it obvious that she brought all this on herself, she has always been amorous to herself. Didn't she already know that this day would eventually come, didn't she already know that it was destined to be the end she is now from the beginning, and why should she suffer?

This is feelings, and feelings are meant to be like this. A person's affection for another person is the most unreasonable and unjustified emotion in this world, otherwise, it is not an emotion.

Forget the building.

Forget each other...... Forget each other...... , obviously said that it should be forgotten, but why is it that the more you forget, the more unforgettable it is?

The building is still the same building as yesterday, and the courtyard is still the same as yesterday's, but what about the person from yesterday?

The building is still there, the courtyard is still there, and where are the people?

Thinking about it, Lin Yuhan burst into tears.

The early autumn wind, soft but also fierce, blew over, blowing her long hair that was scattered behind her.

Immediately, she strode out against the wind, letting the wind dry the tears on her face.

Gradually, her figure completely disappeared into the endless flow of people in Jinling City.

Where is she going?