The grandfather suddenly stared at Ye Qingtian: "You are not the good son you gave birth to, but you kidnapped your daughter for twenty years without saying a word. Is this what a human does?"
He raised his hand and pointed angrily at Ye Jingfeng: "Do you still remember what you said in the Yan Mansion Courtyard?
You said you would protect her for the rest of her life, prevent her from suffering any grievances, protect her from wind and rain, and let me trust you to leave my daughter to you.
I knew you were not a good person and would never agree to it, but Bi Tong is stupid and insists on following you wholeheartedly.
Now you know, if you marry a useless man, you will suffer a lot!"
The wound on Ye Jingfeng's back that was struck by the bamboo stick was still bleeding, and his clothes were dirty, so he did not take care of it.
He listened to his grandfather's words as if he couldn't feel the pain. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground, thinking about what happened in the past.
He once thought that he was the man who loved Yan Bingtong the most in the world and could protect his beloved wife, but... in the recent days, he reunited with his wife. After a brief period of guilt, Ye Jingfeng fell into an unprecedented situation.
of happiness.
Looking at Yan Bingtong, whose face was young and always smiling, and Kong was punished, he pretended that nothing had happened and maintained the love between husband and wife.
Now Ye Qingtian and Grandpa's reminder made Ye Jingfeng predict something... Once, Kong Kong told him that Yan Bingtong jumped into the Fiery Cave. When he saw Yan Bingtong again, Ye Jingfeng thought it was just Yan Bingtong doing it for him.
A deception used to escape emptiness.
Until this moment, Ye Jingfeng's eyes suddenly tightened and turned slightly red, and his hands under his long sleeves clenched into fists... Could it be said that Yan Bingtong really jumped into the Fiery Cave?
The Divine Moon Elf, the Red Flame Spirit Girl, is born of fire.
Yan Bingtong has experienced twenty years of torture, but her appearance is still young because this body was reborn from the Nirvana of Desire.
Night Jingfeng lowered his head, his eyes were as red as blood, covered with clear and distinct red threads.
During this time, the family of four was reunited so happily and warmly that people forgot Yan Bingtong's pain.
Even though Ye Jingfeng felt guilty, knew that Yan Bingtong had been having a hard time these years, and felt sorry for his wife, he could never empathize with her, and she didn't know how those dark and cold nights made a girl with lofty ideals endure until she is now.
The red flame spirit girl.
Ye Jingfeng didn't know anything... "Bitong."
Ye Jingfeng lowered his voice, as if he was trying hard to control the emotions that were about to explode, suppressing all the pain.
He has no right to suffer.
Yan Bingtong softened her heart. She loved this man deeply. She had loved him deeply for the past few decades and missed him every moment.
Just as Yan Bingtong was about to walk towards Ye Jingfeng, Grandpa clenched Yan Bingtong's hand tightly and glared at Grandpa as if he didn't want to fight.
Grandpa has a strong personality and a very bad temper. Such a glare can scare a three-year-old child to tears. On the contrary, Yan Bingtong saw the look in Grandpa's eyes and felt that it was particularly kind and warm.
Yan Bingtong hugged her grandfather with both hands and said in a soft voice: "Mother..." "Go."
Grandpa let go of his hand, and his expression under the shadow of the moonlight was a little sad.
When you have a lover, who still remembers your mother?
The grandfather smiled bitterly, and in an instant his age became much darker. He looked up at the bright moon, and the corners of his drooped mouth raised a wry smile.
Yan Bingtong walked to Ye Jingfeng and squatted down, hurriedly took out the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on the wound on Ye Jingfeng's back, then stretched out her hands, staggered the bleeding wound, and gently hugged Ye Jingfeng.
Ye Jingfeng buried his face in Yan Bingtong's chest. The iron-clad man actually choked with sobs: "Bitong, it was me who hurt you. I am not a good husband, let alone a good father."
Ye Qingtian said quietly: "He's not a good son yet."
Qing Ge lightly rubbed the center of his eyebrows and looked at Ye Qingtian with a slight headache. Grandpa really watched the excitement and was not afraid of big troubles.
It is true that the scene of this day has been imagined in Qingge's heart too many times, but she did not know that the reality is so dramatic.
"It seems you still know your son's virtue."
Grandpa snorted.
"That's not my son. I don't have such a son. He's clearly your son-in-law."
Ye Qingtian put his hands on his hips, glared, and said angrily.
Ye Jingfeng: "..." Qing Ge coughed dryly, pulling Jiu Ci and Ye Wuhen's two brothers out, leaving some space for the elders.
At this time, the Lin sisters appeared in front of the Mo Mansion compound. On the high wall of the Mo Mansion, a bloody figure stood.
Mo Xie stood for a while, smiling bitterly, leaning against the high wall, looking at the courtyard with complex eyes.
My mother, Su Ya, was a gentle and elegant person. The cool breeze at night was slightly chilly, so she and several maids came out of the room.
The maid held the guqin and the table and stool and placed them on the edge of the courtyard. Su Ya sat on the stool and played the qin with both hands.
Although Su Ya has reached middle age, her hands are extraordinarily slender and tender, like a girl's. However, during this year, her eyebrows and eyes have looked tired, so that her whole person is full of vicissitudes, and her face is not as rosy as before.
The entire Mo Mansion exudes a strong smell of incense. In the room next to Su Ya and his wife, there is a Buddha statue.
Every morning and evening, Su Ya would go in and light incense, then kneel in front of the futon to chant sutras and pray, or copy Buddhist scriptures and pray.
After evening, Su Ya would play the piano in the yard, occasionally looking at the bright moon, and often thinking of her son in the distance.
The sound of the piano is heard everywhere, and the lingering sound echoes around the beams.
"Where's the master?"
Su Ya asked.
Every time she would play the piano in the yard after reciting, her husband would be beside her, painting, reciting poems, or listening silently.
But this time, looking around the four courtyards, her husband was nowhere to be seen.
The maid took a step forward, leaned forward and replied: "Madam, the Ye family's general and Mrs. Yan have returned, as well as the Night King brother and sister."
"Are you back..." Su Ya looked slightly startled, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed; immediately, Su Ya smiled bitterly: "The Ye family has a good daughter."
After saying that, Su Ya's face turned gloomy, and her piano tone was slightly resentful... When will her Xie'er come back?
Can I still... come back... There was a snap, and the strings broke, cutting Su Ya's finger.
Hiss - Su Ya took a sharp breath, looked down, and saw blood overflowing from her fingertips.
"lady!"
The maid came over worriedly.
Su Ya smiled: "It's okay."
Suddenly, the night wind was melodious, and a figure swept straight over and appeared in front of Su Ya. He nervously held Su Ya's wrist and checked her injuries.
Su Ya was stunned, and suddenly looked up. A golden light caught her eye, and she saw only a cold mask.
Above the mask, a few strands of hair hang down.
Mo Xie took out the medicine and bandaged Su Ya's finger, "Does it hurt?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Su Ya's heart suddenly trembled.
"Xie'er, is that you?"
Su Ya tried her best to open her eyes wide. Under the bright moonlight, her beautiful face looked pale, and two lines of tears fell down.