Grandpa suddenly glared at Ye Qingtian: "You are not the good son you gave birth to. You kidnapped your daughter for twenty years without saying a word. Is this what a human does?" He raised his hand and pointed at Ye Jingfeng angrily:
"Do you still remember what you said in the Yan Mansion Courtyard? You said you would protect her for the rest of your life, not let her suffer any grievances, shelter her from the wind and rain, and let me feel at ease to hand over my daughter to you. I knew it long ago
You are not a good person, you will never agree, but Bitong is stupid and insists on following you wholeheartedly
.Now, you know, marrying a useless man will suffer all the hardships!" Ye Jingfeng's back was still bleeding from the wounds of the bamboo strips, and his clothes were dirty, and he didn't go to deal with it. He listened to his grandfather's words
As if he couldn't feel the pain, he lowered his head, looked at the ground with empty eyes, and what had happened in his mind appeared in his mind.
I once thought that I was the man who loved Yan Bitong the most in the world and could also protect my beloved wife, but...
In recent days, after a brief period of guilt, Ye Jingfeng fell into an unprecedented sense of happiness.
Looking at Yan Bitong, who always smiles young, and Kongxu received some punishment, he pretended that nothing had happened before, maintaining the love between the couple. Now Ye Qingtian and his grandfather’s reminder made Ye Jingfeng
What had been expected... Once, Kongxu told him that Yan Bitong jumped out of the fire cave. When he saw Yan Bitong again, Ye Jingfeng thought that it was just a trick that Yan Bitong used to escape from Kongxu. Until this moment, Ye Jing
The wind's eyes suddenly crunched, slightly red, long
The hands under the sleeves clenched into fists...
Could it be that Yan Bitong really jumped out of the fire cave? The Divine Moon Elf, the Red Flame Spirit Woman, was born of fire. Yan Bitong has experienced twenty years of torture and is still young because of this body
It is the new birth of Nirvana of Desire and Nirvana.
Ye Jingfeng lowered his head, his eyes were red as red as blood, and clear red silk was covered with clear red silk.
During this period, the family of four was reunited and happy, so happy that people forgot the pain of Yan Bitong. Even though Ye Jingfeng felt guilty, he knew that Yan Bitong had not had a good time these years, and he felt sorry for his wife, but he would always do it.
Without empathy, I don’t know how those dark and cold nights have turned a girl with lofty ambitions into what she is now
Red Flame Spirit Girl. Ye Jingfeng didn't know anything...
"Bi Tong." Ye Jingfeng lowered his voice, as if he was vigorously controlling the emotions that were about to explode, suppressing all the pain.
He is not qualified to suffer.
Yan Bitong softened her heart. She loved this man deeply. She loved this man deeply for the past few decades as deeply as she had been, and missed him every moment.
Just as Yan Bitong was about to walk towards Ye Jingfeng, the grandfather held Yan Bitong's hand tightly and glared at the grandfather with hatred.
The grandfather has a strong personality and a very bad temper. Such a glare can scare the three-year-old child to cry. On the contrary, Yan Bitong felt particularly friendly and warm when he saw the grandfather's eyes. Yan Bitong held the grandfather's hands with his voice, and his voice was soft.
:"mother……"
"Go." Grandpa let go of his hand, and his expression hidden under the shadow of the moonlight was a little sad.
With a lover, who still remembers his mother?
The grandfather smiled bitterly, and in an instant, he became much older and dim. He looked up at the bright moon and smiled bitterly to the corner of his drooping mouth. Yan Bitong walked to Ye Jingfeng and squatted down, and hurriedly took out the bloodshed.
The medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound on Ye Jingfeng's back, and then he stretched out his hands, staggered the bleeding wound, and hugged Ye Jingfeng lightly. Ye Jingfeng buried his face in Yan Bitong's chest, iron bones
The man in Zhengzheng actually choked up: "Bitong, I'm the one who hurt you. I'm not a good husband, let alone a good father."
Ye Qingtian said quietly: "I'm not a good son yet."
Qingge rubbed his eyebrows gently and looked at Ye Qingtian with a slight headache. Grandpa was really not afraid of big things when watching the fun.
Indeed, the scene of this day was fantasized about it in Qingge's mind too many times, but he didn't know that the reality was so dramatic.
"It seems that you still know your son's virtue." Grandpa groaned.
"That's not my son. I don't have such a son. I'm obviously your son-in-law." Ye Qingtian put his hands on his hips, glared at him, and said angrily.
Ye Jingfeng: "..."
Qingge coughed dryly, pulled Jiuci, and Ye Wuhen and his two brothers walked out to leave some space for the elders.
At this time, the Lin sisters appeared in front of the Mo Mansion compound, and a blood-colored figure stood on the high wall of the Mo Mansion.
Mo Xie stood for a while, smiling bitterly, lying slanted against the high wall, looking at the courtyard with complicated eyes.
My mother Su Ya is a gentle and elegant person. The cool breeze at night was slightly cold, and she and a few maids walked out of the room.
The maid held the guqin and the table and stool and placed it on the edge of the courtyard. Su Ya sat on the stool with her hands playing the piano. Although Su Ya was middle-aged, her hands were particularly slender and tender, like a girl, but this year's time
Inside, the eyebrows and eyes were so tired that the whole person was vicissitudes of life, unlike the red light of the past. The entire Mo Mansion exuded a heavy incense smell, and a Buddha statue was placed in the room next to Su Ya and his wife.
Every morning and evening, Su Ya would go in and light incense, then kneel in front of the cushion and recite scriptures and pray, or copy Buddhist scriptures and pray. After the evening, Su Ya would
I will play the piano in the yard, occasionally looking at the bright moon, and often thinking of the children in the distance.
The sound of the piano is everywhere, and the lingering sound is lingering.
"Where is the master?" Su Ya asked.
Every time she recites and plays the piano in the yard, her husband will pick up his pen and draw, recite poems, or listen silently.
And this time, looking at the Fourth Courtyard, my husband was not seen.
The maid took a step forward and leaned back and said, "Madam, the general of the Ye family and Mrs. Yan have returned, and there are also the Ye King brother and sister."
"Are you back..." Su Ya's expression was slightly stunned, and the sound of the piano suddenly changed; then, Su Ya smiled bitterly: "The Ye family has a good daughter."
After saying that, Su Ya's face was dull and Qin Yin was slightly resentful...
When will her evil son come back?
Can you still...come back...
With a click, the strings broke, cutting Su Ya's fingers.
hiss--
Su Ya took a breath, looked down, and blood was leaking from her fingertips.
"Madam!" The maid came over worriedly.
Su Ya smiled: "It's not in the way."
Suddenly, the night wind was melodious, and a figure rushed forward and appeared in front of Su Ya, nervously holding Su Ya's wrist to check her injuries.
Su Ya was stunned and suddenly looked up and saw a golden light. She only saw a cold mask. A few strands of hair hung down from the mask.
Mo Xie took out the medicine and bandaged Suya's fingers, "Does it hurt?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Su Ya's heart trembled suddenly. "Xie'er, is it you?" Su Ya tried her best to open her eyes. Under the bright moonlight, a clear face looked pale, and two lines of clear tears fell.