Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong is also generally the type of parent who dotes on his children.

A teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime.

This is also the concept that Cong Ye implements.

He skillfully held little Xie Yuchen in his arms and said aggrievedly to Er Erhong:

"Master, I'm so hungry!"

Er Erhong looked at the little apprentice who was acting coquettishly towards her, with uncontrollable joy in her eyes, "I'll tell the cook to cook you some of your favorite dishes!"

"Ok!"

Cong Ye held a real child in his arms, but he still looked like a child.

Er Erhong likes Cong Ye like this.

I like Cong Ye, a child who is always cute and lovable.

Jie Yuchen held Cong Ye's neck and sat in Cong Ye's arms. The tips of his ears were still red.

No one has held him like this since he could walk.

"Master..."

The child's voice sounded milky, like a ball of white glutinous rice cake.

Cong Ye was surprised that his little apprentice was tight. When he heard the child calling him master, his heart moved and his eyes became more and more loving.

"Ah."

Cong also responded seriously.

Xie Yuchen smiled lightly.

Cong Ye carried him to the front hall.

The black blind man was spread out on the chair like a puddle of black mud.

Zhang Qiling stood there, following Cong Ye with his eyes the moment he walked in.

"Why don't you sit down?"

Cong Ye glanced at the chairs in the front hall and looked at Zhang Qiling helplessly.

Zhang Qiling obeyed and sat down next to Cong Ye.

Black blind man: "..."

This scheming old man!

"Is this your little apprentice?" The blind man glanced at the little kid sitting on Cong Ye's lap and raised his eyelids.

Cong Ye nodded, "Xie Yuchen, the grandson of Master Jiu."

The black blind man pursed his lips and glanced at the child holding Cong Ye around his waist. He couldn't help but feel his toothache: "How old is he? Does he still need someone to hug him?"

Cong Ye: "You were never hugged by anyone when you were a child?"

The blind man recalled his childhood seriously, as if two wet nurses or three took turns holding him. When he recalled this, he suddenly stopped talking.

Cong also asked someone to take out the notebook from the study room.

He handed it over to Zhang Qiling.

"This is your notebook. It contains the things you recorded. Maybe it can help you recall something."

Even if you can't remember it, you can still have some impression.

Since this notebook was Zhang Qiling's personal belongings and a highly private belonging, he had not opened it and did not know what was recorded on it.

Zhang Qiling took the notebook and felt an inexplicable fluctuation in his heart.

His fingers slid over the notebook cherishingly, and his heartbeat quickened.

He didn't open his notebook.

Cong Ye asked someone to arrange Zhang Qiling's room. He knew that Zhang Qiling needed a separate, quiet space to retrieve his memory.

When Zhang Qiling stepped out of the front door, he uncontrollably looked back at Cong Ye, who was happily teasing the child.

Sensing his gaze, Cong Ye raised his head in confusion. Although he didn't know why he was looking at her, he still smiled at him.

Zhang Qiling looked away, as if his eyes were burned by the ray of sunlight that fell on Cong Ye's eyebrows. The burning sensation spread all the way to his heart.

There was ice and snow in his eyes, but now the ice and snow melted, revealing the softest pure land.

The person who led Zhang Qiling took the initiative to leave when they arrived at the room.

Zhang Qiling sat down.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

His heartbeat was extremely fast.

The notebook was placed in front of him.

He slowly opened the first page.

"You should have amnesia when you open it."

This is his own handwriting.

"You can forget everything, but please don't forget Cong Ye."

Zhang Qiling's hands trembled.

The word "Cong Ye" seemed to be warm, so hot that he curled his fingertips back.

"You promised him you wouldn't forget him."

Zhang Qiling's heart sank.

Did he break his promise?

"If you forget, just open it and keep reading. You will remember it slowly."

"He's your most important person."

"He's the one you want to protect."

"He is more important than yourself."

These three sentences seem to be of great weight.

Zhang Qiling felt a panic in his heart that he was about to lose control.

This feeling is unprecedented, but it is not uncomfortable.

Such turbulent emotions and affection almost broke down the wall erected in his heart.

Cong Ye's original intention of giving the notebook to Zhang Qiling was to make Zhang Qiling remember him.

But Cong wouldn't think of it either.

In this notebook, there is only one page of Zhang Qiling's own content, and the rest is all Cong Ye's.

"He has a sweet tooth."

"He likes spicy food."

"He doesn't like trouble."

"He touched my face today."

"He asked me if I believed in him, and I just believed in him."

"He wore a powder blue robe today, it looks great!"

"When he is sad, his eyelashes will droop down and he has no expression, which makes me feel very sad."

"..."

Too much, too complicated, too detailed.

Sometimes just a small expression of the other party can be recorded seriously.

A picture of fracture appeared in Zhang Qiling's mind.

He couldn't see clearly.

The more anxious he became, the more he tried to see clearly, but the more he could not see clearly.

These scenes are shrouded in fog and water, like deliberate torture.

Zhang Qiling's lips turned pale, and his hands held the notebook tightly.

After watching it for a long time, he inevitably felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

He knows too little about the world.

He didn't know it yet, but this emotion was called jealousy.

He was jealous of himself before he lost his memory.

That self enjoys Cong Ye's meticulous care.

That person was favored by Cong Ye without any bottom line.

As for him, after waking up, he faced the little lama who also knew nothing, his empty heart and mind, and the endless snow-capped mountains.

The wind and snow were coming, and his whole body was cold and there was no warmth at all.

Compared with the person before he lost his memory, he looked like an abandoned person.

Zhang Qiling closed the notebook and carefully put it away again.

He didn't get back his past memories, but he could reshape his memories with Cong Ye.

This is an experience that only belongs to him and Cong Ye now.

Sitting on the bench, Zhang Qiling nodded seriously.

……

When Cong Ye had lunch with Er Erhong and Jie Yuchen, Cong Ye mentioned Jiu Ye without knowing anything.

Er Erhong gently put down the chopsticks in her hand.

He said nothing and looked at Cong Ye with helpless and sad eyes.

There was a loud bang in Cong Ye's head.

He immediately realized the cruel truth hidden in February's red eyes.

His breathing stopped suddenly, and there was a dense pain in his heart.

His eyes fell involuntarily on Jie Yuchen beside him.

Jie Yuchen lowered his head, holding chopsticks in his small hands. In Cong Ye's sight, only a stubborn, dark, and distressing little head remained.