Affection

Han Jing immediately dispersed his consciousness the moment he fell, and at this moment, the situation of the entire courtyard was in full view of him, Han Jing let go of the doubts and speculations in his heart about the changes in his home, and he flew from the air to a room and fell outside the door.

In the doorway, Han Jing did not immediately push the door in, but exhaled vigorously, and then said softly, "Child Han Jing, come to visit your father"

"Bang Dang"

"Bang"

"Hmm"

After three rings in a row, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, as if the entire sky had been shrouded in a silent barrier.

Han Jing didn't break this silence, whether it was him or the people in the room, his heart was full of mixed feelings at the moment, the past experiences surfaced in his mind one by one, and the memories of the past echoed in his heart again.

Those feelings that have passed many years, and those feelings that have been buried deep by Han Jing, are so clear and close at this moment, as if everything just happened yesterday.

Although Han Jing has only been in the Han family for 14 years, these 14 years are the most important 14 years, and it is these 14 years that have created Han Jing's character today, and these 14 years are the 14 years when Han Jing's heart is most eager for affection.

But his father's indifference and Li's exploitation interrupted his heart's desire and completely closed his young heart.

This kind of closure is formless and substantial, even Han Jing's cultivation to the end of the Dan period cannot break this closure, this is a kind of self-protection in Han Jing's inner consciousness.

Han Jing also couldn't understand when this kind of closure began, as if it had been closed little by little in the first fourteen years, every indifference of Han Zhong and every exploitation of the Li family perfected the closure in his heart a little.

After more than ten years of accumulation, Han Jing has become the character he is today before entering the Aoyagi Sect, in the Aoyagi Sect, when his brother wanted to kill himself, the whole closure was finally completed, and Han Cheng's framing completely pushed Han Jing's heart into a lonely small world.

But Xiaobai's appearance slowly dissolved this closure, Xiaobai rescued Han Jing several times, making Han Jing relax his vigilance against him, and Xiaobai's free and happy personality continued to impact Han Jing's heart.

Gradually, this kind of closure was opened up a gap, Xiaobai was like a comedy affecting Han Jing at all times, every time he got along with Xiaobai, Han Jing could feel a kind of sincerity, a kind of happiness, Han Jing always felt that it should be his brother.

Han Zhong, Li Shi, Han Cheng, Han Xiaowu, and those thieves in Tianwu City, the faces of these people skimmed Han Jing's mind one by one, and all kinds of memories drowned Han Jing.

Until a slight inquiry came from the room, "Han Jing, are you really Han Jing?"

There was a slight sense of horror in this voice, as if his lips were trembling when he spoke, Han Jing came back to his senses from his memories, and he knew who the owner of this voice was, it was Han Cheng and Han Xiaowu's biological mother, Li.

For this Li family, Han Jing didn't know what to call it, thirty-two years of cultivation had diluted a lot of hatred in his heart, but his dislike for Han Cheng and Li couldn't be changed.

He let out a soft "um" and stopped talking.

He was waiting, waiting for the voice of another person in the room, and after a while, Han Jing's waiting was answered, and another old and weak voice came from the room, "Come in, come on, let's go"

The voice was weak and inaudible, as if it was difficult to say three words at once, but Han Jing could still hear it clearly.

"Squeak", although the courtyard is luxurious and noble, the door of this room seems to be rusty, Han Jing squeaked under a gentle push, but no one cared about the flaws of this door, Han Jing raised his foot and stepped in.

In the room, a thin old man was lying on the bed, Han Jing looked at the old man lying on the bed, this person's face was dotted, and his sparse hair was pale and weak floating on his head, but his eyes were flashing, and the moment Han Jing came in, the old man stared at him deadly, as if he wanted to see some clues from Han Jing.

The other old woman who was guarding the side of the bed seemed to be more energetic, and her old wrinkled hands were cooling the soup in the bowl little by little, but her eyes kept looking at Han Jing in horror.

For the old woman, Han Jing ignored it, he went straight to the bedside, and looked at Han Zhong who was lying on the bed and dying, he already knew the scene in front of him when his consciousness was dispersed, Han Jing was not too surprised.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, Han Jing can feel it, at this moment, Han Zhong is full of death, as if he may leave at any time, it is obvious that Han Zhong's life has come to an end, as long as a casual accident is enough to take him away.

Han Jing's gaze swept around Han Zhong, and finally met Han Zhong's eyes, and the strange father and son looked at each other like this.

There was a hint of relief, a hint of relief, a hint of joy, and a hint of worry in Han Zhong's eyes.

Han Zhong was still the head of the Han family at this time, since his three sons and daughters entered the Qingliu Sect one after another, Han Zhong's status in the Han family continued to soar, and finally, more than twenty years ago, Han Cheng and Han Xiaowu flew back from the Qingliu Sect with flying swords, and left the Han family after leaving some pills and some cultivation exercises.

Han Zhong also became the head of the Han family because of this, and the other big families in the entire Heavenly Dance City also surrendered to the Han family overnight, and at that time, Han Zhong's heart was surrounded by an unbreakable knot.

When Han Cheng and Han Xiaowu returned, Han Cheng said a piece of news that made Han Zhong's heart uneasy, his youngest son was thrown out of the mountain gate with broken hands for stealing the treasures of the Aoyagi Sect ten years ago.

But for ten years, Han Jing never went home, and Han Zhong's heart began to feel uneasy from that moment. was thrown out of the mountain gate with broken hands, and he didn't return for ten years, in Han Zhong's heart, Han Jing was afraid that something bad had already happened.

As the so-called tiger poison does not eat children, although Han Zhong has always been very indifferent to Han Jing, but in any case, Han Jing is also his own son, when he accidentally made his maid pregnant and gave birth to Han Jing, he felt that he owed a lot of money to his wife, so he treated Han Jing indifferently.

But with the migration of time, Han Zhong slowly began to get old, and his heart was slowly changing, and his indifference to Han Jing back then was like a spike.

Whenever Han Zhong thought of Han Jing, this spike would sting his heart, and for Han Jing's accident, Han Zhong put all the responsibility on himself.

After more than 20 years of inner torment, more than 20 years of self-blame, Han Zhong is aging much faster than ordinary people, originally the Li family is much older than Han Zhong, but at this moment, Han Zhong is much, much older than the Li family.

A faint smile appeared on Han Zhong's old face, his son, who he had thought had died a long time ago, was standing in front of him alive at the moment, so young, just like Han Cheng and Xiao Wu.

Han Zhong knew that this was a situation that would only appear after cultivating immortal arts, and his youngest son was also an immortal, and the relief in his heart made Han Zhong show a smile on his face.

More than twenty years of suffering and blame have all come to naught at this moment, what kind of feeling it is, maybe only Han Zhong himself knows.

Han Jing looked at Han Zhong in front of him, who was consuming his life little by little, for this father, Han Jing's heart was complicated and unspeakable, but no matter what kind of feelings he had, it didn't matter at the moment, because this old father was going to die.

After feeling that Han Zhong's life was rapidly draining, Han Jing finally let go of all the struggles in his heart, he smoothed the corners of his clothes with both hands, and knelt down in front of Han Zhong who was lying on the bed.

In the surprised eyes of Li and Han Zhong, Han Jing kowtowed three times and said, "Father, the child comes to fulfill his filial piety."

Han Zhong struggled excitedly to get up, he wanted to see this son of his, he had never seen his own child since Han Cheng and Xiao Wu came back once more than twenty years ago.

And when Han Cheng went home, he didn't have much family affection for his father, although he called his father, Han Zhong didn't feel the slightest sense of family affection.

Xiao Wu still respects herself, but Han Zhong still doesn't feel the kind of affection between father and daughter.

Now that Han Zhong is about to leave this world, what he wants most is not those status, fame and fortune, he only wants his three children to be able to gather around him, what he wants is a feeling of home.

However, he didn't get what he wanted. originally thought that he was going to end his life with no one to end his life, but at this last moment, his youngest son appeared.

Han Zhong, who was excited in his heart, seemed to have returned to the light, and got up with the support of the Li family, and his trembling voice was much louder than before, "Okay, okay, Jing'er, get up, get up and let my father see" Han Zhong's voice was a little choked.

Han Jing stood up, he already had a choice in his heart, and he no longer had other thoughts, at this moment, he just wanted to give this lonely father the last trace of warmth, leave a complete end to his life, in order to repay his father's nurturing kindness, and then end his only concern in the world, and embark on that endless path of cultivation.

Han Zhong looked at Han Jing carefully, I don't know if it was because of the excitement in his heart that made him hallucinate, or because the changes of time in more than thirty years made him forget Han Jing's original appearance, Han Zhong seemed to see the fourteen-year-old Han Jing.

In his eyes, Han Jing has not changed at all, his face is exactly the same as that of more than thirty years ago, he stretched out his old and weak hand, wanting to touch Han Jing's face, but he couldn't continue to lift his hand halfway through.

He looked at Han Jing with longing eyes, Han Jing silently put his face into Han Zhong's palm, and finally, Han Zhong touched his child again in more than 30 years, looking at the child in front of him who had been wronged in the Han family, Han Zhong's eyes finally fell bitter tears.

In order for his children to become immortals, he excitedly sent his children to the Aoyagi Sect one by one, but in the end, it was not as he imagined, the children returned after their cultivation, and then married a wife and had children, and he enjoyed the joy of having children and grandchildren.

In any case, he couldn't imagine how lonely and desolate his immortal father was in the huge courtyard, and in his heart, the Han family of his line had been cut off.

But touching Han Jing's face at this moment, Han Zhong once again felt the feeling of being connected by blood in his heart, felt that his blood was continuing, and he felt the existence of the future again at the moment when he was about to die.

Han Jing felt the warmth coming from Han Zhong's hand, this warmth was transmitted directly from his face to his heart, it was the family affection he longed for most many years ago, it was the love that belonged to his loved ones.

At this time, his state of mind that had not changed for many years finally changed for the first time, Han Jing's deep resentment towards Han Zhong completely turned into nothing at this moment, his heart was no longer cold, but full of a feeling of happiness, almost at the same moment, Han Jing and Han Zhong shed tears together.

Different tears contain the same feeling, but this kind of feeling comes and goes quickly, Han Zhong's stroking hand suddenly stopped on Han Jing's face, and then Han Jing lost that warm feeling, he looked at the arm that fell vertically in front of him in amazement, and when the arm fell in mid-air, he kissed the old arm.

"No ~~~~~!" a terrifying cry resounded throughout the city, and the entire city of the city stirred in a heart-rending cry, and countless mortals were awakened from their sleep by the scream, praying in the frightened and helpless night.

"No~~~~!" When Han Jing caught Han Zhong's fallen arm, an indescribable pain rose from his heart, this pain seemed to tear open his heart, Han Jing felt that his soul was trembling and splitting, as if something important had disappeared from his body.

Looking at his father who left with a smile in front of him, Han Jing's tears finally couldn't stop flowing, tears fell like raindrops, staining the ground, and he gently put his hand on Han Zhong's face.

After a long time, the residual warmth in his hand gradually disappeared, and what came from his palm was the coldness of Han Zhong's corpse, and Han Jing's heart fell into a coldness again with the coldness of his palm.

At the moment when Han Zhong died, Han Jing felt that the whole world had become cold, and an aura of indifference spread from the air around him, and this indifference turned into an invisible loneliness that enveloped Han Jing in it.

The greatest pain in the human world is to watch his loved ones disappear in front of him, Han Zhong gave Han Jing the affection and warmth he longed for at the last moment of his life, but then left sorrow and pain, at this moment Han Jing only had infinite sadness and sorrow in his heart.

For someone who had never felt loved, Han Zhong gave too much in the end, but what he took away was just as heavy, Han Jing rushed to the sky like crazy, his body turned into a meteor, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.