For the same thing, some people cry and others laugh, it depends on the person.

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Silently weeping, silently grieving.

Only then did Qingqing realize what it means for a man to not shed tears easily, but he has not yet reached the point of being sad.

Kneeling in front of the coffin, she sobbed softly: "Mom, I don't understand why you have to be so good-natured, why do you just..."

Qingqing showed resentment: "Mom, you said he is my father, but he has not come to see you for these few days. He...he..."

Sighing out in one breath, Qing Qing tilted her head fiercely, as if she didn't want Jun Wang to see her tears.

Qingqing, you have to be strong and be a good and determined man like your father.

"I don't want to be strong." Qingqing's tears welled up: "There is nothing good about being like him, he is just a cold and heartless person."

Qingqing, don't blame your parents. It's not that they don't miss you, it's just that your father doesn't know you are there. Don't ever blame them, okay.

Qingqing, you must always remember that your surname is Zuo, and your father is Zuo Wuzhou, a peerless hero.

Qingqing burst into tears, her handsome face filled with unspeakable sorrow and indignation.

Yes, he is an unparalleled hero, so what. He is just an unparalleled hero, not like a father at all.

"When I see him, I know that he is my father. But, mother, you don't know. When I see him, I will worship him, I will admire him, but I will not feel that it is my father in him. I can't find it. It feels like he is his son."

"He is a great hero, but he is too far away from me. He is not a father." Qingqing murmured in confusion.

So far away, Qingqing felt that he didn't look like his father. So far away, Qingqing felt that he was not his son. There was no sense of closeness or intimacy at all.

"I'm not a great hero. I'm a selfish person just like your mother."

A sound came from behind, Qingqing's whole body shook violently

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Zuo Wuzhou looked very calm.

Qingqing and Zuo Wuzhou are somewhat similar in appearance. Compared with Zuo Wuzhou's toughness and bravery, Qingqing has less experience in the world, and his appearance has inherited a softness from Ji Xiaomo, making him look handsome rather than heroic.

This was the first time Qingqing saw his father up close.

If it weren't for the fact that soul monks tend to have long lifespans and youthful looks, Qing Qing would really find it hard to believe that this young man in front of him, who looks about the same age as him, could be his father.

The father and son, who had almost never met, looked at each other carefully.

Suddenly there was a son who was more than 200 years old standing in front of him. It felt very subtle and strange. Zuo Wuzhou never felt that he was very old. He had not yet given birth to children. Now that he had a son, it felt even weirder. Already.

Zuo Wuzhou held back the soft feeling that was touched in his heart, as if an extraordinary emotion was awakened from the deepest part of his heart.

Noticing Qing Qing's anger, Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "I only learned of your existence for the first time a few days ago. This is probably the real first time we have met. If you don't want to get close to me, it doesn't matter."

For a while, it was difficult for me to get close to a son who suddenly had no feelings at all, a son who I didn’t live with at all.

"But, you have to accept it, and you have to get close to your mother." Zuo Wuzhou slowed down his voice.

Qingqing and Ji Xiaomo have met before, and they were taken care of by Ji Xiaomo when they were children. However, after not being able to see his mother for more than two hundred years, Qingqing may not be without resentment, nor may he not have a weak family affection. .

Qingqing bulged his eyes, not sure if he was angry or indignant, but also had a hint of hidden resentment.

Yes, before I was ten years old, I ran around with my mother, but later on, I only saw her once every few decades. Is she still my mother? How could there be no resentment?

Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "She is your biological mother. She did something wrong before. She should not have left you to Jun Wang, but she knows that she missed your growth. You can hate her for a while, but you cannot hate her for the rest of your life. "

Qingqing remained silent and suddenly raised his head: "I don't hate you."

"But I don't love you either."

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Zuo Wuzhou frowned and smiled.

His son was treated differently. Judging from his words, it was not that he had no affection for Ji Xiaomo, but he just had resentment in his heart.

On the contrary, what Qingqing neither loves nor hates is his father.

In fact, Zuo Wuzhou should be lucky. If Jun Wang hadn't always talked to Qing Qing about his father, Ling Qing Qing would have had many fantasies about his father, most of which would have had no family affection at all.

Qingqing was undoubtedly a little uncomfortable and said angrily: "Why are you laughing?"

Shaking his head, Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "When I knew you were here, it was actually hard for me to accept it." He raised his finger lightly and said, "Suddenly, a son as old as you is."

"You are already over two hundred years old. It is difficult for me to talk to you as a child." Zuo Wuzhou paused: "In this case, it is better to speak more clearly."

Looking at Qing Qing intently, Zuo Wuzhou's voice vibrated: "It doesn't matter whether you love me or hate me, whether you admit it or not. I am your father and you are my son."

"Frankly speaking, don't say you can't get close to me, and I can't get close to you. This is just the first time we've met and gotten along. It's hard for you to treat me as a father, and it's hard for me to treat you as a father. You are my son."

"No matter how much you are dissatisfied and resentful towards me." Zuo Wuzhou endured his temper and said slowly: "From today on, I will try to be a qualified father until..."

Turning around, he left a message: "Until there is no such barrier between us."

"Qingqing remember, your surname is Zuo, Zuo Wuzhou's Zuo"

Zuo Wuzhou strode out and looked at the sky, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Qingqing? Passionate

Zuo Wuzhou walked to Ji Xiaomo, who was secretly stroking her tears and feeling sad, put his arm around her shoulders and said lowly: "Don't be sad, give him some time, and give us some time."

"Now you can go in. I'm sure he won't ignore you anymore."

Ji Xiaomo showed infinite joy and hurriedly walked away. Zuo Wuzhou suddenly said: "Who gave the name Qingqing?"

Ji Xiaomo paused in his steps and said quietly without looking back: "I originally called him An'er."

A light boat will always reach the shore

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I personally carried Jun Wang's coffin and came to a place with great scenery.

Zuo Wuzhou looked at Qingqing and Ji Xiaomo and put down the coffin: "Come, let's go together."

His hands were immersed in the soil like shovels, digging out the soil bit by bit.

You forget, I am here to personally see you off on your last journey in this world.

Don't forget me

I will never forget you. Never.

One day, I will personally resurrect you, face to face, and return to you everything I owe you...

Ji Xiaomo and Qing Qing walked over silently and used their hands to dig out the burial place for Jun Wang.

Qingqing burst into tears. The family relationship of more than two hundred years was definitely not comparable to the weak family relationship between Zuo Wuzhou and Ji Xiaomo.

Zuo Wuzhou silently hid his grief in his heart, lifted the coffin with his own strength, and gently placed it in the pit: "I'll come. You just go aside."

Ji Xiaomo walked away silently with Qing Qing, and suddenly came back: "Actually... that day in the Tianjun Sect, the person who spent the night with you..."

Zuo Wuzhou stood up and shook his head slowly: "No need to say it, I already know it."

"You know?" Ji Xiaomo was surprised: "When did you know?"

"A few days ago, when you Wang Wang died." Zuo Wuzhou said calmly, unable to hide his sadness.

That year, that night, that woman.

From the time when Jun Wang fell, Zuo Wuzhou solved the mystery that had been buried for hundreds of years. The woman that night was definitely not Jun Wang.

He got drunk that night and stayed drunk for hundreds of years. It wasn't until Jun Wangshen died that Zuo Wuzhou woke up.

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A faint hint of bitterness rippled through my heart, causing an incomparable throbbing pain.

Perhaps, that night that night, Jun Wang already had the heart to bloom and wither. At least, when he was imprisoned, he must have had the ambition to seek benevolence.

These hundreds of years have been a unnecessary ordeal for a woman who pursues perfection and only wants to be perfect her whole life.

In particular, Ji Xiaomo also handed over Qing Qing to Jun Wang to raise him. Perhaps, in the past two hundred years of Qing Qing, Jun Wang had never had an easy time.

It's hard to imagine how it feels to have a son by your side, but it's from the person you love and your lover.

Flowers bloom and fade, joys and sorrows come and go, how can there be so much perfection.

Zuo Wuzhou fell into a trance.

At this moment, a bolt of thunder and lightning struck, suddenly, like a thunder and lightning bombardment, hitting Zuo Wuzhou.

What a sudden attack.
Chapter completed!