E Mei: Three hundred and eighteen father and son


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318 father and son

This is the third update yesterday, because it was too late to write it, so I just put it up early in the morning. There are two more updates today. With the support of votes, OK?

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All the furnishings in the cabin are as they remembered, neat and clean, but there seems to be something missing. Yin Zizhang's wandering soul usually walks into his small room.

The small bamboo bed that I slept in was set aside, and on the wooden shelf by the window are piles of various small things, such as wooden cows, wooden horses, bamboo swords and small bows and arrows, etc., all made by Daddy in his childhood. of.

When he was a child, he felt that his father was simply an omnipotent god, no matter what he wanted, he could easily "change" out.

Yin Zizhang stared at these things for a moment, then turned and walked into his father's study room. There were not many real books in the room. There was a small desk beside the big desk. The four treasures in the study room above were all smaller than normal people. Number one.

These were made specifically for him when Dad taught him to read. He remembers very clearly that every morning, Dad would hold him and open the book to teach him literacy patiently.

After their family was taken to Lin's Manor, Dad had to go to the back mountain alone to retreat for his mother and him, and there was no time to literate and play with him like before.

Every time a family of three meets, they come and go in a hurry. Dad said that when his baby is born, the family can live together happily as before. As a result, they are waiting for the news of Dad’s death...

The old home suddenly reappeared. Yin Zizhang was in a state of confusion. He didn't know what the "everything" said by the elder, and he didn't dare to guess. He could only sit quietly in the room and wait for the answer to be revealed. .

The footsteps with a special rhythm approached from far away, and Yin Zizhang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He could feel that it was not the footsteps of the elder...who could it be?

He clenched the magical spirit stone hanging around his waist, and couldn't help holding his breath for fear that someone would be frightened away in the future.

The wooden door on the fence was gently pushed open and then closed. The sound of footsteps quickly came to the front of the house, the door was pushed open, and a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of Yin Zizhang.

The appearance of the visitor is very similar to Yin Zizhang, he looks less than 40 years old, and a few strands of white hair on his side give him a taste of maturity.

Except for those strands of white hair, this is exactly what Yin Zizhang remembered as A-Daddy.

The phrase "father" almost blurted out, but Yin Zizhang's throat suddenly seemed to be blocked by hot coals, unable to utter a word, just staring at the person in front of him.

Surprise, unbelief, doubt, resentment, confusion...All kinds of tastes rushed to my heart, even Yin Zizhang, who has a firm heart and a stone-like mind, finds it difficult to control himself.

The magical magical spirit stone sent by the demon fox is very powerful. Lin Zhenjin didn't notice anyone in the room before opening the door. The two father and son suddenly faced each other, staying in place for a while and forgot how to react.

After all, Lin Zhenjin is more experienced than Yin Zizhang, and soon recovered.

The son will suddenly appear here, and it is his second uncle’s masterpiece without asking.

He hasn't figured out how to face his son and get his forgiveness, but the matter is here, even if he turns around and leaves now. Moreover, Yin Zizhang was afraid that he would hate him as he left.

"A Zhang..." Lin Zhenjin took two steps, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to control his urge to step forward and embrace the only flesh.

Yin Zizhang calmed down slowly, and the expression in Lin Zhenjin's eyes gradually became very cold. He already felt clearly from the breath of Lin Zhenjin that he was the mysterious black monk who had seen him several times before.

"So you are still alive." Every word of Yin Zizhang was like a cold sharp arrow, piercing Lin Zhenjin's heart fiercely.

"I..." Lin Zhenjin wanted to explain, but thinking of everything that Yin Zizhang's mother and son had experienced, he felt that all the explanations were so pale and weak.

"My mother died, she suffered all the torture in front of me and committed suicide." Yin Zizhang fixedly looked at Lin Zhenjin.

If it weren't for this man, he and his mother would not be forced into Lin's Manor and be bullied by others.

If it weren't for this man, he and his mother wouldn't be chased and killed in desperation.

If it were not for this man, his mother would not be brutally killed by the wicked and buried in the wilderness.

He always thought that his father was harmed by an adulterer, so he could not protect him and his mother. He didn't expect that he was standing in front of him and was promoted to the Yuan Ying monk. Then his mother did it for this What are the misfortunes suffered by men?

Lin Zhenjin's face is pale and her body is shaking.

He secretly investigated and confirmed that his elder brother sent someone to do it, and he has cleaned up the few people who were responsible for hunting down his wife and children secretly in recent years.

He also learned of the tragic death of his wife from the memories of those people by using the soul search technique. At this moment, listening to Yin Zizhang's own words said this, he felt more heartache and guilty.

Yin Zizhang felt that there was a mass of anger in his chest shouting to blow his whole person to pieces. He didn't want to wait for a moment, let alone look at Lin Zhenjin for a while, pushing him away and striding out the door.

His home has been ruined. It was completely destroyed from the moment his mother died tragically. When he was struggling with his mother, Dad was not there. What's the point of suddenly appearing now?

His mother will never survive...

Yin Zizhang had just rushed out of the yard, suddenly a cold soft force surged, and his body shape stopped the castration.

The great elder walked up to him and said in a deep voice: "You just left like this?"

"Otherwise, what else, can you return my mother to me?" Yin Zizhang said with red eyes.

The great elder was speechless. He was most impatient with this kind of thinking about the old things and feelings. However, thinking of the value of these two fathers and sons to the Lin family and Zhaocai Sect, he still patiently said: "Back then, your father was The eldest brother and the third brother worked together to calculate and combined with outsiders in an ambush on the road and almost lost their lives. Because the injuries were too serious, it took five full years to wake up after being rescued. The emperor secretly sent someone to find out his whereabouts. He personally took him back for treatment and saved his life. This is in Zhaocai Sect, and no more than five people know."

After a pause, he said: "Zhen Jin’s soul card was sent by the younger brother who is in charge of managing the forbidden area of ​​the Thousand Soul Tower. F8 post, holding the palm and scabbard, and jumping, the book, the dive, and the reality, the thumb, the pen, and the pen. The animal husbandry presents a woman, the locust four-baked χ 厣 ё Li Nan  ⅲ   Mo ⒋ 蟆  ⑷  neon suffocation of the straw industry, stalks, scars, yarns ⅢPu Luan Chu Wei Kuai Meng Mao⒋蟆⑷Sentence 摹鸾袼⒎Look 忝Quietly the cylinder is hard and still playing Cai QiaoyiqiΑ!?br/>

Yin Zizhang recalled her mother’s performance on that day~IndoMTL.com~ Although she privately insisted that her husband is still alive, she did not publicize anything, let alone ask Lin’s people to help find his father’s whereabouts and verify him. She must have guessed that Lin’s people killed her husband.

I just don’t know why she is sure that his father is not dead...

It is impossible to lie to him with such an identity as the elder, but even so, Yin Zizhang still finds it hard to let go.

How could his mother's tragic death be wiped away with nothing. (To be renewed. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe, reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)

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